Part 13

Saturday

16 June 2007

Somewhere over the Atlantic

Harm leaned his head back against the seat and closed his eyes. Although he had a novel opened before him, he hadn’t read a single word. He was finally heading home for good. After 22 years in the Navy, he was now going to be a civilian. He shook his head…22 years, he’d spent more than half his life in uniform. The first twenty had been everything he’d ever imagined; with a few exceptions, he loved most all of them. It was the last 2 years that left something to be desired; those last two, made retirement an easy decision. He was more than ready to start the next phase of his life…a new career, a new father and a new husband.

Husband…marriage…those two words made him smile. A week from today he would be saying ‘I do.’ He would finally be connected to Mac for all eternity…not that they hadn’t been connected in one form or fashion since that fateful meeting in The Rose Garden. They had decided on a simple outdoor wedding. It had taken some fast-talking to keep the guest list under 50; his mother had still hoped for an elaborate affair. But in the end, the ceremony would be simple and sincere…an outward tangible display to family and friends of a love that had silently existed for 11 years. He couldn’t wait to be the Mr. MacKenzie to his Mrs. Rabb.

One week…there was a lot to do in one week. He needed to put the finishing touches on their new home and move all their belongings. It had taken longer than expected to complete the painting and remodeling. Mac had given up her lease on the ocean front bungalow, the first of June, thinking the house would be long since completed. Due to delays, she and Ben had to move in with his parents. He would be joining them and Mattie in his old childhood abode. The presence of his entire family in one house would make for some tight quarters before the wedding, but in the end the shared experiences from parents, to bride and groom, to grandchildren would make the day that much more memorable.

His mind wandered over the events of the last two months. The Easter visit to London had been brief but fun. Mattie and Ben had hit it off from the start. Ben was a little unsure of the wheelchair, at least until he had his first ride. Once he experienced going fast in the park, Mattie became his new favorite person. He spent the rest of the holiday, pulling to a stand beside the chair, extending an arm and issuing the order, “Up…weeeee,” in true military fashion. Mac and Mattie had to create a restraining harness out of one of his old belts, to keep the miniature speed demon strapped in for safety. Mac just knew Ben would be the next generation of Rabbs to seek the thrill of speed from the cockpit of a fighter jet. Ben had struggled with Mattie’s name. Every time someone would call “Mattie,” Ben would point to Mac and say “Mama.” On the one occasion, he’d yelled “Mattie Grace” to get her attention; Ben picked up on Harm’s use of the name Grace and from then on she was christened “Gace” in Ben-speak.

Originally they’d planned for Mac and Ben to visit London again in May. However the effects of the first visit had thrown Ben’s schedule into such a tailspin, it took over a week to re-acclimate him back to California time. In deference to Mac’s dual responsibilities of career and motherhood, they’d begrudgingly decided that the California portion of the Rabb family should stay put. He’d been able to sneak in a surprise visit of his own the middle of May. His presence had been requested, by the top brass at the Pentagon, at a conference on the continued terrorist threats in Europe and the Middle East. The conference was to last from Thursday through the following Monday, encompassing the Mother’s Day weekend. Several of the organizers decided to break from meetings at noon on Saturday to recommence early Monday morning. He decided on a whim to surprise Mac with a Mother’s Day visit of his own. Airline tickets had been limited, resulting in his beleaguered arrival just before midnight on Saturday night.

*** Flashback *** Saturday, May 12, 2007 *****************

Mac opened the door to find one exhausted but happy sailor. His smile grew at her shocked utterance of, “Harm, what are you doing here? When he’d threatened to leave, she grabbed hold of his arm, refusing to let go. His heart-felt explanation of wanting to spend her first Mother’s Day together resulted in the tearful marine throwing herself into his arms. The dozen perfect red roses in his hand became the unwitting casualty in the frontal assault. Of course, he’d have sacrificed the entire White House Rose Garden just to have her in his arms once again. The pair had collapsed into bed, exhausted but content to be in each other’s arms, for the first time in a month.

The following morning, he’d been awakened by a cheerful babbling baby voice. Ben peeked between the rungs of his confinement from the crib across the room. The early morning chant of ‘Mama’ quickly turned to squeals of ‘Dada’ when his ‘little man’ spied the beloved visitor reclining on the bed. He’d barely caught the flying monkey as he vaulted from the crib into Daddy’s waiting arms. The two Rabb men snuck from the bedroom to prepare a breakfast feast befitting their fair queen on her first celebration of motherhood. Returning with a tray of food, drink and flowers, the pair woke their sleeping beauty with a morning kiss…one wet and messy…the other tender and warm.

Mac blinked her eyes in the early morning sunlight. “Harm?”

He and Ben settled beside her in bed, “You were expecting someone else? Should I be worried?” He grinned at her confusion, “Morning, sweetheart…Ben and I made breakfast.”

She maneuvered into a sitting position to take in the feast. On the tray before her stood a plate piled high with chocolate chip pancakes. She dragged a finger through the berry syrup and popped it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip, “Mmmm, fresh raspberry sauce…” her eyes twinkled.

He pulled the finger from her lips, “Stop that…not in front of the kid,” he panted.

She grinned mischievously, “What’s the matter, Dad?”

He exhaled loudly through his nose, “Never mind, Marine…just eat your breakfast.”

She cut into the fluffy cakes, savoring every bite. As she washed down a morsel with a large gulp of freshly squeezed orange juice, she asked, “Harm, aren’t you and Ben going to eat anything?”

He turned the baby around to face him, “We ate while we cooked…didn’t we, little man? Did you like the chocolate chip pancakes?”

Ben nodded his head, “Mmmm…pantate…chtip.”

Harm leaned in to whisper something to Ben. At Daddy’s voiced encouragement, “Go ahead buddy…give it to Mommy.”

Ben extended a hand, “Mama.”

Mac accepted the beautifully wrapped gift, “Thank you, sweetie…did you go shopping all by yourself?” She glanced at Harm as she unwrapped the package. Inside, she found an intricately engraved gold locket with the letter ‘R’ scripted delicately in the center engraving. It was displayed on a beautifully ornate chain, allowing the rather large treasure to hang to mid-chest at the level of her heart. She turned the necklace over, studying the detail, “Harm, this is exquisite. It looks really old…is it an antique?”

“It belonged to my Grandmother. Actually it’s been passed down through several generations of Rabb mothers.” He peered over her shoulder, “Open it.”

She opened the delicate catch to revel several folding frames. The first two contained pictures of Mattie and Ben. The next couple were empty, and the frame at the back of the locket contained a picture of the two of them. Tears glazed her eyes, “It’s beautiful…I don’t know what to say.” She ran her finger over the picture of them, “If it’s an heirloom…are you sure I should have it?”

He took the locket from her hand, “This locket has displayed the pictures of each generation of new Rabbs. I guess…it kind of served as a way for each mother to hold her children in safekeeping close to her heart.” He latched the heirloom around her neck, “Sarah, who better to have this family keepsake than the mother of my children.” He leaned in to place a gossamer light kiss upon her neck. When she shivered in response, he smiled against her skin and nuzzled his lips more firmly, working his up to her ear. He whispered, “I love you,” and she collapsed into his arms.

As she pulled his face down to her, Ben bounced on the bed and clapped, “Kissy…kissy!”

He pulled back and laughed, “What did he just say?”

Mac smiled, “Kissy…it’s his new word when he wants a kiss. I guess he’s feeling a little left out.”

He reached for the baby, “I’ll give you a kiss, little man,” echoed through the room with Ben’s laughter, as he blew kisses and raspberries against the baby’s chubby belly.” Molly ran into the room and flew onto the bed to investigate the shenanigans involving her miniature master. Soon shrieks of laughter and barks of delight filled the air, as two adults, a baby and a dog rolled around on the bed. The noise died to contented gasps and sighs, “Mac, I can’t wait until I’m home for good. I want to start all my mornings just like this…in the arm’s of the people I love.”

She snuggled into his embrace, “Soon Sailor…soon. When do you have to go back?”

He sighed and brushed the hair away from her face, “Tonight, I have a 22:30 flight back to D.C. The meeting only broke for today…it resumes at 09:00 tomorrow and I fly back to London on Tuesday.” He watched Ben crawl over Molly, as the dog patiently allowed the bundle of energy to poke, prod and hug her. He grinned, “Those two seem to be getting along. I can’t believe Molly doesn’t protest.”

Mac shook her head, “I think it’s an even trade. Ben gets to torment her, and she gets all the food that hits the floor. It’s a win, win situation.”

He crossed his legs and created a barrier to prevent the rambunctious duo from tumbling off the bed, “I’m glad Ben will have a four-legged friend to grow up with…I always wanted a dog.” The pair finally called a truce and settled down; Ben sprawled across Molly’s chest. Harm laughed at their antics, “So, what do you want to do today?”

She sighed in contentment, “I’d love to stay in this spot and never move,” she had everyone she needed right here with her. “But I guess we should get up and call your folks…it is Mother’s Day after all; we need to take Gummy to lunch.”

He frowned, “Gummy…who’s Gummy?”

She giggled, “Your Mom…it’s another one of Ben’s new words. Your folks are now Gummy and Papa. At least, we think that’s what he’s saying.” At his bewildered expression, she shrugged, “Ask your son…although, your Mom loves the new endearment.”

They spent the afternoon with Trish and Frank, celebrating the special day. After an evening stroll on the beach, he gave Ben a bath and rocked him to sleep. They whispered goodbyes and ‘I love you’s’ before he departed for the airport at 20:00 on Sunday evening. A much too rushed visit, but a welcome respite from the sea of responsibilities that awaited him in London.

***** End of Flashback *****************

He scrubbed a hand over his face, bringing his attention back to the present. Flipping through several pages in his book, he came to a photograph tucked inside. He’d taken the picture of Mac and the kids during their Easter visit. The trio was huddled together in a tight embrace, giggling at the camera, as they chimed in with the requested ‘cheese’ timed to the flash. This was his future and he couldn’t wait to embark on all that lay ahead.

The flight attendant stopped next to his seat, “Would you care for something to drink?”

He smiled at the pretty blonde, “Sure…water would be great.”

She handed over the requested beverage and pointed, “Is that book any good?”

He closed the cover and held it up, “I’m not sure I’m a very good judge. I’ve read the same page ten times, and I still don’t know what it’s about. My mind seems to be somewhere else.”

She offered him some munchies, “So you’re headed to San Diego…is that home or just a visit?”

He declined the snack food, “I’m actually moving back to San Diego. I just retired from the military. I’m going to be starting a law practice there.”

Her smile grew as she noted the absence of a wedding band, “Really…I have frequent layovers in San Diego; maybe we could….” She left the invitation open.

His smile tensed, “Well, I know my wife and kids like to meet new people.” He opened the book and withdrew the photograph. Handing it to her, he continued, “My wife’s a marine lawyer, but she will be retiring in a couple of months. We’re starting a legal practice together. My daughter is just finishing her first year at the University of Virginia,” his smile increased reflecting pride, “…she wants to be a lawyer too. My son, Ben…well, he’ll turn one next month. I guess he still has time to decide what he wants to be.”

She handed him back the picture dismissively, “That’s a lovely family you have. I guess I better see to the other passengers.” She quickly advanced down the isle.

He grinned at the exchange. Mac would have gotten a kick out of that conversation. My wife, that was the first time he’d called her his wife. Well that was something he would certainly enjoy getting used to. He stared at the photo. Life was finally falling into place. The wedding was in a week. They would move into the new house as a family after the honeymoon. Ben’s adoption would be final the first of July, the same week as his first birthday. He and Howie were going to scout out office space next week. They hoped to be in practice by the beginning of August, just in time for Mac’s retirement. Then, there was that pesky matter of working on their 4% miracle; his smile grew, that was one ‘job’ he would relish working overtime on. He leaned his head back against the headrest and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep with a smile of contentment on his lips.

***

12:35

Saturday

16 June 2007

San Diego Airport

San Diego, California

Harm disembarked the plane and headed down the concourse to customs. Once he’d made it through the declarations and searches, he exited the international concourse looking around for his family. As the crowds began to thin, he located Mac and Ben standing off to the side. With a wide grin of welcome, he started toward the pair. Halfway to his destination, Mac held up a hand to halt his progress. Confused at the command, he stopped and watched as she set Ben down on the floor and pointed in his direction. Ben’s eyes lit up as he screamed “Dada” and ran, in a tipsy gait, toward Harm.

He caught his breath as he watched Ben traverse the floor, Mac following close behind. Ben had mastered another first in his absence. With a sigh, he muttered to himself, “Never again…never again will I miss another ‘first time’ in my son’s life.” As Ben drew close with arms extended, Harm picked him up, throwing him into the air with a laugh. When the toddler was firmly ensconced in his father’s arms, he hugged him close, “That’s my boy. You’re walking…I’m so proud of you.”

Ben lifted his arms in the air, “Up…up!”

Harm swung the boy onto his shoulders to squeals of delight and leaned in to kiss Mac, “Hey, I missed you. It’s nice to finally be home for good.”

She kissed him again, lingering for a moment, “I missed you too. I can’t believe you never have to leave again.” As tears appeared in her eyes, she buried her face in his shoulder.

He pulled her in tight, “Hey, what’s with the tears? This is supposed to be happy not sad.” She nodded against his shirt, but didn’t move from her spot of comfort. He stood in place for several minutes, basking in the moment of contentment, his soon-to-be wife in his arms and his son on his shoulders. The blonde flight attendant walked past; he nodded a ‘hello’ that communicated so much more. She released a sigh that said ‘the good ones are always taken.’

Ben broke the moment of silence with an issued command, “Go…Papa…Gace,” he pointed a little finger, “…owside…caw.”

Harm looked to Mac for interpretation. She smiled, “He said Papa and Mattie Grace are outside in the car.”

He frowned, “Why didn’t they come in?”

She put on arm around his waist, propelling him forward. “Mattie has a surprise for you.” At his raised brows, she continued, “Harm, she’s worked really hard, so don’t get all overprotective. Frank’s been wonderful with her.”

“What’s the surprise?” came his weary reply.

She smiled, “No way, she’d kill me if I told. Just promise not…to say anything…too critical.”

He sighed, “Why do I get the feeling I’m not going to like this?”

She leaned up to kiss his cheek, “It’s not bad, I promise. Just let her know that you’re proud of her.”

“I’m always proud of her!”

“I know…just let her know again,” came the gentle reply. “Come on, Sailor…I want to show you the new house today.”

He stopped in place, “Mac, I’m not a sailor anymore.”

She caressed his cheek, “You’ll always be my Sailor and my Flyboy, no matter what else you do for a living or how old and rickety you get.”

He leaned forward, hovering just above her lips, “Old huh? I’ll show you old.”

She pulled back slightly and grinned, “Promises, promises,” then captured his lips in a dazzling kiss.

Ben interrupted them, with a clap, “Kissy…kissy…no…caw.”

Harm laughed, “Mac, this kid of ours has incredible timing.”

The trio exited the terminal and Harm searched the curb for Frank’s Chrysler. When he didn’t see the car, he asked, “Mac, where’s the car. I don’t see Frank or Mattie?”

Mac pulled him down the walk to a Range Rover SUV, “This way, Harm. They’re right over here.”

His eyes widened in question, “Frank got a Range Rover?”

Mac shook her head, “Not Frank…Mattie.”

His voice raised several octaves, “Mattie? But she can’t…”

Mac placed a finger against his lips and shook her head, “Harm, remember…calm…not overprotective or critical. She’s worked really hard for the last month, so listen to what she has to say.”

He approached the car and opened the back door, “Hey Mats, what’s going on?”

She beamed with pride, “Do you like my new car, Harm?”

“It’s nice, but…ah, how….”

She pointed toward the console, “Hand controls…get in, I’ll explain.”

They stowed Harm’s luggage in the back and the two adults and Ben climbed into the back seat. Before he could form a question, Mattie began her spiel, “Harm, I bought the car myself with the money from my insurance settlement.”

He sighed, “Mattie, that money was for your future…it was supposed to go into the trust.”

“It did, except for the money to buy this car. Dad already made all the necessary changes to the house in Blacksburg, and Mac took care of the house here.” He looked at Mac with a raised brow. She smiled back and nodded in confirmation. “Anyway, I want to start taking care of myself, again. Grandpa Frank offered to buy me a car, but I wanted to do it myself. He helped me investigate all my choices. I didn’t want a wheelchair accessible van…I wanted something a little more in keeping with an adult my age. We checked out cars and SUVs…turns out the Range Rover is a good alternative. This car lowers in height when you shut down the ignition and raises up when you engage the key. I can maneuver myself into the driver’s seat without difficulty and stow my wheel chair behind the seat. Grandpa made sure I’ve had proper instruction and driving time. I’m going to get my license next week.” She finally took a breath and beamed with pride, “So, what do you think?”

He nodded, “Sounds like you’ve really investigated things. I’m proud of you…now, let’s see how this thing handles.” He winked at Mac, who squeezed his hand in approval.

They arrived home without incident and everyone unloaded the vehicle. Mac took a sleeping Ben into the house to settle him for a nap. Frank carried in the luggage, giving Harm a moment with Mattie.

Before she could transfer out of the car, Harm came around to the driver’s side and reached in, engulfing her in a hug. “Mattie, I’m really proud of you. You took on this whole initiative with maturity and responsibility…investigating car choices, learning to drive all over again, even taking on the financial responsibility.” His eyes were shining with tears, “You could have let your accident limit your future, but…you’ve worked really hard to gain independence. I’m just….”

She hugged back, “Thanks Harm…for being there and believing in me, even when my own father gave up. I couldn’t have gotten to this point without you or Grandma and Grandpa. I love you.”

He hugged her tighter, “I love you too, sweetie.”

She pulled back and wiped away her own tears, “Now, why don’t you go get something to eat, and then you and Mac can head over to the house. I know she’s anxious to show you all the changes. It’s so awesome, you won’t believe what she did.” She bit her lip before she gave away the surprise. She gestured toward the back of the car, “Could you grab my wheelchair? We had to stow it in the back to make room for everyone to ride to the airport.” Once he brought the chair to the side of the car, she expertly transferred from the car with a grin of satisfaction. “Come on, let’s eat some lunch. I’ll watch Ben while you and Mac get some time alone.”

***

Thirty minutes later, Harm and Mac headed back out to the garage. He glanced around for her corvette, “Mac, where’s your car?”

She chuckled, “Harm, a sports car is hardly practical with a baby. I had to trade it in on something that would safely fit a car seat and haul around all the other required paraphernalia.” She walked over to a new SUV and tossed him the keys.

He caught them midair, “A Chrysler Aspen, Mac? You traded in a Corvette for a Chrysler?”

She shrugged, “I had to throw Frank a bone. He really wanted to equip a Chrysler van for Mattie, but when they did all their research, they both decided the Range Rover was the way to go. The least I could do was humor him with my car choice. Besides, it’s actually a great car.” She raised a brow, “As for you, flyboy…what are you going to do about a car? You can’t exactly put Ben in that vintage Corvette of yours.”

He put the car in reverse and started to back out of the drive, “I guess now that I’m a family man…the Corvette will have to go. I’ll have to look into a new SUV. I really liked the Lexus I had before.”

She shook her head, “No way, Sailor…the Corvette stays. You’ll just have to get a second car and save the sports car for when we go out for adult-only dates.”

“But Mac, you got rid of yours…why should I keep mine. I need a family car for the same reasons you do.”

“In the first place,” she interrupted, “…you poured your heart and soul into that car. And in the second, I still want the chance to ride with the top down…wind blowing through my hair…going fast. You keep the car for both of us. We’ll just get two SUVs for everyday boring stuff,” she grinned.

He reached for her hand, “Mac, my heart and soul are in my family now.” Placing a kiss on her palm, he grinned mischievously, “But…the mental image of us riding in a convertible with the wind blowing through your hair,” his eyes twinkled, “…you’re right the Corvette stays.”

She winked, “I knew you would see things my way. How was your flight home?”

He briefly glanced her way, before returning his eyes to the road, “No complaints I guess. I brought along a book, but I couldn’t really concentrate…I was too anxious to get home to you.” He smirked, “Oh…and I made a new friend.” At her look of question, he continued, “The flight attendant wanted me to know she lived here…I told her my wife and kids are always happy to met new people.”

She rolled her eyes, “You just make sure the rest of the female population knows to keep their hands off my man.”

“Your man, huh…well, I’ll just tell them my wife’s a marine that should keep them at bay.”

Her face lit up, “Your wife…I like the sound of that. For awhile there, I didn’t think I’d ever hear you say those two words in conjunction with me…your wife.”

He reached for her hand and placed it on his thigh. Rubbing his thumb over her engagement ring, he asked, “The wedding is in a week…are there any last minute details I can help you with?”

She shook her head, “Not really…your Mom and Evie have it pretty much wrapped up. I barely had to lift a finger. They presented me with samples and I picked the ones I wanted. All you need to worry about is showing up on time.”

He stroked her hand, “Sarah, I’ve been waiting for this forever…wild horses and F-14 quals couldn’t keep me away from this wedding. I can’t wait to be Mr. MacKenzie.”

She laughed, “Mr. MacKenzie, that has a nice ring to it…although, Mrs. Harmon Rabb sounds better.”

“Are you going to change your name?”

She turned her hand over and threaded her fingers through his, “Professionally, I think I’ll do the hyphen thing, but personally…it’s Mrs. Rabb all the way. I’ve waited too long for us to belong to each other…I want everyone to know we’re a family.”

He pulled the car into the driveway of their new home, “Well, here we are…I’m anxious for the full tour. Mattie said you made some changes especially for her?”

She nodded, “Of course, she’s one of ours…we needed to make accommodations so she’s comfortable. What would you like to see first?”

He shrugged, “You’re the tour guide; you decide.” He opened her car door and reached for her hand, helping her from the seat.

She tugged him up the front walk, “OK, I say lets start with the garage.”

“The garage,” he frowned, “…what’s the big deal with the garage?”

“You’ll see, come on.” She pulled him through the front door, past the kitchen and out the service door. They were perched on the top landing of a long ramp as they exited the garage door. “I thought this would be the easiest entrance for Mattie. We have plenty of room with the exaggerated depth of the 3-car garage. This way she can park her car here and maneuver up the ramp into the house. She’ll never have to get wet or cold trying to get out of the car.”

She led him to the base of the ramp, “You know that workshop space at the far end of the garage? Well, I hope you don’t mind that I used some of the floor space.”

They walked around a new walled-in partition and stopped before a set of metal doors. He glanced her way, puzzled, “Mac, what’s with the new doors?”

“You’ll see,” she pushed a button and the doors opened to reveal an elevator hoist way. “You know how we had that finished area above the garage that we planned to use as a rec room or play area? Since Mattie is older and used to some privacy, I thought she might like her own space. I gave her the choice of a bedroom on the main floor or a small apartment up here. She thought the apartment idea was great. We talked back and forth over the phone and sent e-mails…and finally came up with this idea.”

They exited the elevator and walked into a studio style apartment. His eyes grew wide as he took in the modifications, “Wow…you did all this for Mattie?”

She nodded her head and pointed toward the far wall, “I thought we could use your old leather furniture to make a living area over there. The half-wall separates a space for a small bedroom. Her twin bed and dresser should fit perfectly.” She took his hand and led him to a wall adjacent to the elevator. There was a wide door that opened to a bathroom. “The space was already plumbed for a bath…it was easy to add the sink and commode. Frank has an architect friend who specializes in adapting buildings for the disabled. He suggested the vanity be left open under the sink, that way she can roll her chair under the counter to wash up, apply make-up, get to the electric plugs or whatever she needs to do. The shower is flush with the floor, so she can roll her wheelchair directly into the shower or transfer into the seat on the wall.” She studied his shocked expression, “Harm, are you OK…you haven’t said a word? I know I didn’t talk to you about all this, but I wanted it to be a surprise. You’re not upset are you?”

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in close, remaining silent for several minutes. When he finally regained control of his emotions, he pulled back, “Upset…why on earth would I be upset. This is amazing, Mac. I can’t believe you did all this for Mattie. I can’t begin to express, how much it means to me that you….”

She leaned forward and kissed his lips, “Harm, she’s part of our family too. I want her to know she’s always welcome here…that she’s one of ours just like Ben.”

He placed his lips against hers and whispered, “Thank you,” before kissing her back.

She caressed his cheek, “Your welcome and I love you. Come on, let’s go look at the rest of the house.” They rode the elevator back to the main floor and entered the kitchen. Her eyes twinkled, “Now for the new toys for us.”

As she showed off the new kitchen appliances, his eyes blazed with excitement. He caught her off guard by the new cooktop and backed her into the counter. Nuzzling down her neck, he demonstrated the future fun that a shared love for cooking could create. She shared her own form of fun in the family room by the fireplace.

As they walked through the living and dining rooms, he stopped to study the ornate trim work, crown moldings, columns and fireplace. “Mac, you were right…the two tone paint scheme really does show off the details. I hadn’t even noticed half this craftsmanship when we toured the house before.”

She pulled on his hand, “Come on, I want you to see Ben’s room.”

He wrinkled his brow, “Why? What did you do in Ben’s room?”

She shook her head and grinned, “Not me…your Mom, but it’s as much for you, as for Ben.”

She opened the door to the nursery and stood back, allowing him to enter first. He stopped in the middle of the room and turned in a circle, taking it all in, “Wow, Mom did all this?”

She came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, “Yeah, I knew she appreciated art because of the gallery, but you never told me she could paint.”

He tugged on her arm and pulled her around into his embrace, “Actually, the painting itself has always been her passion. Her degree is in art history…her parents didn’t think that an art degree was a marketable skill. So, she earned the art history degree, they wanted and opened a gallery…she saved the love of painting for her own enjoyment. I haven’t seen her paint like this in years.”

She stared into his eyes, “I guess she just needed the proper inspiration…she really does love having grandchildren. What do you think of the theme? She wanted to come as close as possible to your love of flying, while keeping it appropriate for a little boy.”

He smiled, “I think it’s absolutely perfect.” Each wall displayed a different landscape scene…the ocean and beach…a grassy meadow…a perfect summer afternoon sky complete with fluffy white clouds. And somewhere in each scene a biplane was perched in flight. The final wall depicted a larger rendition of his yellow stearman, the nose and propeller in full view, as if flying into the room. He gazed overhead, the ceiling had been painted sky blue and intermixed with clouds. Suspended from the ceiling by clear fishing line, were miniature biplane models poised in flight.

He looked back at her with a grin, “Are you sure you want to encourage the love of flying in Ben? I thought my flying gave you nightmares?”

She caressed his cheek, “I’ve learned to live with your passions, because they make you who you are…and I love you…all of you. I fully expected you to teach Ben how to fly.”

His expression clouded over, “I’m not sure I want to encourage my son in that passion…not after what happened to Mattie.”

“Hey, what happened to Mattie wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t have stopped her from wanting to fly, anymore than I could prevent you from stepping into an F-14 or Sarah. You’re alive and free when you’re up in the heavens. If Ben wants to share that love with you, then a I say go for it. I just want you both to be happy.”

He leaned in closer, “You make me happy. I could give up all the rest…but never you…I was miserable without you.”

She met him halfway, “Same here,” she teased his lips with hers, “…but now, you’ve got me for forever. No turning back, Sailor…this is for keeps.”

“Mmmm, a life sentence…I like the sound of that, Marine.” He kissed her deeply then pulled back, but didn’t release her from his embrace, “So, was the furniture a gift from Gummy as well?”

“Not the Gummy you think.” He raised a brow, and she continued, “Great Gummy Evie insisted on buying the furniture for Ben. I couldn’t have refused if I wanted to…the crib converts to a regular bed when he’s ready to be a big boy.”

He frowned, “Don’t make him grow-up too fast. I missed so much of his first year; I want to keep him little for a while longer. I can’t wait to enjoy every experience with our next baby.” She started to pull away, but he held her close and tilted her face up with his finger, “Sarah, there will be a next baby. Even if we have to adopt…there will be more than just Ben and Mattie. Besides,” he grinned, “…I’m looking forward to all the ‘work’ involved in achieving that 4% miracle. Practice makes perfect you know.”

She shook her head, “Well then…I guess I better show you the next gift from your parents.” She pulled away from his arms and ushered him toward the master suite. “I couldn’t stop her, Harm. If Trish had her way, she would have furnished our whole house. I did manage to limit the purchase of furniture to our bedroom. I think it’s her idea of a subtle hint at more grandbabies.”

She opened the door to the master bedroom and waited for him to enter. His eyes widened in wonder, “Well, she certainly didn’t hold back, did she?”

“Harm, I’m sorry…I know we were going to use my furniture until we could decide what we wanted, but she insisted and…please, don’t be upset. She meant well…I know you prefer more modern, clean lines, but with the house…a traditional style…huh, if you don’t like it….”

He waved a hand to calm her down, “Mac, it’s OK…I’m not upset. It’s just…I don’t think I’ve ever seen so much furniture in a bedroom before.” He walked toward the king-sized four-poster bed, “We’ve got plenty of room…I was kind of looking forward to cuddling in a smaller version.”

She walked over to his side and placed her arm around his waist, “We can still cuddle…who says we have to use all the space. Besides, there’s plenty of length for your long legs, your feet won’t be hanging off the end.”

He pulled her into his arms, “Good planning, Marine. I only have one question…do you like the furniture?”

She looked up with a huge smile, “I love it, Harm. I’ve never had anything so beautiful. It’s from a company called Baker. They make handcrafted furniture…I love the carvings and detail. Most furniture produced today has pressed trim work, but this…it’s amazing. It’s all hand carved and reproduced to perfect specifications.”

He ran a hand down the turned spindles of the post, “It is incredible, Mac. I know the furniture in my loft was more modern and clean, but this really goes with the architecture of the house.” He looked around the room at the highboy chest, triple dresser, nightstands and armoire, “But what are we going to do with all this furniture…we’ll never fill it all up?”

“Oh don’t you worry about that,” she grinned.

His eyes grew wide, “But we have two walk-in closets?”

“Harm, you’re used to living in the military. All you needed were uniforms and a few civilian suits and some leisurewear. Now that we’re going to be living and working in the real world…we’re going to need a greater variety of clothes,” her eyes twinkled at the possibilities.

His eyes widened further, “Oh no…I don’t think, I like that look in your eyes. I see shopping in our future,” he cocked his head to the side, “…let me guess…suits, dresses, casual….”

She patted his chest and laughed, “Don’t forget the shoes!”

He shook his head, “Lots and lots of them.”

She leaned up to place a quick kiss on his lips, “You’re learning, flyboy. So, you’re really OK with all of this?”

He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her between his legs, “Actually, I like the idea of starting out with new things…no history, we get to make our own memories.”

“I agree,” she ran her fingers through his hair. “I thought we could move my old stuff into one of the spare bedrooms. Plus, we have a bedroom suit from Bernice’s house. She inherited it from her grandmother…it’s a beautiful cherry four-poster set. I thought Ben might like to have it one day…a bit of history from his first family.”

He pulled her closer and ran his fingers along the bare skin of her back, “I think that’s a great idea…he’ll have a tie to his past. Now,” he bounced on the mattress, “…have you tried out this bed yourself. We need to make sure it’s comfortable.”

She laughed at his less than subtle antics, “As a matter of fact, I have…Trish wanted to make sure we had the right firmness.”

‘Well, I’m not sure you can really tell without both of us trying it together,” he lifted her onto the bed and rolled her beneath him. He waggled his eyebrows and tipped his head down to hers, “Hey, I’ve missed you, my soon-to-be Mrs. Rabb.”

She ran her finger through the hair at his neck, “I’ve missed you too. I can’t believe we’re finally in the same place, at the same time…for forever. I love you.”

He whispered, “I love you, too.” As his lips touched hers, a distant cell phone began to ring. “Ignore it,” was murmured against her lips as he deepened the kiss. When the ringing persisted, he pulled back, “Is that your phone?”

“Yeah, it’s in my purse in the kitchen.”

When the ringing stopped, he nuzzled her neck, “Now where were we?” Moments later, the ringing resumed at a louder volume from within the bedroom, he pulled back with a sigh and muttered to himself, “This better be important.”

Pulling the phone from his pocket, he answered, “Rabb.”

“Harm, it’s Mattie. I’m sorry to bother you, but Mac didn’t answer her phone.”

He rolled onto his side, “Her phone’s at the other end of the house. What’s up Mattie?”

“You need to come home…we can’t get Ben to stop crying. He woke up from his nap and keeps asking for Mama and Dada. We’ve tried everything…food, toys, outside…nothing works.”

Mac sat up and silently mouthed, ‘What’s wrong?’

He held up a finger to gesture ‘just a minute,’ and responded back, “Put him on the phone so I can talk to him.”

Mattie sighed, “Just a minute, Grandpa took him in the other room so I could hear.” She covered the mouthpiece and yelled, “Grandpa, Harm wants to talk to Ben.”

He could hear Ben crying ‘Dada’ in the distance. Moments later, the crying could be heard in the phone. “Ben, it’s Daddy. Hey little man, what’s wrong?”

“Daddda…Dadddda,” wailed into the phone.

Mattie pulled the phone away, “See, I told you…I think he’s upset that both of you are gone. Can you come home, now?”

“We’re on our way…be there shortly, Mats.” He disconnected the line and stood up from the bed, tugging on Mac’s hand, “Come on, Mama…we need to go home. Ben’s not happy we’re gone.”

She stopped their forward motion, and wrapped her arms around his waist, “One week, then it’s just you and me and that island paradise.”

He leaned in for a quick kiss, “Can’t wait. I don’t know what’s gotten into Ben…I’ve never heard him cry like that before?”

She followed him down the hall to the kitchen, “I think it’s because he was anxious to see you. We’ve been telling him everyday for the last week that Daddy’s coming home. We finally pick you up at the airport…he falls asleep in the car…and when he wakes up, you’re gone again. I think he’ll be fine when he realizes you’re home for good.”

They climbed into the car, “Mac, do you think he’ll be OK when we’re gone next week? I mean…it’s not like we can run home from the Bahamas.”

She shook her head, “No way, flyboy. The kids are not coming on our honeymoon. Just you and me…by ourselves for a week…remember?”

He sighed, “I know, but….”

“Harm, he’ll be fine. You and Ben can spend most of the next week together; once he knows you’re home for good, it won’t be a problem. Next week he’s all yours, babysitting, dirty diapers, formula, naps,” she grinned, “…you can do it all.”

He smiled back, “It’s a deal. Ben can help me organize the new house. By the way, did I tell you what a good job you did? I really appreciate all the time you put into everything. And thanks for thinking of Mattie, I still can’t believe you designed that loft space for her.”

“Like I said, she’s one of ours. I want her to feel welcome there, even after she’s moved out on her own. The loft will give her some personal space when she comes for visits.”

He reached for her hand, “Still, you didn’t have to…thank you.” He kissed her hand, “And I love our room, I wouldn’t want to change a thing.”

“Good,” she winked, “…then you won’t mind helping me pick out linens and draperies.”

He choked, “Linens…come on Mac…you don’t need me to….”

“All right then, guess you won’t mind that I want frills and lace?”

His eyes widened, “No way am I sleeping in a frilly room.”

“Then I guess you’ll have to help choose the linens. I have some pictures and fabric swatches in my sample book back at Trish’s.”

He pointed a finger, “That sample book stays at home with Ben, too!”

***

06:45

Sunday, Father’s Day

17 June 2007

The Burnett Home

La Jolla, California

Harm tried to block out the soft noises that danced at the edge of his consciousness. The last week had been hectic what with completing his responsibilities in London, packing up the last of his belonging for shipping and yesterday’s flight home. Was one morning of quiet rest too much to ask? He pulled a pillow over his head to block out the early morning sunlight. He had stayed up late last night trying to adjust to the differences in time zones and visiting with his family.

As he was drifting back to sleep, he heard the door open, followed by Mac’s soft whisper, “Go on, take it to Daddy.”

He heard the scurrying of nails across the floor and felt the tickle of a warm breath against his arm. He blinked open one eye and peered out from beneath the pillow, coming nose to wet nose with Molly. She used her snout to push a paper gift bag closer to him on the bed. When he retreated back under the pillow, the dog growled and then released a series of short barks to get his attention. As he slipped from beneath the pillow, he heard a chorus of giggles as the bedroom door closed.

Sitting up in bed, he grabbed the gift bag and peeked inside. Molly jumped up to join him on the bed, staring at the bag. He laughed at the dog’s silent message to share the gift. “Well, what do we have here, girl?” He pulled out an envelope and opened the card to reveal a message from his four-legged furry child. ‘Happy Father’s Day from the Dog…Can’t wait to play…I love you,’ signed with a very large paw print. Inside he found a retractable leash, a can of tennis balls and a Frisbee. Turning to Molly, he scratched behind her ear, “Thanks girl, it’s just what I always wanted.” She barked in response and nosed at the tennis balls. He laughed, popped open the can and tossed a ball to the floor. Molly flew from the bed in fast pursuit.

Mac opened the bedroom door and stuck her head in, “You decent in here?”

He raised an eyebrow and stared down at his boxers, “Who wants to know?”

She glanced back behind her and quickly came into the bedroom, “Pull up the covers, no one gets to see you in those but me.” She laughed at his expression and then opened the door to invite in the troops.

Mattie wheeled in with Ben in her lap. Trish and Frank stayed by the door, happy to watch this first Father’s Day celebration from the periphery. When Mattie and Ben got close to the bed, Mac picked the baby up and sat him next to Harm. “Go ahead Ben, give it to Daddy.”

Ben flashed a toothy grin and handed over the big box with a little help from Mama. Harm reached for the baby and the box, hauling them both into his lap, “What’cha got there, little man.”

Ben smacked at the box, “Dada…ere.”

Harm removed the wrapping with Ben’s assistance and opened the box to find a t-shirt. Lifting the white shirt into the air, he laughed at the saying written in childlike print, ‘If Mama says NO, just ask Dada!’ Ben pointed to the hand and footprints positioned all over the shirt with red and blue paint. “Ben, is that your hand on Daddy’s shirt?” Ben grinned and jabbered away in response.

Mac sat down beside them on the bed and stroked the baby’s hair, “Ben, tell Daddy you made that for him with a little help from your big sister.”

Ben grinned and pointed toward Mattie, “Gace.” He then reached back into the box and pulled out a piece of paper, crinkling it into a ball. He handed the wad to Harm, “Dada.”

Harm took the ball and smoothed out the paper, “What’s this?”

His eyes widened as Ben poked his finger at the picture, “Dada…wide…owside!”

Mac laughed at Ben’s excitement, “Daddy will take you later.” She turned to Harm, “It’s a jogging stroller. I thought my two guys might like spending time together outside…getting some fresh air and exercise.” She pointed to a spot on the picture, “And if you look closely, there’s even a hook attachment for Molly’s leash…you can all go running in the park.”

“Ah, the other part of ‘MY’ present from Molly?”

Mattie cleared her throat, “All right, now for your other gifts.” She handed him two boxes, “Open the smaller one first.” He opened the box to find a ridiculous tie with palm trees and a hula dancer. Mattie laughed, “Every Dad is supposed to get a funny tie for Father’s Day, right...since, it’s your first I thought I’d oblige.”

He shook his head, “Thanks Mats…I hope you don’t mind if I save it for special occasions…like Halloween.”

She pointed at the other box, “That’s your real gift. Happy Father’s Day…I love you, Harm.”

He opened the package to find a light blue Egyptian pinpoint-cotton dress shirt and a burgundy tie. He rubbed his fingers over the soft weave of the shirt, “Mattie, it’s beautiful…but you shouldn’t have; it’s too expensive.”

She beamed with pride, “I’ve been working for Grandma Trish at the gallery. I wanted to save up for something special.”

He leaned over the edge of the bed to give her a hug, “Thanks sweetie, I love it. I’m going to need more of these, now that I’ll be going to civilian court…no more uniforms.”

She kissed his cheek, “Your welcome…I thought you’d look good in that color, plus it will go with,” she place a hand over her mouth, “…never mind.”

Mac rolled her eyes and pulled out another large gift box, “I think this is what she’s referring too. This is from me and the kids, Happy Father’s Day, Harm.” She leaned in to place a kiss on his lips, “Love you.”

He looked a little overwhelmed, “Mac, this is all too…I didn’t get you this much for Mother’s Day.”

She caressed his cheek, “Sure you did…you brought yourself to me for Mother’s Day. That was the best gift of all.” She winked, “Go on, open your present.”

He removed the ribbon and then turned to Ben, “Hey little man, you going to help Daddy open the package.” He and Ben managed to tear off all the paper and lift the lid. He gasped at the contents, “Oh Mac.” He ran his hand up the front of the expensive gray suit.

She laid her head on his shoulder and touched a finger to the jacket, “It has just the barest hint of a light blue pinstripe. From across the room, you can’t really tell it’s there…but I thought with your eyes…and Mattie’s shirt, it would set the color off perfectly. You’ll look really handsome, Sailor. In this, I can’t see a judge denying any of your arguments,” she grinned, “…especially, if she’s a she.”

He turned his head to place a kiss on her forehead, “Thank you, sweetheart…I love it.”

She picked her head up and leaned in to kiss him, “Your very welcome, and I love you.”

As they closed their eyes and held each other close, Trish spoke up, “All right kids, what do you say we go make Daddy a special Father’s Day breakfast? He and Mommy need to put away the gifts.” She winked at the couple in conspiracy, as she grabbed Ben from the bed, “See ya downstairs in a few minutes. Happy Father’s Day, darling.”