Title: Falling Fast

Author: Carrie

Pairing/Classification: Harm/Mac Romance

Rating: GS

Summary: Fluff once more. Harm’s POV as he watches Mac.

Disclaimer: Not mine. Mistakes are, sorry

2100 Zulu

Rabb Residence

San Diego, California

What time is it? I check my watch and groan. It’s past eight. We’ve made a deal that if it’s past eight when one of us comes home that means whoever comes home late has to cook dinner the next day. I really don’t feel like cooking today or any other day.

Right now I just want to go to bed.

I stumble out of the car and up the steps to our beach house. I love this house. It’s so secluded from everything and it situated right on the coast. The Pacific Ocean is our backyard and no one else knows about it.

My feet go numb when I kick off my white shoes, not bothering to see where they end up. Hey if the dog gets them, fine by me. I’ve got a hundred pairs.

I walk through the living room and towards the kitchen, following the sound of humming. Huh? Humming? She doesn’t hum unless…

Our kitchen is in the back of the house and there’s a separate entryway to it. I lean against the wall, peeking my head around the corner to watch them.

She’s in the process of doing the dishes and is humming to the bouncing creature in the chair on the counter next to her.

Her hair is pulled back in a messy ponytail and she has a bandana around her hair. Instead of the glamorous attire I know she’d love to wear, she’s got on a pair of stained capris and one of my old white button down shirts. The shirt sleeves are rolled up and it’s stained with paint, food, grease, and God knows what else that wouldn’t come out after each wash.

Right now it’s splattered with baby food and soapsuds from the dishes she’s washing. Oblivious to my presence she starts to sway her hips while she hums, then does a spin, making the baby laugh.

I grin widely, loving her more every second. When did I fall for this woman?

Was it when she held a gun to my face? Or when she pulled me onto that helicopter? Was it when I realized I’d like to have a baby with her? Or perhaps it was when I saw another man’s ring on her finger? Could it have been when she took me in, harboring a fugitive? Or followed me to Russia?

I can’t quite pin it down, but all I know is that I fell fast. One day she was just my partner and friend. The next she was the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

“I wonder when Daddy’s going to be back?” she asks, looking over at the baby. He blinks at her, wiggling his feet. “Is that why you’re up so late? You want him to kiss you good night? That’s why Mommy isn’t going to sleep.”

I think I just fell even more in love with her. It happens everyday. She says something or does something that makes me fall even faster.

She lifts a pan and studies it for a moment before soaping it up. Her hair falls in her face, obscuring her view of the pan. Impatiently, she runs her fingers through it, tossing the hair back. Now the hair is streaked with soap.

Slowly, I move into the kitchen, wrapping my arms around her waist. She sinks back into me, her hands going to mine.

It’s no surprise she melts right into my body, everything linking like puzzle pieces that have finally found each other once more. I rest my chin atop her head, feeling her breath quicken ever so slightly.

My touch must really get to her. It seems every time I’m touching her, her heart rate increases or I can feel the pulse thump against her wrist, rapidly beating.

“You’re home late,” she breathes. “You get to cook tomorrow.”

Leave it to her to remember. “I know,” I whisper, kissing my way from her ear to her collarbone. “Busy day at work.”

“Mmmm….,” she mumbles, wrapping her hand around my neck, pulling my lips to hers. Her neck is in an impossibly bent position, but I know she doesn’t care. I’ve done the same to her and believe me, when you’re this much in love with someone, you don’t feel any pain when you’re together.

A gurgle separates us. We both turn to our audience, smiling at him. He’s grinning, two teeth showing. He huffs and puffs, bouncing with all his weight in the chair, trying to get to both of us.

“I love you,” Mac coos, tickling his fat tummy. He giggles and reaches arms out, gurgling some more.

I lean forward and lift him into my arms, then turn to my wife. Her eyes are big, her smile wide. “I love you,” I whisper, still staring into the beautiful pools of brown.

She seems taken aback, and then smiles again. “I know.”

Still smiling, I continue to watch her. When did I fall for this woman?

I honestly couldn’t tell you, because I fell so fast it seems like I’ve been living my entire life loving her.

THE END