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Date Posted: 15:37:43 08/26/16 Fri
Author: Lace
Subject: Nine years after series part 16 Saying goodbye

It's been a long time, but here's part 16 of the nine years after series.

The characters aren't mine, mistakes are..

June 2015

Harmon Rabb Junior opened the front door and stepped into the house. It had been a long day in court and he was later than he’d expected to be. The house was quiet as he walked into the living room, and he suspected that the kids were already in bed since it was a school night the next day. They had two more days until summer vacation would start. Claire had a summer job at his firm parts of the summer, but they would have two weeks together in July for travel. Nathan would attend the Naval Academy in the fall, and would be starting his Plebe Summer period in July. Harm couldn’t hide his pride. He hoped that one day Matthew would follow in his footsteps too, maybe even become a pilot. He was already fascinated by the thought of flying an airplane, begging his father to let him fly Sarah alone.
Claire would be starting her junior year in the fall. She was a top student and would be able to choose the University she wanted when that time came.
Mattie was working on her residency to become a Doctor. She was in her second year as a resident, and would eventually join the Navy.
All the Rabb children were on their way to their own greatness. Harm was proud of what Mac and he had accomplished.
Harm hurried to eat some leftover pizza. Apparently Mac had decided to skip cooking and had called for delivery instead. He walked upstairs and looked in on Matthew who was sound asleep in his bed. He knocked on Claire’s door and waited for her to open. “Hi, Dad,” she smiled.
“I just wanted to say goodnight,” Harm said. “How was your day?”
“It was fine. Can’t wait to start work though,” Claire yawned. “I better get some sleep. Good night.”
“Good night,” Harm said and turned to leave.
“Dad?”
He turned to Claire again. “Yeah?”
“Is Mom okay?”
“Why?” he asked with worry.
“She’s been quiet today,” Claire shrugged her shoulders.
“Thanks,” Harm said as he turned to Nathan’s door and knocked.
“Yeah,” he heard from inside. He opened and found Nathan on his computer. “Just wanted to say goodnight.”
“You’re home late,” Nathan said as he put the computer down. “Busy day?”
“Yes, busy month actually. I’ll have things calm down after this case though,” Harm said as he turned to leave. “I better get some sleep. Good night.”
“Me too,” Nathan said. “Good night Dad.”
Harm closed the door behind him and headed for Mac and his bedroom. He opened the door and found her in bed with a book. She looked up when he entered.
“Sorry, I got caught up with something. Forgot the time,” he said as he closed the door behind him.
“Did you find something to eat?” she wondered as she put the book away.
“Pizza,” he said teasingly.
“I wasn’t in the mood to cook,” she said with a shrug.
Harm noticed her mood. She seemed sad. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked.
She hesitated. “Harm, I think I need to go home to Arizona.”
Harm looked confused. “Okay…”
“Uncle Matt called. My Mom is in a nursing home there. She’s dying,” Mac said and looked down on her hands.
Harm removed his jacket and tie and walked to the bed. “How do you feel about that?” he sat down and reached for her hand.
She hesitated. “Not sure actually. I haven’t thought about her in a long time. I haven’t spoken to her since my Dad died.”
“You never talk about her,” Harm said.
“No, I don’t. She’s not a part of my life, so I don’t have that much to say about her. I just… Harm, I think I need to say goodbye to her again. I thought I had finished with her, but after talking to Uncle Matt I knew I had to go there.”
“I’ll come with you,” Harm said.
“You’re busy,” Mac said quietly.
“Not too busy for this. It’s just closing argument and the verdict left, Bud can handle that,” Harm said stubbornly. “I won’t let you push me away.”
Mac smiled. “What makes you so sure I will.”
“I know you,” Harm said and pulled her closer. He touched her cheek in a sweet gesture. “You think you don’t need anyone,” he kissed her softly.
Mac laughed softly. “I won’t push you away. I promise,” she hugged him close and rested her head on his shoulder, her safe place being in his embrace.

Mac sat down by the breakfast table the next morning, sipping her coffee she waited for the children to join her. After her talk with her husband the night before she had decided to go home to Sedona for the first time since she had joined the Marine Corps. She had visited with her Uncle many times, he lived just outside the city where she grew up, but she’d never actually spent time in the city. When she visited with Uncle Matt it was all about the wilderness, the Rocks. It had never been tempting to go into town, maybe a part of her was scared of who she would meet. She was Joseph Mackenzie’s daughter, and it hadn’t been easy growing up in a small town where everyone knew who her father was.
“Good morning,” Claire said as she joined her.
“Good morning. Are Matthew and Nathan on their way?” Mac wondered.
“I don’t know,” Claire said.
“Morning,” Nathan said.
“Mom, I think this sweater might be too small,” Matthew said as he walked into the kitchen holding his hands up, the sweater barely reaching below his bellybutton.
Mac laughed softly. “You think? Why don’t we find you another one after we’ve had a talk?” Her son was going through another grow spurt.
“Who did something wrong?” Matthew asked as he sat down.
“No one,” Mac reassured them. “Listen guys, I have something I need to tell you. Uncle Matt called yesterday, and he told me that my Mom is dying. She’s in a nursing home back home in Sedona, the town where I grew up. Remember how I told you guys about how I haven’t seen my Mom in many years? That she left me when I was fifteen?”
“Are you going to see her now, Mom?” Nathan asked.
“I think I will. Your father and I will travel there later today. Harriet has agreed to have you guys at their place until we return,” Mac explained.
“Can’t I go too, Mom?” Matthew begged. “Please. I want to see my grandma.”
“You really want to come?” Mac hesitated.
“Please, can I?” Matthew begged again.
“Well I guess you could come,” Mac said and smiled. “We’ll have to talk to Principal Higgins, but I’m sure it won’t be a problem if you miss out on the last two days of school.”
“Thank you,” Matthew was ecstatic.
“Mom, why did your Mom leave?” Claire asked.
“My Dad was an alcoholic. He was abusive. I guess she finally had had enough,” Mac answered.
“Did your Dad ever hurt you?” Nathan wondered.
“No, he never hit me. He was more verbally abusive towards me,” Mac said honestly and hesitated. “My house wasn’t a very nice place, and I was always afraid that my Dad would mistake me for my Mom and hit me. I’ve always had problems trusting people, especially men. I’ve had troubles letting people close.”
“But not Dad,” Claire said.
Mac smiled. “In the beginning I didn’t trust him. Then I realized that he’d never leave me and he became my most trusted friend.”
“Have you forgiven your parent’s?” Nathan wondered.
“Yes, in a way I have. Holding a grudge would only hurt me.” Mac said and smiled. “I have a wonderful life.” She felt Harm’s hand on her shoulder and put hers above his.
“We’re lucky to have you,” Harm said and kissed her.
“I love you guys,” Mac said warmly.
“We love you too, Mom,” Nathan said. “And I think it’s a good idea to go see your Mom. I’m really glad I did before my Mom died.”
“Me too,” Claire said and looked thoughtful. “It’s funny how life can be really sucky, but then it all works out somehow and turn out really great.”
They all agreed on that.

The next day
Mac smiled when she saw Uncle Matt waiting on them at the airport when they landed. She hurried over and got a big hug in return.
“It’s good to see you,” Mac said.
“And what happened to you?” Uncle Matt looked surprised. “Where’s little Matthew?” he gave the boy a big hug. “You’re growing up.”
“I almost have no clothes that fit anymore,” Matthew said proudly.
“It’s good to see you Harm,” Matt offered his hand.
“Good to see you too Matt,” Harm said and shook his hand.
“We better hit the road. I’ll take you to my place first, you can settle in and have a bite to eat, then we’ll go see your Mom,” Matt said and took Mac’s luggage. “Maybe we can hit the Rock’s too while you guys are here?”
“I’d love that, Uncle Matt,” Mac said with a wide smile as she took Harm’s hand.
Harm laughed softly. “Happy to be home?” he said teasingly.
In front of them Mathew was already busy telling Uncle Matt all about his new skateboard tricks, his plans for the summer and everything else he could think of. Mac could hear Uncle Matt laughing as the boy rambled on.

Uncle Matt’s house lay right outside the city, on a hillside far away from any other houses. He liked the peace and quiet. After being released from prison he’d lived out here on his own, enjoying the nature he loved the most. Mac always loved spending time out there, the house built of timber wasn’t very big, but it was cozy, and the surrounding were amazing.
“Your usual room is ready,” Matt said as he drove up to the house and parked.
“Uncle Matt, can’t we sleep outside, please?” Matthew pleaded as he hurried out of the car.
Matt laughed softly. “Sure we can.”
“I want the camping experience too, Uncle Matt,” Mac said and took her husband’s hand as they walked up the stairs to the house. “What do you say, sailor?”
“Sure, that sounds exciting,” he said teasingly. “What’s better than sleeping on the rock hard ground, with the snakes and the bugs… It’s a sailor’s dream.”
“Where’s your sense of adventure, Harm?”
“It’s the difference between sailors and marines, Sarah,” Matt said with a small laughter.
Harm chuckled. “I’m all in.”
Mac leaned in and kissed him sweetly. “Thank you.”
“Uh, no kissing,” Matthew said. “It’s gross.”
“When you grow older you won’t think so,” Harm said as he followed his son outside.
Mac smiled as she walked over to her Uncle. “How are you doing Uncle Matt?”
“I’m doing great. You don’t have to worry about me, Sarah,” Matt said with a warm smile. “How are you doing?”
Mac hesitated. “Actually, I’m a little nervous.”
Matt nodded. “You haven’t been in the city since I took you away. I know your Dad had a bit of a reputation, but people have forgotten about that a long time ago. I always have people ask me about how you’re doing. I brag, of course.” Matt laughed softly. “Eddie’s family always ask about you when I run into them.”
“I should go see his grave,” Mac smiled sadly.
Matt put his arm around her shoulder. “I think it’s time.”
“Yeah,” Mac agreed.

Sedona Nursing home
Mac, Harm and Matthew followed Matt down a hallway. Mac looked around, remembering the last time she walked these halls. She was eight, her grandmother had just died, her Dad had been sober and he’d tell her that death wasn’t scary. He’d seen many die in Vietnam, he told her. Mac had never seen someone dead before, and she thought her grandma looked peaceful. Her Dad always behaved when Uncle Matt was home, and Mac always wanted to tell her Uncle what it was really like at home. Uncle Matt wasn’t home a lot, he was stationed all over the world, but when he was home their house always seemed so much warmer and safer.
“Hello, Matt,” an old lady with a walker stopped and smiled.
“Hello Mrs. Harper,” Matt said and smiled. “You remember Sarah?”
“Of course I do. One of my brightest students,” Mrs. Harper smiled. “And those eyes are hard to forget, even for an old lady.”
“Hello, Mrs. Harper. How are you?” Mac offered her hand.
“I’m alive and kicking,” Mrs. Harper laughed softly. “I saw you on TV last year. I told everyone that I had you in second grade.”
Mac smiled. “This is my husband Harm, and my son Matthew.”
“I see you have your mother’s eyes,” Mrs. Harper smiled warmly to Matthew. She looked at Mac. “I’m sorry that Deanne isn’t doing well. I visited yesterday, but I don’t know if she knew it was me. Well, I better continue my walk.”
They all said goodbye and Matt held open a door for them. “It’s in here.”
Mac entered first. Her mother was much thinner than the last time they met, her hair grey, her face wrinkled. Deanne turned to them and her eyes opened wider as she tried to it up.
“You came,” she whispered hoarsely.
“Of course I came,” Mac said as her eyes watered. “This is my husband Harm, and our son Matthew.”
Tears ran down Deanne’s face. “You have a beautiful boy, Sarah.”
“Thank you,” Mac hesitated and moved closer to the bed. “We have three more, I’m sure Uncle Matt told you?”
“He did,” Deanne confirmed. “Hi, Matthew. I’m glad I got to meet you.”
“I wanted to come,” Matthew said.
“He really wanted to meet you,” Mac said and ruffled Matthew’s hair.
Deanne nodded. “I know this probably doesn’t mean anything to you, but I’m so proud of you Sarah. I followed your career.” Deanne pointed to a box on her nightstand. “I’m so glad you came here. I’m so sorry for being a bad Mom.” Tears streamed down her face now. “I…” her eyes closed and she leaned back on the bed. “I’m really tired, Sarah.”
There was a knock on the door and a minister stepped into the room. “I’m sorry.”
Mac looked at her husband. “Maybe you should take Matthew outside.”
Harm nodded. “Come on.”
Deanne opened her eyes. “Father Mark.”
“I’m here as promised Deanne,” the priest said as he walked over to the bed. “Let’s pray together.”
Five minutes later Deanne’s eyes closed again, her breathing slowed down and a minute later she was gone. Matt put his arm around Mac’s shoulder. “Are you okay?”
Mac nodded. “I’m fine. I’m glad I came.”
“Me too,” Matt said as the priest turned to them. “I’m not sure you remember me Sarah?”
“I remember Father,” Mac said.
“You’ve grown up since I last saw you,” Father Mark said. “I’m sorry that we meet again under sad circumstances. I’ve visited with your Mom every week for the last two months.”
“Where has she been? How did she end up here again?” Mac realized that she had so many questions.
Matt excused himself to get the nurse.
“Your mother wanted you to have this,” Father Mark reached for the box on Deanne’s nightstand. “I believe you’ll find all your answers in here. Deanne had so many regrets, Sarah. I think she finally found peace now.”
Mac talked to the minister for a while, then she excused herself.
The ride back to Uncle Matt’s house was quiet. Matt talked about funeral arrangements, but Mac barely listened.

Back at the house they ate and then they went for a walk. Mac and Matthew fell a little behind Matt and Harm as they walked. Mac put her arm around her son’s shoulders. “How are you doing, Matthew?”
“I’m okay,” Matthew said with a shrug. “I’m sorry about your Mom.”
“Me too, but maybe finally she found peace,” Mac said thoughtfully.
“Mom, I think grandma really was sorry about leaving you behind,” Matthew said.
Mac was surprised by Matthew’s words. Her son was wise for his age; he always had been. Grandma Sarah called him an old soul.
“And I’m sorry grandpa wasn’t nice. I wish I could have been there to tell him that he should be nice to you, and to grandma,” Matthew continued.
“That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me,” Mac said and hugged him to her side as they walked. “I’m glad you came. I wasn’t sure you were ready to experience death so closely, but I didn’t want to rob you of the chance to meet your grandma. I’m really proud of you. I love you so much, Matthew.”
“I love you too, Mom,” Matthew said and offered a full blown smile.
“Matthew, come look at this,” Matt yelled.
Matthew released his mother. “Coming.”
Harm smiled as Mac caught up to him. He took her hand as they walked. “Are we sure we want to sleep outside tonight? Matt just found bear poop.”
“Are you scared?” Mac teased.
“Don’t tease,” Harm said and pulled her hand to make her stop. He looked into her eyes. “How are you doing?”
“I’m okay. I finally know where she is, and I think she has finally found peace. I’m glad I got the chance to see her one last time,” Mac said as a tear ran down her cheek.
“Hey,” Harm pulled her close.
Mac held him close as she cried, finally letting out pain she didn’t know she’d kept bottled up inside of her.

The next day
Mac followed the map Uncle Matt had drawn for her. She stopped when she arrived at the tombstone where Eddie was resting. Someone kept the flowers fresh, his mother she assumed as she bent down to put down the flowers she had brought. She put her hand on the stone.
“Hi, Eddie. I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner.” Memories of their past went through her mind as she sat like that, memories she’d always keep close to her heart.
“Sarah?”
Mac turned. “Mrs. Walters,” she stood.
“I heard you were in town. I’m sorry about your Mom,” Violet Walters said. Eddie’s mother had aged, but Mac recognized her immediately.
“Thank you,” Mac said. “How are you?”
“I’m well. Older, but I have my health. How long will you stay?” Violet asked.
“Until tomorrow,” Mac said.
“You should stop by the diner on main street. Jill would love it if you stopped by,” Violet said.
Jill was Eddie’s younger sister. “I’ going into town after I leave here. I’ll stop by,” Mac promised.
“Eddie was a troubled boy, mostly because of his Dad. I guess he told you about the beatings and the abuse. I regret that Eddie had to die before I left my husband. It was my wake up call. I couldn’t help my son, but at least I managed to give Jill a better life,” Violet said and smiled. “Thank you for being Eddie’s friend.”
“It was easy. He was a great guy. He always protected me, made sure I got home safe. I should have been protecting him the night of the accident. I will always regret getting into that car,” Mac said honestly.
“It wasn’t your fault. If anyone is at fault it’s us grownups who didn’t do our jobs better. You both should have been home safe instead of out drinking,” Violet took Mac’s hand. “I’m glad you made something of yourself.” She released Mac’s hand. “I’m going to stay with Eddie for a while.”
Mac nodded and took one last look at the grave. She said goodbye and left the cemetery.
She drove past her old high school and decided to make a stop. It hadn’t changed much outside, but she was glad to see that the inside had gone through some improvements. She walked around for a while, but decided to leave before the students would finish with class. As she descended the stairs outside someone called her name. Mac turned and saw a familiar face holding the school’s door open.
“Are you in a hurry?”
“Harry?” Mac smiled, remembering the bony boy she often helped from being bullied. She was already an outcast, and stepping into the line of fire when someone was being bullied didn’t really help her be more popular.
“I work here now,” Harry said as he walked to meet her. “I’m the principal actually.”
“Wow,” Mac smiled. “I didn’t expect to meet someone I knew.”
“I’m glad I was here. You took some harsh words for me back in High School, and I never got to thank you for it,” Harry smiled. “You seemed to have handled it well though. Your honor.”
Mac laughed softly. “It took me a while, but I found my way.”
“It’s a long way from the back of that motorcycle and to JAG Headquarters in Washington D.C. I had a major crush on you back then, but you were too busy with Mr. Motorcycle to even notice,” Harry said with humor.
“I married him actually,” Mac said and shrugged. “He went to jail and I went to boot camp.”
“I’m happy you got out of here. My life changed after High School. I guess what got me bullied in High School made me popular in College. It’s strange how things work out, huh? Anyway, I’m married, have three kids. I wasn’t even considering moving back here, but then I was offered the position of principal, and I guess I wanted the opportunity to show my bullies that I made it despite them. Two of the worst bullies in High School still live in my neighborhood. Now we barbeque together.” Harry said with laughter.
Mac smiled. “Forgiveness is the noblest revenge.”
Harry nodded. “I married Vanessa Banks.”
Mac raised her eyes. “I guess she has changed a lot since High School?” Remembering how cruel Vanessa had been back then, Mac was surprised to hear that Harry had married her.
“She has. She works at the diner on Main Street. You should stop by there. Jill Walters is the owner,” Harry said.
“I know. I’m heading there next. I met Valerie at the cemetery earlier,” Mac explained. “So Jill actually owns the place, huh?”
“She’s a real trooper that one. Went to business school, bought the place and it has never been more popular. You should try the cheesecake. To die for,” Harry said.
“I will,” Mac promised. “Well, I better get going. I’m meeting Harm for lunch.”
“Your husband. The Admiral,” Harry said and smiled. “Your Uncle likes to talk about you.”
“I bet he does,” Mac said cleverly.
“I’m happy you’re happy,” Harry said.
Mac hugged him. “Right back at you, Harry.”

Fifteen minutes later Mac walked into The Diner and was surprised by all the changes that had been made since she last was there. The dark, run down diner was now light and very cozy.
“Hi Lady, want to sit with me?”
Mac turned and found a familiar face. “No thank you,” she said.
“Frank, down boy,” Jill Walters walked up to them. “Sarah, it’s great to see you. You look amazing. I’m so sorry about your Mom.”
Mac hugged the younger woman. “Thank you. Jill, you look great. And this place… You’ve done an amazing job.”
“Sarah? Mackenzie?” Frank smiled. “Did I date you in High School?”
“No, you didn’t,” Mac said.
“Frank, back to your corner,” Jill waved him off. “He’s such a sleaze ball that one.”
“Why so mean, Jill? You could use a ride on the Frank, maybe you’d loosen up a little,” Frank said.
“Leave the lady alone.” Harm had walked up to them. “Hey, sorry I’m late,” he kissed Mac.
“No problem,” Mac said and smiled. “Harm, this is Jill. Eddie’s sister.”
“Nice to meet you, Jill. Is this guy bothering you?” Harm asked and pointed to Frank who had stepped a little away from them.
“No problem, he’s always like that. Idiot. And it’s nice to meet you too. Sit down and I’ll bring menus. I’ll just make sure the kitchen isn’t in crisis and I’ll join you, if that’s okay?” Jill asked.
“Sounds great,” Mac said. She took Harm’s hand and let him lead her to a table. “I’m glad you’re here.”
Harm held her chair before he sat down as well. “What’s with that guy?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t really know him before and I sure as hell don’t want to know him now,” Mac reached for Harm’s hand. “I went to see Eddie’s grave.”
“How was it?” Harm asked and squeezed her hand.
“I’m glad I did it. I met his mom, and we talked. It was good,” Mac said. How’s Matthew?”
“Having the time of his life with your uncle,” Harm said with a smile.
“I’m glad,” Mac said just as Jill came with the menus. “The kitchen is fine, so I can take a break.”
Mac and Harm decided what to eat and ordered, then Jill sat down with them. “I’m so glad you stopped by. I have something for you actually. Your Dad stopped by our house the day he sold your old house. He brought a box, and he wanted me to keep it in case you came back. I stored it at Mom’s house and forgot all about it until I helped Mom clean the attic and I literally stumbled over it.”
Mac was surprised. “What’s in the box?”
“I have no idea, but I figure it’s your stuff. Anyway, I have it at home to give to your uncle, but now that you’re here you can have it yourself,” Jill said.
“Thank you,” Mac said.
“Just stop by my house when you leave here. It should be easy for you to find. It’s the one next door to your old house. My husband is working from home today since our toddler has the flu, I’ll call him and let him know that you’ll drop by to get the box. It’s really a great neighborhood now. Nothing like the run down street we used to live in. My Dad finally sold his house too, and a nice family bought it. He’s in the nursing home finally,” Jill smiled. “I’m sorry, I’m rambling on.”
“It’s fine,” Mac reassured. “Do you and your Dad have any contact?
“A little, as long as he stays sober. He’s got Alzheimer’s now, so he doesn’t know me anymore,” Jill explained.
“I’ sorry,” Mac said.
“Yeah,” Jill smiled. “But enough about me. How have you been? I haven’t seen you since I was eight, but I know you are a Marine like your Uncle Matt.”
“I am. I’m with JAG in Washington. I’m on the Judiciary,” Mac explained.
“I knew that, because I followed a trial you were judging. My Mom’s obsessed with Trial TV,” Jill explained. “You have kids right?”
“We have four.” Mac told her about the children, they talked about Jill’s children and time flew by. They said their goodbyes and Harm and Mac went to get the box from Jill’s house. Mac didn’t recognize her old street, and her old house looked great, nothing like the way it was while she lived there.
Back at Uncle Matt’s house Mac opened the box and found memories from when she was young. She was surprised that her father had bothered to save it for her, but she was grateful.
“You were a cute little thing,” Harm teased as he held up a picture of Mac as a toddler.
“I can’t believe he saved it for me,” Mac said with a smile.
“Your Dad loved you, Mac. Deep down, despite that he couldn’t show it,” Harm said and pulled her close.
Mac nodded against his shoulder. “I know.”
Harm released her and put the picture back in the box. “So, what would you like to do now?”
Mac smiled. “Well, Matthew and Uncle Matt is out exploring, so we have the house to ourselves,” she said as she took his hand and moved closer to him. “Have I thanked you for being there for me?”
Harm kissed her sweetly. “You don’t have to thank me, it’s what I agreed on when we got married. It was in the vows,” Harm said sweetly as he pulled her close to him.
“I love you so much, Harmon,” Mac whispered against his mouth.
Harm deepened the kiss. He felt Mac move them over to the bed and he willingly followed her move. A while later he pulled her close as they snuggled in bed. “Wow!” he said breathlessly.
Mac laughed softly. “I’ll never get tired of doing that with you.” She moved over him and put her nose close to his.
“Never,” he agreed as he kissed her softly. “We actually have an anniversary coming up. Ten years.”
“We should celebrate,” she said teasingly. “Most people gave us a year when we first got married.”
“I thought it was more like six months?” Harm said with laughter. “They didn’t have much fate in us.”
“Well, who could blame them?” Mac said sweetly. “We had danced around for nine years before you seduced me in your apartment.”
“What? I seduced you?” he said with surprise. “You showed up at my place remember?”
“I’ve always wondered about that,” Mac admitted.
“Wondered about what?” Harm asked.
“If I hadn’t come to you, would you have told me that you loved me?” Mac asked.
“Of course I would have,” Harm said and sat up. “Have you been having doubts about us, Mac?”
“No, I haven’t. I knew you meant what you said in your apartment. I never doubted that you loved me. You were the one with doubts, remember?” Mac asked as she took his hand and kissed it. “About me leaving the Corps.”
“Well, you proved me wrong,” Harm said with a sweet smile. “So you thing ten years with me have been worth it?”
Mac smiled. “Definitely. I have everything I’ve ever wanted. Sometimes I think about what it would be like if we went our separate ways. Or if I had married Mic.”
“It’s a scary thought,” Harm said with horror.
Mac laughed softly. “You could have ended up with the video princess.”
“That’s an even scarier thought,” Harm said with a shudder.
“I think it all worked out in the end,” Mac said.
Harm leaned in and kissed her softly. “It’s been the best ten years of my life, and that includes the time when I was part of a squadron.”
“Wow, that’s the sweetest thing you have ever said to me,” Mac said lovingly.
“I love you,” Harm said and kissed her again.
“I love you too,” Mac said.

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[> Worth the waiting !! :) Thank you Lace, good bedtime story... :) -- Laurence, 18:02:20 08/26/16 Fri [1]


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[> Lace, I really enjoyed that. Such a lovely story, beautifully told. -- EmmaJade, 22:03:37 08/26/16 Fri [1]


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[> Always searching for a 'Rabb' story, so glad I stopped by ! Thank you Lace, this was a really nice continuance to your story..didn't see 'the end', so maybe more? Even after all this time JAG lives on! -- JoyZ, 09:13:26 08/28/16 Sun [1]


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[> So happy you posted more of this wonderful story! Thanks. -- FJN, 10:59:20 08/30/16 Tue [1]


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[> Where can we find the rest of the story? -- KAB, 00:37:23 09/01/16 Thu [1]

Only see parts 14-16, where can we find the rest of the story?? I would love to read it all


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[> [> They are all here. Family time is the first, on page four o this board. -- Lace, 14:04:08 09/01/16 Thu [1]

Part two: Vacation
Part three:In sickness
Four:Keeping the ship floating
Five:Weekend away
Six:Stepping down
Seven:Dealing with retirement
Eight:Some things never change
Nine:Troubled
Ten: Pondering the road not taken
Eleven: Wekend at the farm and Wekend at the farm part two
Twelve: Working it out
Thirteen: Looking back and Looking back part two
Then there's part 14 and 15 with no title
Sixteen: Saying goodbye


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