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Date Posted: 13:44:21 12/05/13 Thu
Author: mj
Subject: Light of My Heart, cont'd

Mac’s Apartment
Christmas Day, 2004
Saturday, 0638

Mac was having the most amazing dream. She was dressed like a princess, in a pink puffy-sleeved satin gown with her hair up, Audrey Hepurn-style and she was in her most favorite place on earth -- Joe’s Diner in Georgetown! Harm was there, too – except he was dressed in his Mess Dress – she giggled – he looked like a Nutcracker! He was sitting across from her in her favorite booth by the window and his cheeks were painted with big red circles. As usual, he was trying his utmost to talk some ‘Harm-sense’ into her, which, as usual, sounded, to her, like ‘squid-jibberish’!

Dream Sequence

Nutcracker Harm, pointing a finger at Princess Mac, “This is all your fault, ya know! If we’re late for the ball, don’t say I didn’t tell ya so! You’re gonna end up with a roomful of scampering rats and I’ll never get to become your handsome Prince. Is that what you want, beautiful Princess Mac?!“

Princess Mac, “Relax, Nutcracker. Beautiful princesses get hungry, too!! C’mon, dig in – ooh – look at these pancakes – aren’t they just precious – Joe decorated them like little nutrackers with strawberries and blueberries and whipped cream – hmmmnnn – so yummy (as she popped a huge morsel into her luscious mouth). And this cheese omelet – oh yes --- just the way I like it! And these biscuits and butter rolls and jam – oh my!” Now pointing to Nutcracker Harm. “You don’t know what you’re missing, my friend! And what’s with the big red circles on your face?!”

Nutcracker Harm, seriously looking into Princess Mac’s beautiful big honey eyes, “I know I’d be missing out on you – the many circles you’ve been part of. It’s a good way to measure time.”

Princess Mac stopped her chewing to look lovingly at Nutcracker Harm. There was something *so* precious about him, too!

Joe now comes up to Princess Mac, “More bacon, ma’am?”

Princess Mac with a huge smile and giggle, “Oh, yes, please – bacon, hmnnnnn!”

End of dream


Mac suddenly opened her eyes, smiling and giggling, and smelling the delectable scent of….’BACON!’

Harm walked in with a huge smile on his face, carrying a tray of hot coffee, fresh-squeezed oj, a tomato-cheese omelet, fresh-baked biscuits and butter rolls with butter and jam AND his strawberry Santa pancakes made with fresh strawberries and lashings of whipped cream AND bacon!!! He made her bacon!

Harm, “Merry Christmas, Mac! I’m so happy to see you smiling and *hungry*! In fact, you’re starting to look more like yourself – the swelling has gone completely down and the cuts are healing nicely. I do believe my beautiful Princess Mac is most definitely on the mend!”

Mac jumped back, “What did you call me?!”

Harm, red-faced, needed to back-pedal a bit. This was possibly too much, too soon. He looked down as he shyly murmured, “Oh, sorry, Mac – just a figure of speech – you know – Christmas, the Nutracker, the Princess, and all that. Please, eat – before it gets cold.”

Mac, shyly back,and somewhat 'spooked', nevertheless, looked at the tray in awe, “This is wonderful, Harm. I can’t believe you made me bacon (as she started to giggle, again).That was absolutely (now looking into his eyes) – precious – of you.”

Harm, looking into her eyes, “Well, you’re – precious—to me, dear friend” Now, he got perky to lighten the mood as he reached for the napkin to spread it out across her lap. “C’mon, dig in! You don’t know what you’re missing! Let me go and get my tray with Santa pancakes and coffee and I’ll come in to join you. And after we finish our world-famous Rabb Christmas breakfast, we can get to the NEXT good part of Christmas day!”

Mac, chewing happily, while looking ravenously at all the delicious food, gobbled out, “Oh yeah – what’s that?”

Harm, sauntering in with his tray of food, “Why – PRESENTS – my precious princess -- opening our presents under the Christmas tree on Christmas morn! You know, the *fun* stuff!” Harm smiled, as he popped a strawberry into his mouth.

Mac, wide-eyed, but ironically smiling, “Christmas tree? What Christmas tree?!”

Harm, looking mockingly surprised back at her, “Hey, remember what we talked about last night? ‘Enjoy the miracle’ and all that?” He then concentrated on finishing the rest of his food, allowing Mac to do the same. Perhaps it would give her a chance, too, to cogitate on his question.

They ate in companionable, reflective silence for a few minutes.

Harm looked up, with raised eyebrows, pleased that she cleaned her plate and shyly asked, “All finished?”

Mac, as she popped the last strawberry into her mouth, “All finished *now*. That was delicious, sailor – thank you!”

Harm, animatedly getting up and lifting both trays, blurted out like a little kid, “I’ll bring these away while you go and wash up. We still have one more VERY IMPORTANT thing left to do before we open our presents, Mac!”

Mac, carefully rising from her bed and shaking her head, while chortling out, “Ya know, this is the first time I can genuinely picture what you might have been like as a little four year-old on Christmas Day! You crack me up, ya know that?!”

Harm, loading the dishwasher in the kitchen, “I heard that!”

But, he mused to himself , ‘Exactly’! The Nutcracker magic is working after all -- cracking up my little stubborn Marine nut!’

And *she* was *right*! The last time he was this excited about Christmas Day was when he *was* four years old – before that fateful Christmas Eve a year later.

The Christmas miracles, indeed, just kept coming full circle, all way round.

Mac slowly padded out into the hall and stopped in her tracks when she looked up.

She breathed in, “Huhh, what…who…when…when did you do all this?! How can this be?”

Harm grinned cheekily, “Magic, Mackenzie! Pure Christmas magic! And lots and lots of blessings to be thankful for! Speaking of which….” He padded over to the coffee table and picked up the Christmas angel, “Would you do me the honor of placing this beautiful angel on top of the tree?” And as he reverently handed her the angel, he gently picked her up, careful of her injuries, to bring her high enough to top the tree.

As he brought her down, they both felt the incandescent spark, from the friction of their bodies pressing ever so slightly together.

They both blushed.

He was desperate to kiss her, but it was still too soon. He wouldn’t be able to stop at just a kiss and she was still so fragile.

She was desperate to kiss him, but she wasn’t supposed to be feeling like this. He was just her ‘friend’.

Mac hesitated and edged back and spoke before they could get to each other’s lips, “Harm, no one’s ever done anything like this for me before! This is turning out to be my best Christmas ever!” And she reached out and hugged him with as much strength as she could manage for the time being, “You really are the most amazing best friend in the whole wide world!” She let go and perkily squealed, as she rubbed her hands together, looking down under the tree “Now, didn’t somebody say something about opening presents?!”

TBC

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[> So so beautyfull can't wait for more, please -- Alex, 15:48:54 12/05/13 Thu [1]


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[> What a wonderful Christmas you have created. -- Beth, 16:46:10 12/05/13 Thu [1]


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[> Progressing very nicely, sweet story. -- JoyZ, 23:16:13 12/05/13 Thu [1]


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[> Please update soon. I remember this story! -- Shazam, 23:47:31 12/05/13 Thu [1]


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[> Light of My Heart, cont'd -- mj, 05:35:04 12/06/13 Fri [1]

Harm laughed. He actually truly enjoyed the sight of Mac looking like an ecstatic four year old, *herself*, on Christmas morning. He became wistful and felt privileged to be the first person to make this happen for her – ever.

Harm, grabbing a small box, first and handing it to Mac, while saying, “You know, it IS good to see you smiling again!”

Mac shyly looked down and unwrapped her gift, “Ah, now how did Santa know my favorite perfume was almost finished!” She laughed, “Thank you, Santa!”

“Now, you!”, as she excitedly handed him a large box.

Harm, “Moi? Hmnn – it’s slightly bigger than a bread box….wow! Mac, this is fantastic!” as he unwrapped the most exquisite cashmere camel v-neck sweater he had ever seen. This was something he would drool over to buy for himself, but would never dare as it would be too expensive and self-indulgent. “Mac, no woman has EVER gotten a present for me SO right – not even my mom!” He tried it on immediately and it fit him perfectly. He was astonished! “I *love* it – thank you!” And he reached over and gave her a peck on her lips. He lingered before sitting back, just a quick second, to take in her soft, sensual scent.

Uh-oh, the sparks again! Whatever just happened, made Mac feel *feelings* she wasn't supposed to be *feeling*! She quickly picked up his next smaller package – more as a distraction. She was also anxious to give it to him and see his reaction.

Mac, handing him the small box, “Here, your turn again – this is really a bit of a fun gift – you know – for a fun fly-boy kind of guy!”

Harm, smirking, “Very funny, ninja girl!”, as he stuck out his tongue. “Oh, Mac – this is great – in fact, it’s *perfect*!” as he held up a dashing, quite well-made sequined red bow tie.

Mac, laughing, and then she started rambling “Yeah – I figured you would NEVER buy yourself something like this and it actually might come in handy for the holidays every year AND it matched your corvette -- not just for the color, but it’s all shiny and flashy and looks like it oozes with that jet jock charm of yours – the ladies (she exaggerated as she said this) will love it!!” She reached around and tied it around his neck. Harm was in agony for the moments she was a breath away from him.

Mac stood back and admired her handiwork. ‘Good Lord’, she thought, ‘He looked like the next Chippendale calendar cover!’

She was nervous as she kept recalling his words -- he was her ‘friend’, her ‘friend’, her ‘friend’ – she had to keep the conversation as such. She put her hand on her hip, as she remarked, with arched brow, “Very impressive!”

Harm sobered up a bit as he reached for a big box to hand to her, as he said, “Actually, there’s only one lady I’m out to impress these days….” But his phone rang before he could finish his sentence and before Mac opened up her box. He picked it up, thinking it could be Mattie.

But it wasn’t.

Harm, to the phone, “Oh, hi there. Merry Christmas to you, too. Yes, I did get it, Alicia. I was planning on popping the response in the mail first thing tomorrow. Sorry, I’m always a bit late with stuff like this! But, while I have you here – please make a note that I WILL be bringing a guest – I indicated a *maybe* on the invitation response, but I'd like to change it to a definite *yes*. Yes, yes, ok – looking forward to seeing you, too. Bye!”

Mac had already gotten up and was fiddling in the kitchen.

Harm walked to the kitchen. “Shall I make us some hot chocolate?”

Mac, quietly, “No. no, I’m okay. I was just taking my pain medication and I think I’ll go have a quick shower and get dressed. I can’t stay in these hospital scrubs, forever!”
Harm, softly taking her good arm as she walked by”, Mac, that was Alicia Montes.”

Mac looked back at him with a completely indifferent, relaxed expression, revealing none of the disappointment whatsoever, that she was feeling, “Yes, I gathered that. Hope she’s having a wonderful Christmas. Sounds like she's really looking forward to being with over the holidays”

Harm, a bit puzzled by Mac’s remark, started to ramble himself, “She invited me to this big swanky New Year’s Eve ball for next Friday night. It's for charity. She's co-hosting it or something like that. Supposedly, all of the Washington 'elite' will be there. I know I didn’t even ask you yet, but I was hoping you would be my guest – my – ah – date for the evening. I already indicated that you would be joining.” He got nervous, now. “I know it was really presumptuous of me to answer on your behalf, but I …I took the chance that you’d come – that you might even like it – like getting all dressed up on New Year’s Eve and having something like this to go to. I mean, it’s not really *my thing* at all, but if you came with me, I thought it would be *fun* -- the two of us – all dressed up and somewhere to go!”

Mac, laughing sardonically, “Oh, yeah with me, looking like this!” Now, she spoke angrily to him, “And you’re damn right – you *were* being presumptuous – you *should* have asked me first!”

Harm, angrily back. “And you would have said ‘no’! You were right last night – you *have* been pushing me away! I thought this would be a great way to break the *ice* a bit with you – to help us start out the new year together! Even if there’ll be a gazillion people around us – we’d still start the year, at least, together. I thought it was a great plan! And by New Year’s Eve, you’ll be looking as great as ever. Look, the swelling is completely already down on your face and it looks like you’re moving your wrist a whole lot better today already. And who cares, anyway! It’ll make for great conversation – how you survived this horrendous crash and can still look better than most of the bores there! Mac, we have so much fun together at these things – please say you’ll come with me”

Mac, feeling sheepish now, “No, you’re right. I am already feeling better and I’m sorry. I know you meant well and I appreciate the gesture. I really do, but I still don’t know….”

Harm’s phone rang again. This time it *was* Mattie.

Harm, cheerily to Mattie, but still motioning to Mac that their conversation was not finished yet, “Hey, Mats, Merry Christmas to you, too and to Tom.” Mac motioned to Harm to wish them Merry Christmas from her. “Oh, and Merry Christmas to you and your Dad from Mac! Yeah, that’s where I am. Mac was in a pretty bad accident ….no…no – she’s fine –minor injuries…thank God….yeah…I know….a Christmas miracle! Soooo, kiddo, I AM coming, but not till tomorrow or so.”

Mac opened her eyes WIDE, as she said loudly, “No – you’re going *today*, sailor. NOW I remember why I’m covering until New Year’s Eve. You’re supposed to be in Blacksburg with Mattie and Tom!”

Harm talked into the phone, “Mattie, let me call you right back. No, everything’s ok – I’ll call you back!”

TBC


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[> Oh, no. Will they ever get things right between them? -- carramor still enjoying the story......., 22:48:27 12/07/13 Sat [1]


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