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Frogs and Other Wildlife
Frogs and Other Wildlife
by LauraBF
Disclaimer: If you think they're
mine, you're sadly
mistaken. I borrowed them, hugged them, squeezed them, and called
them George and then gave them back like a good girl. Seriously, Harm,
Mac, and the TV series JAG belong to Donald P. Bellisario, Belisaurius
Productions, Paramount Pictures, and Columbia Broadcasting Service
Entertainment.
Author's Note: This is a sequel
to Frog Kissing I and Frog
Kissing II: Handsome Prince, but it's not entirely necessary to read
them first. All you have to know from those is that Harm and Mac
got married sometime in season nine. Harm is officially assigned to the
Secnav's office but loaned to JAG on the condition that he can no
longer work with Mac. Partial spoilers up to and including major
spoilers for Bridging the Gulf. I'm… cleaning up some messes that
TPTB left us. This story is NFIC, so if you're not 18 or over, go
away and come back when you're older.
~*~*~*~
0910 LOCAL
21 FEBRUARY 2005
JOHN F. KENNEDY
PERSIAN GULF
Harm leaned on the railing on the
fantail and sighed. He wanted
to be home. Sure, it was nice to be at sea completing his quals,
but what he wanted most at the moment, he couldn't have. He
missed his wife and his teenage daughter. Tom had fallen off the
wagon, which had made the judge reconsider letting him have custody of
Mattie at the six month mark. Soon after he and Mac had tied the
knot, they'd applied to legally adopt Mattie to make her officially
theirs.
Part of him was selfishly glad that
she would legally be his daughter
soon, but another part of him was in mourning for Mattie's lost
opportunity to mend fences with her biological father. He'd made
it clear to Tom that he was still welcome to visit Mattie, but that it
was up to her what happened.
He stared out at the waves for a few
more minutes, then headed back
inside. He was supposed to be heading home on the next COD, so it
was time he packed. He supposed he was lucky that he wasn't
sharing quarters this time--especially after he'd found the present
that Mattie had left for him. He hadn't expected to find a
stuffed frog--dressed in dress whites, no less--and a CD at the bottom
of his seabag, but Mattie had somehow managed to stuff it in.
His mouth curled up into an
involuntary smile as he thought of the
frog; it looked as if she'd gone to great trouble to make it look like
him because even the fruit salad on the uniform front and the scrambled
eggs on the cover were more or less correct! Hell, she'd even
glued paper millrinds on the shoulder boards. He'd listened to
the CD in his spare time. It had contained a message from Mattie
telling him to fly safe and come straight home to them, and a copy of
the song that she'd sent to Mac all those months ago.
As far as he was concerned, that
message and the daily emails he'd been
getting were more than reason enough for him to hurry home.
Besides, the faster he got home, the less chance he'd have to be
accused of murder again. He still couldn't believe that Sturgis
had recommended that he be charged! He sighed again, stood up
straight, and headed back inside to pack. If it weren't for Mac and
Mattie, he knew he'd be feeling terribly alone.
~*~*~*~
1730 EST
21 FEBRUARY 2005
JAG HEADQUARTERS
FALLS CHURCH, VIRGINIA
Mac sighed and rubbed her thumb over
her wedding ring. With Harm
still on a carrier, the tedium of the office routine was getting on her
nerves. Usually, things weren't like that, but she'd heard what had
happened, and wanted him back with her where she knew he was
safe. It was what she hated about his flying the most--she wasn't
there to watch his back and keep him safe.
Added to that was the fact that
Sturgis had tried to put Harm on trial
for murder *again* because of a stupid grudge and she was still having
to deal with Lt. Smarm. She wasn't comfortable with the way he'd
looked her over, or his less than decorous remarks to her. She
was sure that given time and half a chance, she'd be reporting him for
sexual harassment sometime in the near future.
The man had no idea whatsoever of
boundaries. He didn't seem to
notice her wedding set at all; he acted as if it didn't exist.
She just hoped that he didn't behave that way when Harm was around; she
didn't want her husband facing charges for decking the jerk. Mac
looked at the case file in front of her, scribbled one more thing, and
closed it. She was thankful that she'd be able to take off
soon--if she couldn't have Harm, at least she could spend a quiet
evening helping Mattie with her homework and watching videos.
She looked up at the knock on her
office door. Lt. Vukovic was
hovering around the door, looking anxious. Mattie had taken to
collecting 'frog' songs since she and Harm had gotten engaged, and for
some reason, Mac could hear one running through her mind.
Froggy went a
courtin' and he did go,
uh huh,
Froggy went a
courtin' and he did go,
uh huh,
Froggy went a
courtin' and he did
go---
To the Coconut
Grove for the late
night show
Uh huh. Uh
huh, uh huhhh!
Sternly, she told the recalcitrant
voice in her head to shut up and
gave Lt. Smarm a cool smile. "How can I help you, Lieutenant?" she
asked. Undaunted, the song continued to run through her head.
Miss Molly Mousie
the hat check girl,
uh huh! (Knew it all the time)
Miss Molly Mousie
the hat check girl,
uh huh,
Miss Molly Mousie
the hat check girl--
He thought he'd
give this chick a
whirl!
Uh huh, uh huh, uh
huhhhh!
Lt. Vukovic came in, propped a hip on
the corner of her desk, and
smiled at her. "I was wondering--would you like to come out with
me to celebrate last week's win?" he asked. "Dinner, maybe a
little dancing… maybe we could go to my place afterwards?"
Before Mac could answer, the insistent
little voice in her head
continued on with the song.
Sidled up to Miss
Mousie's side, uh
huh! (the direct approach)
Sidled up to Miss
Mousie's side, uh
huh!
Sidled up to Miss
Mousie's side,
said---
"Please Molly
Mousie won't you be my
bride?"
Uh huh, uh huh, uh
huhhhh!
Lt. Smarm gave her a slow wink,
leaving nothing open to interpretation
of what he was actually suggesting. "Lieutenant," she began
frostily. "Did I ever give you *any* indication that I would do
such a thing?"
"You know you like me," he said with a
big grin. "I don't see why
not--I know that it's technically against the UCMJ, but it won't hurt
anybody… It's just like hiring an actor to get our client off."
"Not without my
Uncle Rat's consent,
uh uh." (Uncle Rat wrestles on TV)
"Not without Uncle
Rat's consent, uh
uh."
"Not without Uncle
Rat's consent,
I would not marry
the President!"
Uh uh, uh
uh, uh uhhhh.
"Out, Lieutenant. NOW. Be
assured that I *will* be speaking
to the General about this little incident, and if you have a career
left after I'm done, it will be a big surprise for both of us.
And you'd better be glad that my husband didn't hear your little
proposition." She gave him the sweetest smile that she could.
"I'm being generous by leaving you with all of your… parts intact--I
very much doubt he would."
That's it, Clyde,
you'd better hit
the road, goodbye.
That's it, Clyde,
you'd better hit
the road, farewell!
That's it Clyde,
you'd better hit the
road--
You ain't not
frog, you're a horny…
toad!
So long, farewell,
adios!
Mac folded her hands and watched him
wordlessly leave her office with
his proverbial tail between his legs. She reached for the phone
and dialed Jen's extension. "Jen?"
"What can I do for you, Colonel?" Jen
asked brightly.
"Does the General have any open slots
first thing tomorrow? I need to
talk to him about Lieutenant Vukovic."
"He has a few minutes right after
staff call; should I put you down for
then?" Jen asked.
"Please?" Mac requested. "We
need to get this matter taken care
of as soon as possible."
"Sure. Colonel, please tell
Mattie that I said hello?"
"Of course. Jen, you need to
stop by sometime; Mattie misses
you." They ended the conversation, hung up the phone, and Mac
drew in a deep breath. At least that would be taken care of.
She'd had serious doubts about Lt. Smarm since reading his service
jacket, but there hadn't been any indication that he'd try something
like that. Not only was she happily married, but she was his
direct superior officer and thus, doubly off limits.
Briefly, she wondered if insanity ran
in his family, but dismissed that
thought. Her opinion of him had dropped even further--not only
was he the epitome of the reason that lawyers had a bad name, but he
was a moron as well. She'd been trying to tell the General that
his new officer was up to no good, but he'd seemed so impressed by Lt.
Vuko-blech she had been having problems coming out and saying it.
Not anymore. Mac realized that she should've turned him in right
after discovering his scam, but she'd wanted to give him a second
chance. After all, General Cresswell was giving her one.
Mac took a deep breath and turned on
her IM. 'Harm?' she typed.
'Yes, Sweet Thing?" was the quick
reply.
A silly smile spread over her
face. 'I miss you. When are
you coming home?' she typed it in and waited for the response.
'Glad you caught me. I just
finished my quals,' was his
answer. 'I'll be coming home on the next COD. Flying is
nice, but I much prefer doing a different kind--with you.'
'Hm. You mean in Sarah? Or
at home in me?' Mac
started felt her face get hot as she typed the last sentence.
This wasn't exactly a conversation that she'd normally have with him at
the office; there was too much of a chance of getting caught.
'Sarah, sweetheart. If it
weren't for the fact that I'm sitting
in the JAG office with people around, I'd answer that. <g>
Let's just say that I'm looking forward to coming home. I've
missed you.'
'Hurry home, sailor. I have…
plans for us.'
'<leer> The only plans I want to
hear involve you, me, our bed,
and a locked door. Ready, Marine?'
'I can take anything you dish out,
Navy. Bring it on.'
'The COD leaves in an hour. Love
you.'
'Love you, too, Froggy. I have a
feeling that you're going to
require a *lot* of kisses to make sure that you haven't changed back.'
'Can't wait, Princess. Have to
go--I'll be home as soon as I can.'
Mac sighed and closed the window as
Harm signed off. She needed
him home with her; she was worried about how he'd taken Sturgis's
ham-handed attempt at getting revenge. When she let herself think
about it, the idea of hanging Sturgis by his guts from the nearest
yardarm kind of appealed to her. The only problem with that idea
was that she kinda liked Varese, and if she did that, it would cause
her pain.
Mac opened another case file and
started working on it, but it wasn't
long before she heard a knock on her door. "Yes?" she said,
without looking up.
"Mac, I was wondering if I could treat
you and Mattie to dinner,"
Sturgis said.
Mac looked up and started to
frown. "Feeling guilty for almost
sending my husband to the brig--again?" she asked.
"Mac--" Sturgis began.
"I don't want to hear it, *Sturgis*,"
she cut him off. Mac glared
at him and put her hands on her hips. "You were mad at Harm, so
rather than *properly* conducting the investigation, you decided that
he was guilty and that he'd be better off in Leavenworth where he
wouldn't last more than a week."
"Mac, he *did* shoot down that
plane--" Sturgis tried to defend himself.
"Yes, because it was going to blow up
an oil rig and kill hundreds
*more* people!" She crossed her arms over her chest. "Did
you *think*, Sturgis, that I might want him home again--that his family
*needs* him home? Or did you just want to throw away twenty plus years
of friendship on a whim because he did something you didn't like?
Hell, you *knew* that he was innocent!"
"Mac, I--"
"Until you apologize sufficiently,
*Sturgis*, I don't want to see
you. You're *not* welcome in our home--ever. And *I* decide
what apology will be sufficient. What happened? I thought
you were Harm's friend? I want you *out* of my office NOW."
Mac followed him to the door and shut it after him. She wanted to
be home and she wanted Harm there, too.
Mac took a deep breath, walked over to
her desk, sat down, and put her
head in her hands. She needed him home, safe. As long as he
got back to Washington quickly, she'd be fine. Mac and Mattie got
along well, but Mattie was more inclined to listen to Harm than she was
to her. She grimaced a little and hoped that they'd have an
easier time with teenagers when they raised them from scratch.
Somehow, she doubted it.
Mattie was a good kid--it was just
that she was still used to doing
things on her own. Sometimes having curfew and other rules just
didn't sit well with her. They were slowly working things
out. It helped that, with both Tom having signed away his
parental rights to them and Mattie's encouragement, they had started
legal adoption proceedings. The two of them were rarely out of
town at the same time, so Mattie always had a parent around these days.
Mac checked her watch and
smiled. Quitting time. She didn't
have anything that was really pressing, so she could go home on
time. She gathered up her files, stuffed them in her briefcase,
grabbed her purse, and headed out. She still had a few plans to
finalize with Harm's homecoming.
~*~*~*~
1830 EST
22 FEBRUARY 2005
HARM AND MAC'S HOUSE
ROSSLYN, VIRGINIA
Harm yawned as he unlocked the door
and stumbled inside. It had
been the journey from hell. Everything that could possibly go
wrong had, and to make matters worse, his body was still on Middle East
time. It had taken longer than it usually would to get home, his
taxi had gotten stuck in rush hour traffic, and what he wanted most was
Mac, his bed, and sleep, in that order. He knew that she had
plans for the two of them, but he was almost too tired to be of any
help in them.
Wearily, he closed the door, locked
it, and trudged up to his and Mac's
bedroom. A small part of his fatigue-fogged brain registered
surprise that Mattie wasn't home. The second-hand car they'd
gotten her to drive had been sitting in the driveway, but all the
lights in the house were off, so she obviously wasn't there. He
let loose a face-cracking yawn as he reached their bedroom.
Harm stumbled inside and shut the
door. Rubbing his eyes, he took one
step towards the bed before he realized that he was still carrying his
luggage. He dropped his luggage, stripped off all his clothes,
and collapsed on to the bed. Not bothering to climb beneath the
blankets, he rolled over and fell into an exhausted slumber.
~*~*~*~
2005 EST
22 FEBRUARY 2005
HARM AND MAC'S HOUSE
ROSSLYN, VIRGINIA
"Done with your homework, Mattie?" Mac
asked as she unlocked the door.
"Not quite, Mac," Mattie said with a
grimace. "Susan and I were,
um, busy, and we never got to our physics homework."
"Let me guess," Mac said, trying not
to laugh. "The new guy in
your English class?" She dropped her briefcase and purse on a
nearby chair, then hung up her topcoat and cover.
"Ma-a-a-c!" Mattie protested as she
hung up her coat and stuffed her
hat into the pocket.
A mischievous smile spread over Mac's
face. She knew she probably
shouldn't tease Mattie about her latest crush, but she couldn't
resist. "I heard you talking to Susan." She said with a
wider smile as she closed and locked the door behind them. "I
believe you said he was a 'hottie,' and that you'd *love* it if he
asked you out."
"Ma-a-a-c!" Mattie protested again,
swinging her backpack on her
back. "You know that Harm has barely let me start dating!"
"Uh huh," Mac agreed. "And he
meets every boy who comes to pick
you up and lets them watch as he cleans his service weapon."
Mattie started to turn red.
"*You're* not the one who has to deal
with your dad threatening your dates with their lives if they go beyond
kissing."
Mac bushed Mattie's hair behind her
shoulders. "I know he seems
overprotective, sweetheart, but he just wants to keep you from making
the same mistakes that he and I made."
Mattie sighed and scuffed the toes of
her sneakers against the wooden
floor. "I know," she said finally. "It's just soo
embarrassing."
Mac smiled. "It won't last
forever. Now--do you have any
other homework?"
Mattie nodded. "Yeah," she
admitted. "I've got some trig
and a couple of things to read for English."
"Okay, Kiddo, up to your room to do
your homework," Mac ordered.
Mattie headed upstairs, her backpack
bouncing on her back. "Okay…
Mom."
Mac gasped a little. Even though
they'd been living together as a
family for months, and . she called Harm "Dad" occasionally,
Mattie'd never called her that before. The meeting with the General had
gone well--Lt. Vuko-blech was being transferred to a remote duty
station and sentenced to both sensitivity training and ethics
classes. A formal reprimand had been added to his record as
well. Slowly, she started upstairs to change out of her
uniform. Harm would be home soon, and she wanted to be in more
comfortable clothes when he got there.
In a way, Harm had kept the baby
deal--he'd shared Mattie with her and
in about six months, she would legally be Mattie's mother. She
walked into her bedroom and flicked on the light. Without looking
at the bed, she closed the door and started taking her uniform
off. With a sigh of relief, she divested herself of her uniform
jacket and shirt, then started unfastening and unzipping her skirt.
It fell to the floor and just as she
was about to remove her pantyhose,
she heard a soft snore that made her turn around. She stepped out
of the skirt and her shoes, then padded over to the bed, shivering
slightly as the cool air went through her plain white nylon bra and
panties. It was Harm. He was lying without a stitch on
spread bonelessly over the top of the bed.
Unconsciously, Mac licked her lips as
she contemplated the nude form of
her husband. 'What to do, what to do,' she thought as a slow
smile spread over her face. She unfastened her bra, slid it off,
and tossed it to the floor. Hooking her thumbs under the
waistband of her panties, she pushed them down, and with a little
shimmy, dropped the remainder of her clothes on the floor.
"Harm," she called softly. "Wake up, Froggy. The Princess
needs a kiss."
Harm simply sighed a little, but
didn't wake up. Mac walked a
little closer, leaned over, and pressed a kiss on his chest. She
looked at him for a few minutes, then swept her hand over his body,
stopping at his right hip. She stroked it gently, then reached
for his flaccid penis. Mac caressed it until it started to
harden, then leaned over again and pressed a kiss to the tip.
"Ha-rm," she said again. "I
thought you wanted to go flying with
me." With her other hand, she caressed his balls, then gave his
hardening erection a firm stroke. She placed another kiss on his hip,
then climbed on the bed to straddle him. "Wake up, Flyboy," she
whispered as she leaned forward, her forearms against his chest to kiss
him. "I missed you."
Harm stirred slightly and cracked open
his eyes. Mac smiled and
kissed him again, this time with him actively participating. She
couldn't help it; he just looked so damn sexy when he was tousled and
not-quite-awake.
Harm broke off the kiss and wrapped
his arms around her. "I just
had the most wonderful dream--" he began sleepily, "Sarah Mackenzie
just crawled into my bed." He gave her a flyboy grin. "She
was naked and doing her best to seduce me."
Mac pretended to pout.
"Obviously not good enough, Sailor,
because I'm naked here, you're awake, and you haven't done anything
about it!"
Harm turned both of them over and
kissed her thoroughly. He
explored the slick confines of her mouth, enjoying the way his wife
tasted. The kiss ended slowly and he merely let his mouth hover
over hers for a few minutes so that they were sharing the same
breath. "I missed you, Sarah," he said simply before he started
to explore.
Carefully, he caressed every exposed
inch of skin with hands and lips,
paying careful attention to her most sensitive spots. He flashed
her a huge grin when she gasped his name, then continued in his quest
down her body. Harm was determined to make this latest lovemaking
last as long as possible.
Slowly, he made his way down her left
leg before continuing up, then
did the same to her right leg, purposely skipping where she wanted him
the most. Carefully, he slid a finger through her wetness, then
began to stroke her gently, exploring the familiar territory of her
most secret places.
Mac sighed in pleasure and continued
her explorations of her husband's
body. No matter how many times they made love, she could never
get enough of making love with him--they had waited seemingly forever,
and she knew that with effort, they would stay together for the rest of
their lives.
Harm slipped his finger into her moist
depths and encouraged her to
spread her legs a little wider. He kissed his way down her body,
stopping briefly to caress her breasts and nipples with his
mouth. He made his way down her torso, stopping briefly to swirl
his tongue in her belly button. Harm placed a kiss in the hollow
of her hip where her rose tattoo was, then gave her a wicked smile
before finally placing a gentle kiss on the inside of her thigh.
He placed a kiss on the wet, slick skin between her legs.
He smiled, then carefully began to
alternate nibbles and licks on her
clitoris, without stopping the movement of his finger inside her.
He added another finger, enjoying the soft moans and gasps his Sarah
made as she climbed closer and closer to release. "Harm!" she
called, then stiffened slightly as she fell over the edge of the
precipice.
He gave her one last caress before
moving slowly up her body. He
brushed her long hair from her face, his fingers still sticky and wet
from her juices. Still caught in the throes of her orgasm, Mac
reached out and guided his erection inside her. "I need you
inside me," she whispered hoarsely.
Harm released a contented sigh
as he sank fully inside her, then
gasped when she clenched her internal muscles around him. He
layered warm, moist kissed over her face, neck, and shoulders, then
gave careful attention to each breast as he started to move.
Slowly, he built up the rhythm as he tried to get as close to her as
human anatomy and sexuality would allow. "Love you, Sarah," he
panted, lost in the way he felt when he was inside her.
Mac wrapped her legs around his waist,
using that for leverage as she
moved her hips in tandem with his, determined to have him as far inside
her as he could possibly be. "Faster," she gasped.
Obligingly, he sped up, doing his best
to reaffirm the bond between
them. Faster, harder, and deeper he went until they both fell
over the edge. Harm breathed heavily as he wrapped his arms
around her and rolled over so that she was laying on his chest.
His softening penis was still inside her as they lay in the warm, hazy
aftermath of their lovemaking.
Mac tipped her head up and brushed a
kiss on the underside of his
jaw. "Love you, too," she murmured. "Mattie's doing her
homework in her room--I promised that I'd send you in to say goodnight
when you got home."
"'Kay," he said with a sleepy
smile. "Glad I'm here. It was
lonely on the carrier." Harm's smile turned lascivious.
"Next time I have to go, I could put you in my suitcase and we could
hotbunk. Then I wouldn't be lonely."
Mac giggled. "I don't think the
General would go for that." She
rubbed her nose along his collarbone. "You smell kind of like
you've been to sea--all salty and--" she inhaled deeply, "there's a
little metal tang, too."
Harm chuckled. "So you're saying
that I need a shower?"
"Um, hum," Mac said with a grin.
"Especially if you're planning
on going to say goodnight to our daughter."
"Don't want to move," Harm said with a
contented sigh. He flashed
her a grin. "Unless you want to…conserve water?"
Mac laughed and sat up. "Sure,"
she said. "I've got a
little--present for you."
Harm sighed in disappointment as he
slipped from her, his flaccid penis
still wet with their combined fluids. He caught her hand as they
both climbed off the bed and headed into the adjoining bathroom.
He turned on the water and was testing its temperature as Mac freed her
hand. "I'll be right back, Harmon," she murmured huskily.
"Wait for me in the shower?" she asked with a sexy smile.
He nodded and climbed inside as Mac
went back to their bedroom and dug
into her underwear drawer for a few minutes. She pulled out the
present she had gotten for him and checked the ribbon to make sure it
was tied securely. Mac walked back into the bathroom, opened the
shower door, and stepped inside. "I've got something for you,
honey," she said, then placed her present in his hand.
Harm turned around to face her, and
studied the small toy that she'd
given him. It was a rubber frog with a card dangling from a
ribbon that was tied around one leg. He turned the laminated card
over and read what it said. "Congratulations, Daddy. Your
looks and my brains--our little tadpole is a four percent miracle."
"You mean?" his eyes were wide with
shock.
Mac nodded, a huge smile spreading
over her face. Heedless of the
water coming down around them, Harm dropped to his knees and covered
her stomach with kisses. "Hey baby," he said, addressing her
belly button. "I'm your Dad, and I promise that I won't ever
disappear on you."
Mac blinked back sudden tears.
"Harm," she said softly, "we know
you wouldn't."
Harm stood up and gave her a
kiss. That one kiss led to more
kisses and they made love again in the shower. Mac yelped as the
water turned cold and hit her soon after they'd finished.
Quickly, they spread soap over each other's bodies and rinsed off,
gasping as the icy water hit sensitive spots. They got out of the
shower, turned it off, and got dry. "We need to tell Mattie,"
Harm said.
Mac nodded. "We don't want her
to feel left out," she said.
Exchanging a glance, they pulled
pajamas out of the dresser and put
them on, then wrapped their bathrobes around themselves. Harm
reached for Mac's hand and twined her fingers with his as they left the
bedroom and walked down the hall to Mattie's room. "Mattie?" Harm
called.
Mattie's door flew open as the
teenager ran out and gave him a big
hug. "I missed you!" she said.
"Thanks for the present you stuffed in
my seabag, Kiddo," he said as he
kissed the top of her head.
"Wanted to remind you what you left at
home," Mattie said, her voice
muffled by his shirt.
"Well, you certainly did that, Mats,"
Harm said with a chuckle.
He gave Mac an 'I'll explain later' look, then started moving towards
Mattie's room.
"Have you finished your homework?" Mac
asked gently.
"Uh huh," Mattie released her death
grip on Harm and followed her
parents into her room. She sat down on her bed and smiled.
"I'm glad you're home, Dad. Things just aren't the same when
you're not here."
"So am I." Mac gave him her prettiest
smile, then turned to Mattie.
"Sweetheart, we've got some news for you."
"How would you like a baby brother or
sister?" Harm asked.
Mattie was quiet for a few
minutes. "Are you going to get rid of
me?" she asked finally, her blue eyes wide with fear. "I don't
want to go live with my father."
Mac sat down on the bed and put her
arm around the girl. "Never,"
she promised.
Harm sat on the other side and gave
her a hug. "You're stuck with
us, Mathilda Grace Rabb."
Mattie leaned against Harm's
shoulder. "Good," she said
softly. She gave him a beseeching look. "Tuck me in?"
"Sure," Mac said. Harm and Mac
stood up and waited until Mattie
crawled under the covers. Together, they pulled the blankets up
to her chin.
Harm leaned down and kissed her on the
cheek. "Night, Mats."
Mac smoothed some hair away from
Mattie's face and smiled before
leaving the room. Harm followed and turned out the light.
Hand-in-hand, Harm and Mac went back to their bedroom. If it
hadn't been for Mattie and her frog songs, they knew that they probably
wouldn't have finally found their way to each other.
Finis.
Song Disclaimer: Froggy Went a
Courtin' doesn't belong to me, but since
the original song is about 400 years old, I don't think that anyone
will care. If you'd like to know the current theroy about the
origin of said folk song, email me and I'll be happy to provide it...