"Harmon!" Trish yelled as Harmon came down off the Tico.
"Dada!!" Harm screamed.
"Hey sweetheart." Harmon enveloped his wife and son in a hug. "I missed you two."
"Dada!"
"Hey son. You haven't been giving your mother a hard time have you?"
Harm grinned. "I good."
"That's a matter of opinion..." Trish sighed.
"Why Harmon Rabb Jr.. Certainly you haven't been hard to deal with..." Harmon snickered.
Trish rolled her eyes.
"Like father, like son."
"Of course." She answered.
"Let's go home. I have to catch up on playing with my little sailor."
"Horsey!"
"Okay, we'll play horsey."
"Now!"
"Harm, daddy is tired." Trish said to her son.
"No, now."
"It's okay babe. I'm happy to be back and a little time with ones son never killed anyone."
He took his son from his wife and put him on his shoulders.
"Rabb! Wait up." Tom Boone yelled. He caught up. "Let me see Junior. He's grown so much in 6 months."
"Harm, this is a friend of Daddy's. Do you remember him?"
"No." Harm stated.
"This is Tom Boone, Harm."
"Hiii." He babbled.
"How old are you, Harm?" Tom asked.
"I donno."
"Yes you do. You're 2 now."
"I 2 now!"
"Harm, Tom is who sent you that firetruck for your birthday." Trish said with a smile.
"Fiwetwuck!! Wed twuck!!"
"That's right." Tom smiled. "Do you like it?"
"He loves it. Half the paint is gone because he chews on it so much."
"I'm glad. Well Rabb, I'll let you take your family home. See you later."
"Bye Tom." Harmon said. "Let's go home."
Harmon put Harm in his car seat before getting into the drivers seat.
"Harmon, please remember that this is a car, not a plane."
"I'll try." He grinned.
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Half an hour later they arrived to their small house right off base.
Harmon took a sleeping Harm out of his carseat and to his room, gently laying him down in his crib.
"He's an angel when he sleeps." Trish said as she put her arms around Harm's waist. "That changes after he wakes up though."
"I look forward to chasing him around for a few days. It's better than chasing Russians in F-4's."
He hugged his wife tight and kissed the top of her head.
"I love you, Harmon."
"I love you too, sweetheart. So much." He took her hand and led her into their bedroom.
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"I've missed you." Trish said. She layed her head on his chest.
"I've missed you, too. Looking at pilots all day isn't an ideal way to live life."
"Sounds good to me." Trish laughed.
"You know, I'm the only one in my squadron who's married. All the guys think I'm crazy for not going to get a
girl at our port calls. They don't see how I could love one person so much.
I tell them they won't understand until it happens to them."
"I'm glad you don't have a women in every port."
"I've got all women I need right here." He rubbed circles on her back.
Just then Harm started crying. "I'll go get him." Harmon said. He put his boxers on and went into Harm's room.
"You have really bad timing sailor. Your mother and I were having a conversation."
Harm's response was to snuggle into Harmon's neck.
"Trish, get dressed. I'm taking you and Harm out to dinner. I haven't tasted decent food in 11 months."
"You've only been gone for 6."
"What's your point? My momma hasn't been here in 11."
"Are you saying my cooking isn't decent?" She smiled.
"Honey, I'd get better food in the galley dumpster..."
"So cooking isn't my gift. Your son seems to be eating okay though."
"He's never had any different."
"Thanks for the compliment..."
"The truth, sweetheart, the truth."
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"What do you want to eat, Harm?" Harmon asked.
"Chicken."
"Okay. Do you want corn with it?"
"No. Chicken!"
"Chicken and corn it is then..."
The waitress came to take their orders. "The kid will have chicken, corn and green beans with milk to drink.
I'll have a steak and baked potato with coffee. What about you, darling?"
"I'll have a caesar salad with water."
"I'll be back with that in about 10 minutes."
"You're only having a salad?" Harmon asked.
"Yeah. I've had a craving for salad lately."
"Alright. If that's all you want."
"I'll get some pie for dessert."
"That's my girl." He gave his flyboy grin. When Harm saw his father smiling, he grinned too.
"How on earth did I manage to get 2 men with those flyboy smiles??"
"You got blessed."
"Yeah. I did, didn't I?"