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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
3,516
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own JAG, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
MBPJW 7
Roberts’ Residence.
Somewhere in Washington, D.C.
Friday, November 28, 2003.
6:30 a.m.
Mac wakes up to find Harm’s arm wrapped around her waist and she can feel his body waking up. She rolls over before he does something she can’t stop.
“Harm baby, you need to wake up. We can’t do that here. We’re not at home.”
“Where are we?”
“Bud and Harriet’s guest room upstairs.”
“How’d we get here?”
“You were out and I was to sleepy to drive home, so she made us stay the night.”
“Oh. Well, I guess we better getssedssed and get home, because I really want to…”
“I’ll go see about breakfast while you get dressed. She must have some coffee around here.”
Harriet is in the kitchen on the phone with Tabby. Mac sneaks down the staircase trying not to make a lot of noise. She over hears part of the conversation.
“Yeah Tabby I got them all. I have to call their agents and let them know where the reception is. Boy, I can’t believe we got that many. Harm and Mac are going to be so surprised. So you’ve got the dow down?”
“Hi Auntie Mac,” says Little A.J., giving up her position.
“Morning angel,” she says as she picks him up and carries him on her hip into the kitchen.
“I’ll call you back later. Bye.”
“Feed mommy.”
Harriet tries not to look like she’s got the deer in headlights caught look, but she can’t look at Mac directly in the eye. Mac knows something is up.
“Ok honey, what do you want?”
“Cerewool.”
“I’ll get the coffee,” says Mac putting Little A.J. down.
“Right.”
“Is there something wrong?”
“No, no, nothing. Did you sleep well?”
“Yeah fine, until Harm started getting frisky this morning. I had to remind him we were not at home.”
“Mac, it’s ok. I can change the sheets you know.”
“I know but, Little A.J.’s next door and well…”
“You’ll have to get used to it if you’re going to have kids someday. Bud and I don’t worry about him. We just wait until we know he’s out. I thought about putting a cowbell on him at night, but not for my Sailor Boy.”
“Hey, I may try that out on Harm,” Mac laughs.
“Try what on me,” Harm asks, smiling.
“Oh, morning Harm. Sleep well,” asks Harriet.
“Yeah, thanks Harriet. What happened to the coffee Mac?”
“Sorry. Making a fresh pot.”
MacKenzie-Rabb Apartment.
2909 P St NW, Washington. D.C.
7:00 a.m.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Maac. There’s something bothering you. I can feel it.”
“I overheard something this morning that has me a little concerned.”
“What did you hear?”
“Harriet was talking to the wedding planner. She said something about getting them all. That she had to call their agents and let them know where the reception is. That she couldn’t believe they got that many, that we would be so surprised and then Harriet asked if Tabby had the list down. I would have gotten the list if Little A.J. hadn’t given up my position. She tried not to have the I’ve-been-caught-look... But she couldn’t look me in the eye.”
“Why do I get the feeling that all our friends are planning a big circus? Come here,” Harm says and Mac goes to him. They embrace, “Since it concerns you it concerns me, so I’ll do some recon and find out what Harriet’s up to.”
“Thanks. It makes me feel better.”
“That’s what I’m here for.”
“We’ve got an appointment today at lunch for the attendant’s dressings. So I’ve got to go get changed, get to work and tell Harriet to remind everyone.”
“Fine, I’ve got to get dressed. Meet you at work shortly.”
Roberts’ Residence.
Somewhere in Washington, D.C.
Friday, December 19, 2003.
5:30 p.m.
“Are you all packed?”
“Yes sweetie. I just need to load the car,” says Harriet. Remembering that she almost forgot Mac’s Sex In A Bucket gift.
“I’m glad we did our Christmas shopping early so we can do this now.”
“Yeah, so am I. I’m sorry we didn’t get to do this sooner. I’m glad that Mac and Harm are watching Little A.J.”
“Let’s get going.”
Harriet takes the first shift driving to the bed and breakfast Harm had given them a room at for last Christmas. This was not just a vacation weekend. Harm’s parents were down in Orlando with Tabby, finalizing a few of the arrangements. Then they would fly up to the bed and breakfast and meet with Bud and Harriet.
Georgianne’s Bed and Breakfast
6 Ocean View Ave., Norfolk, VA.
Sunday, December 21, 2003.
7:00 a.m.
“Bud honey, I’m going to go and see if the Burnett’s have checked in yet.”
“Right. I’m just going to continue to be one with the bed,” Harriet laughs and smiles as she heads for the door, “Love you.”
“Love you too,” she says back.
Harriet goes down to the front desk and rings the bell. An attendant comes out eating a partially peeled banana.
“Sorry ma’am, I was sneaking in some breakfast,” the teenage male says as he stuffs the banana in his back pocket, “What can I get you?”
“Has Mr. and Mrs. Burnett checked in? We’re supposed to meet with them today and we have to check out soon.”
“No. It looks here like they haven’t. What’u’reu’re name and I’ll check if they left a message or something.”
“Harriet Roberts.”
“Oh. Hmm. Right here. This is for you,” he says as he hands her videotape and a rather thick manila envelope.
“Do you know when this was dropped off?”
“No ma’am. I just got on at 6:00.”
“Thank you anyway.”
Harriet goes up to the room and looker ter the papers in the manila envelope.
“It says here in her note, sorry we couldn’t make it. Some unexpected business came up and we had to go home. Anyway, Tabby sent you the video and the paperwork, and said if you have any questions to call her. Trish.”
“Well, at least you still got something accomplished this weekend even though they couldn’t meet us,” says Bud.
“Yeah sweetie I did. We have enough time before check out to accomplish a little more,” Harriet smiles.
MacKenzie-Rabb Apartment.
2909 P St NW, Washington. D.C.
Tuesday, December 23, 2003.
5:00 p.m.
“Harm, are you sure you’ve got enough gas to get there?”
“I figure we could stop before we hit the highway.”
“Well don’t forget. I don’t want to be stuck in a snow bank on the way to your Grandmother’s.”
Harm and Mac are heading out to see his grandma Sarah for Christmas. They passed out their gifts at work earlier. Harm and Mac gave out gift cards. They knew it was sort of impersonal to do that but their friends understood since they were not going to be in town for the holiday. They had their friends hold their gifts for them until they got back. Harm won the coin toss and so he gets to drive first and then it’s Mac’s turn. Mac snuggles into her seat and buckles herself in.
The Rabb Farm.
Bellevue, PA
Wednesday, December 24, 2003.
10:00 p.m.
“Look Harm, it’s snowing.”
“We’re fine on gas,” Harm says as he turns off the engine and coasts the rest of the way to the house.
“I know that silly. It’s so beautiful when it snows, I just wish it wasn’t so cold when you stand out in it.”
“Grams is in bed now so I was thinking, let’s get some sleep and in a few hours we can all have breakfast together.”
“This Marine isn’t hungry yet, so I agree. I’ll climb out and make the bed in the back.”
“I’ll help.”
Harm puts the seats down. Mac grabs the heavy blankets and pillows from the baear ear their luggage. She opens the side door and tosses them to Harm. She climbs in and shuts the door.
“How do you want to sleep,” Harm asks.
“Next to you,” Mac lies down and spreads the heavy blankets up and over them both.
Harm spoons up to Mac and she rests her arms on Harm’s.
“Night Harm.”
“Night Mac.”
The Rabb Farm.
Bellevue, PA
6:00 a.m.
Sarah Rabb gets up and looks out her window to see the sunrise and instead sees a big vehicle in her front yard.
“Harmon’s here. Must get dressed. What was that he said, oh he’s brought his lady friend. Shoot if I can’t remember her name. I’ve got to start breakfast.”
She takes the handrail as she carefully comes down the staircase. She starts the coffee maker then slips on her parka to go out and get Harm.
Harm hears a knock on the back door and wakes up sleepily.
“Mac, wake up. We’ve got company.”
Harm gets up and climbs out of the right side door. Sarah comes to meet hi
“H
“Hey Grams. How are you,” Harm asks as he gives her a hug.
“Good, I can’t complain. It is a little chilly though. Wasn’t expecting it to snow over night. Are you ready for a country breakfast?”
Mac gets out of the SUV after running her fingers through her hair to get the rats out.
“Yes we are. I warn you, she may eat a lot but she looks fantastic.”
“Where is your lady friend?”
“Right here.”
“Grams this is my fiancé Sarah MacKenzie. Mac, this is my Grandma Sarah.”
“Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Rabb.”
“A pleasure to meet you too. Please call me Grams.”
“Okay, then you can call me Mac. Everyone does.”
They all go in the house and Mac looks around casually. Pictures across the mantle, and on the walls, very homey, warm. The kitchen small and simple, the dining room the same. Harm notices Mac looking around and whispers to her,
“I’ll give you the grand tour later.”
“Okay.”
“So Harmon, you’re getting married. When and where?”
“Well April 14, next year and as to the where, we don’t know yet.”
“How could you not know?”
“A friend of ours is handling all the arrangements.”
“Oh dear. Just be careful. I don’t think I can go to a wedding if you’re getting married underwater.”
Harm laughs, “No Grams. It won’t be underwater. I wouldn’t stand for that.”
“Neither will I. Do you need any help Grams,” Mac asks.
“I’ve got it. Have a seat. So how long are you two staying ag”
”
“We don’t have to be back to work until the 29th, so we’re all yours until then,” says Harm.
“Good, I must steal Mac from you for a few hours and do some female bonding. I’m going to need to send you to the store for me, Harmon.”
“Fine by me Grams. No sharing family secrets…”
“No, I’ll just dig up baby photos Mac probably hasn’t seen.”
Mac snickers, “She’s got you there Harm.”
“Well, looks like I’m not going to win in here.”
“Harm if you want to, you can go give Mac the grand tour while I get breakfast going. I’ll ring when it’s ready.”
“That sounds like a perfect idea,” Harm wickedly smiles.
“Gee thanks Grams, I thought we were a team,” Mac laughs.
“She’s a Rabb first and family sticks together,” Harm laughs, “Right Grams.”
“Right. Now go take that girl off somewhere while I cook.”
“Aye, aye, ma’am.” Harm says as he scoops Mac right up out of her seat and carries her off and up the staircase.
“He reminds me so much of you dear. Yes she is lovely, I agree. He’s made a wonderful choice,” Mrs. Rabb says into the air as if she is having a conversation with Harm’s Grandfather, “I miss you too dear. I wish we could all spend Christmas together. It’s just not the same without you but since they are here it makes it brighter.”
“This is Grams and Gramps room.” Harm says opening the door.
“It’s very pretty.”
Somewhere in Washington, D.C.
Friday, November 28, 2003.
6:30 a.m.
Mac wakes up to find Harm’s arm wrapped around her waist and she can feel his body waking up. She rolls over before he does something she can’t stop.
“Harm baby, you need to wake up. We can’t do that here. We’re not at home.”
“Where are we?”
“Bud and Harriet’s guest room upstairs.”
“How’d we get here?”
“You were out and I was to sleepy to drive home, so she made us stay the night.”
“Oh. Well, I guess we better getssedssed and get home, because I really want to…”
“I’ll go see about breakfast while you get dressed. She must have some coffee around here.”
Harriet is in the kitchen on the phone with Tabby. Mac sneaks down the staircase trying not to make a lot of noise. She over hears part of the conversation.
“Yeah Tabby I got them all. I have to call their agents and let them know where the reception is. Boy, I can’t believe we got that many. Harm and Mac are going to be so surprised. So you’ve got the dow down?”
“Hi Auntie Mac,” says Little A.J., giving up her position.
“Morning angel,” she says as she picks him up and carries him on her hip into the kitchen.
“I’ll call you back later. Bye.”
“Feed mommy.”
Harriet tries not to look like she’s got the deer in headlights caught look, but she can’t look at Mac directly in the eye. Mac knows something is up.
“Ok honey, what do you want?”
“Cerewool.”
“I’ll get the coffee,” says Mac putting Little A.J. down.
“Right.”
“Is there something wrong?”
“No, no, nothing. Did you sleep well?”
“Yeah fine, until Harm started getting frisky this morning. I had to remind him we were not at home.”
“Mac, it’s ok. I can change the sheets you know.”
“I know but, Little A.J.’s next door and well…”
“You’ll have to get used to it if you’re going to have kids someday. Bud and I don’t worry about him. We just wait until we know he’s out. I thought about putting a cowbell on him at night, but not for my Sailor Boy.”
“Hey, I may try that out on Harm,” Mac laughs.
“Try what on me,” Harm asks, smiling.
“Oh, morning Harm. Sleep well,” asks Harriet.
“Yeah, thanks Harriet. What happened to the coffee Mac?”
“Sorry. Making a fresh pot.”
MacKenzie-Rabb Apartment.
2909 P St NW, Washington. D.C.
7:00 a.m.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Maac. There’s something bothering you. I can feel it.”
“I overheard something this morning that has me a little concerned.”
“What did you hear?”
“Harriet was talking to the wedding planner. She said something about getting them all. That she had to call their agents and let them know where the reception is. That she couldn’t believe they got that many, that we would be so surprised and then Harriet asked if Tabby had the list down. I would have gotten the list if Little A.J. hadn’t given up my position. She tried not to have the I’ve-been-caught-look... But she couldn’t look me in the eye.”
“Why do I get the feeling that all our friends are planning a big circus? Come here,” Harm says and Mac goes to him. They embrace, “Since it concerns you it concerns me, so I’ll do some recon and find out what Harriet’s up to.”
“Thanks. It makes me feel better.”
“That’s what I’m here for.”
“We’ve got an appointment today at lunch for the attendant’s dressings. So I’ve got to go get changed, get to work and tell Harriet to remind everyone.”
“Fine, I’ve got to get dressed. Meet you at work shortly.”
Roberts’ Residence.
Somewhere in Washington, D.C.
Friday, December 19, 2003.
5:30 p.m.
“Are you all packed?”
“Yes sweetie. I just need to load the car,” says Harriet. Remembering that she almost forgot Mac’s Sex In A Bucket gift.
“I’m glad we did our Christmas shopping early so we can do this now.”
“Yeah, so am I. I’m sorry we didn’t get to do this sooner. I’m glad that Mac and Harm are watching Little A.J.”
“Let’s get going.”
Harriet takes the first shift driving to the bed and breakfast Harm had given them a room at for last Christmas. This was not just a vacation weekend. Harm’s parents were down in Orlando with Tabby, finalizing a few of the arrangements. Then they would fly up to the bed and breakfast and meet with Bud and Harriet.
Georgianne’s Bed and Breakfast
6 Ocean View Ave., Norfolk, VA.
Sunday, December 21, 2003.
7:00 a.m.
“Bud honey, I’m going to go and see if the Burnett’s have checked in yet.”
“Right. I’m just going to continue to be one with the bed,” Harriet laughs and smiles as she heads for the door, “Love you.”
“Love you too,” she says back.
Harriet goes down to the front desk and rings the bell. An attendant comes out eating a partially peeled banana.
“Sorry ma’am, I was sneaking in some breakfast,” the teenage male says as he stuffs the banana in his back pocket, “What can I get you?”
“Has Mr. and Mrs. Burnett checked in? We’re supposed to meet with them today and we have to check out soon.”
“No. It looks here like they haven’t. What’u’reu’re name and I’ll check if they left a message or something.”
“Harriet Roberts.”
“Oh. Hmm. Right here. This is for you,” he says as he hands her videotape and a rather thick manila envelope.
“Do you know when this was dropped off?”
“No ma’am. I just got on at 6:00.”
“Thank you anyway.”
Harriet goes up to the room and looker ter the papers in the manila envelope.
“It says here in her note, sorry we couldn’t make it. Some unexpected business came up and we had to go home. Anyway, Tabby sent you the video and the paperwork, and said if you have any questions to call her. Trish.”
“Well, at least you still got something accomplished this weekend even though they couldn’t meet us,” says Bud.
“Yeah sweetie I did. We have enough time before check out to accomplish a little more,” Harriet smiles.
MacKenzie-Rabb Apartment.
2909 P St NW, Washington. D.C.
Tuesday, December 23, 2003.
5:00 p.m.
“Harm, are you sure you’ve got enough gas to get there?”
“I figure we could stop before we hit the highway.”
“Well don’t forget. I don’t want to be stuck in a snow bank on the way to your Grandmother’s.”
Harm and Mac are heading out to see his grandma Sarah for Christmas. They passed out their gifts at work earlier. Harm and Mac gave out gift cards. They knew it was sort of impersonal to do that but their friends understood since they were not going to be in town for the holiday. They had their friends hold their gifts for them until they got back. Harm won the coin toss and so he gets to drive first and then it’s Mac’s turn. Mac snuggles into her seat and buckles herself in.
The Rabb Farm.
Bellevue, PA
Wednesday, December 24, 2003.
10:00 p.m.
“Look Harm, it’s snowing.”
“We’re fine on gas,” Harm says as he turns off the engine and coasts the rest of the way to the house.
“I know that silly. It’s so beautiful when it snows, I just wish it wasn’t so cold when you stand out in it.”
“Grams is in bed now so I was thinking, let’s get some sleep and in a few hours we can all have breakfast together.”
“This Marine isn’t hungry yet, so I agree. I’ll climb out and make the bed in the back.”
“I’ll help.”
Harm puts the seats down. Mac grabs the heavy blankets and pillows from the baear ear their luggage. She opens the side door and tosses them to Harm. She climbs in and shuts the door.
“How do you want to sleep,” Harm asks.
“Next to you,” Mac lies down and spreads the heavy blankets up and over them both.
Harm spoons up to Mac and she rests her arms on Harm’s.
“Night Harm.”
“Night Mac.”
The Rabb Farm.
Bellevue, PA
6:00 a.m.
Sarah Rabb gets up and looks out her window to see the sunrise and instead sees a big vehicle in her front yard.
“Harmon’s here. Must get dressed. What was that he said, oh he’s brought his lady friend. Shoot if I can’t remember her name. I’ve got to start breakfast.”
She takes the handrail as she carefully comes down the staircase. She starts the coffee maker then slips on her parka to go out and get Harm.
Harm hears a knock on the back door and wakes up sleepily.
“Mac, wake up. We’ve got company.”
Harm gets up and climbs out of the right side door. Sarah comes to meet hi
“H
“Hey Grams. How are you,” Harm asks as he gives her a hug.
“Good, I can’t complain. It is a little chilly though. Wasn’t expecting it to snow over night. Are you ready for a country breakfast?”
Mac gets out of the SUV after running her fingers through her hair to get the rats out.
“Yes we are. I warn you, she may eat a lot but she looks fantastic.”
“Where is your lady friend?”
“Right here.”
“Grams this is my fiancé Sarah MacKenzie. Mac, this is my Grandma Sarah.”
“Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Rabb.”
“A pleasure to meet you too. Please call me Grams.”
“Okay, then you can call me Mac. Everyone does.”
They all go in the house and Mac looks around casually. Pictures across the mantle, and on the walls, very homey, warm. The kitchen small and simple, the dining room the same. Harm notices Mac looking around and whispers to her,
“I’ll give you the grand tour later.”
“Okay.”
“So Harmon, you’re getting married. When and where?”
“Well April 14, next year and as to the where, we don’t know yet.”
“How could you not know?”
“A friend of ours is handling all the arrangements.”
“Oh dear. Just be careful. I don’t think I can go to a wedding if you’re getting married underwater.”
Harm laughs, “No Grams. It won’t be underwater. I wouldn’t stand for that.”
“Neither will I. Do you need any help Grams,” Mac asks.
“I’ve got it. Have a seat. So how long are you two staying ag”
”
“We don’t have to be back to work until the 29th, so we’re all yours until then,” says Harm.
“Good, I must steal Mac from you for a few hours and do some female bonding. I’m going to need to send you to the store for me, Harmon.”
“Fine by me Grams. No sharing family secrets…”
“No, I’ll just dig up baby photos Mac probably hasn’t seen.”
Mac snickers, “She’s got you there Harm.”
“Well, looks like I’m not going to win in here.”
“Harm if you want to, you can go give Mac the grand tour while I get breakfast going. I’ll ring when it’s ready.”
“That sounds like a perfect idea,” Harm wickedly smiles.
“Gee thanks Grams, I thought we were a team,” Mac laughs.
“She’s a Rabb first and family sticks together,” Harm laughs, “Right Grams.”
“Right. Now go take that girl off somewhere while I cook.”
“Aye, aye, ma’am.” Harm says as he scoops Mac right up out of her seat and carries her off and up the staircase.
“He reminds me so much of you dear. Yes she is lovely, I agree. He’s made a wonderful choice,” Mrs. Rabb says into the air as if she is having a conversation with Harm’s Grandfather, “I miss you too dear. I wish we could all spend Christmas together. It’s just not the same without you but since they are here it makes it brighter.”
“This is Grams and Gramps room.” Harm says opening the door.
“It’s very pretty.”