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The Right Reasons 17: Collision Monday Morning JAG Headquarters Mac walked into the bullpen, smiling. The weekend had been just about perfect. She had had Friday off for her pre-op tests and Harm, being the solicitous boyfriend, had come over and made her dinner that night. And breakfast the following morning. Yesterday, they had spent the day helping Mattie pack to move to her father's. Supposedly, it was just for a trial visit of a month, but Harm told Mac he thought it would end up being permanent. Sensing there were some private things he wanted to say to Mattie, Mac stayed behind when they drove to Harrisonburg. She spent the evening getting things in order for her medical leave. Her surgery was scheduled for next Monday. "Good morning, sunshine," she heard Harm's voice behind her. She turned and smiled at him. "How are you?" she asked. "I missed you last night." "Me too," Mac sighed. "I was just so beat last night after all the packing, I wouldn't have been good company." "What are your plans for lunch?" "Well, there's this hot Navy lawyer I've had my eye on for a while," Mac drawled, a devilish look in her eyes, "and he's taking me to the Chop House for a steak." "Who is he?" Harm teased, looking around him. "Don't tell me you're trying to butter up our temporary boss!" Mac gave him a push. "You're so funny. Just don't be late for lunch." "No, ma'am." Harm saluted her and walked away to her laughter. She had a busy morning, meeting with Bud about the cases he would be taking over from her. She had a hard time holding in her laughter, because it was obvious he was still adjusting to her and Harm's new relationship, and her imminent departure from JAG. Every question he asked about Commander Rabb was clearly thought out to avoid any possible double entendre. Finally he left, and she indulged herself in a chuckle. "What's so funny?" Harm leaned indolently in her doorway. "Let's just say Commander Roberts is going above and beyond the call of duty to avoid even the thought of a sexual relationship between you and I." She grinned at him. Harm pulled the door shut and flopped in the chair across from her desk. "Poor Bud. So you're saying I shouldn't share any bedroom stories with him?" "Harm!" Mac shook a finger at him. "Don't torture Bud." Harm gave in. "All right. If you insist. Ready for lunch with that hot Navy lawyer?" "Yep." She reached over to get her purse and her phone rang. "Colonel MacKenzie," she answered. "Yes." A pause. "All right." Harm grew worried as she turned pale. "But you said ..." her voice trailed. "Yes. Thank you." She hung up the phone. "What's wrong?" he asked. She looked to be in shock. "Well," she replied with a nervous laugh, "that was the doctor's office. And my surgery for next Monday's been cancelled." "Why?" Harm felt a knot in his stomach. He dreaded her answer, that something far worse was wrong with her. "Because I'm pregnant." ******************************* "Harm? Harm?" When he didn't reply, Mac got up and shook his shoulder. "Are you all right?" "I must be hallucinating," Harm said in a dazed voice. "Because I just heard you say you were pregnant." "You heard correctly." "How can that be?" Harm was mystified. "Didn't your mother tell you about the birds and the bees? You know, one sperm fertilizes one egg and nine months later you have a baby?" "I know that," Harm replied. "But last time I checked, you had a condition which prevented-" Mac interrupted him. "Not prevented, but made it difficult to conceive. In case you didn't notice, Harm, we haven't exactly been too careful." Her eyes began to well up with tears. "Are you mad at me?" Harm pulled her into his lap and against his shoulder. "Oh, God, no, Mac. I'm happy. Shocked and surprised, but happy." "Me, too," Mac said, her voice muffled against him. "This changes a lot of things, you know." "Everything." "Mostly, it moves up our timetable. Let's talk things over at lunch, and then get with Sturgis right after." "Agreed." Mac got up and grabbed her cover and purse. "So can we still have the Chop House?" "Yes, but I think you need to have a salad instead of all that red meat. You have a little one to think of now." Mac stuck her tongue out. "How about a steak salad?" Harm just shook his head. Monday Afternoon JAG Headquarters Harm and Mac returned from lunch. Both the meal and the conversation settled them both down. They had a plan now - it just had to meet with Sturgis' approval. They got in the elevator and pushed the button for their floor. The doors opened to something they had never thought they'd see. Webb walking out of the bullpen with Sturgis. The only sound was Mac falling to the ground in a faint. |