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| Harm and Mac were just finishing up the dishes when there was a knock at the door. Harm opened it to find a very distraught looking Bud standing there. AJ was sleeping in his arms. "Bud, are you all right?" Harm asked. Bud looked ready to drop his son, so Harm took him. "I'll just lay him in my bed." Mac set her towel down and walked over to Bud. He had yet to say anything. "Bud, is Harriet all right?" He shook his head as if to clear it. "She's fine, Ma'am," he replied. "Then what is it?" Bud glanced at the floor, then over at Harm, who had returned from his room. He suddenly felt this growing rage of jealousy, and ran at Harm. Mac watched as he plowed into him. "Bud!" she cried. Harm wasn't ready for him and was slammed to the floor. Bud was about to strike him when he came to his senses. "What am I doing? Sir, I--" "What the hell was that about?" Mac exclaimed, going over to help Harm. "You okay there, Flyboy?" Harm nodded, catching his breath. He looked up at Bud, waiting for a reply. "I spoke with Lydia." Mac sighed. That woman was going to need a good ass kicking. "What did she say, Bud?" Bud told them word for word what she had said to him. They now understood why he was acting the way he was. "I'm sorry, Bud," Harm said, at a loss for words. "No, Sir, I am. I shouldn't have let me emotions run away with me, it's just that..." "You're wondering if any of it's true," Mac finished for him. Bud nodded. "You have nothing to worry about. You are a great father and a wonderful husband. Harriet tells us that every day!" "She's right, Bud," Harm added. "We see it in little AJ's eyes when you walk into a room." Bud sighed. He normally didn't feel this way about himself, but some of the things Lydia said... "Damn that woman!" Bud growled. Harm and Mac both took a step back. They never heard Bud curse before. "Have you told Harriet what she said?" Harm asked. "No," Bud replied. "I didn't have to. Lydia filled her in on it already." Mac heard her cell phone ringing and went to answer it, leaving Harm to deal with Bud. "Why don't you go back to the hospital and talk with your wife. We can keep an eye on AJ." "Sir, I'm almost afraid of what she'll say!" "Don't worry about that," Mac said, disconnecting her phone. "We're all going to see Harriet." "Um, Sir, can I use your restroom?" Harm nodded. Bud muttered a 'thank you' and rushed to the other room. Harm sat down, wincing. "Are you all right?" Mac asked in concern. "Don't ever get Bud pissed off," he said, putting a hand to the back of his head. It came away with blood on it. Mac gasped and grabbed the hand towel. "Put this on it, Harm," she said, going for some ice. "It's not that bad, Mac." He stood up unsteadily as Mac made her way to him. "Will you quite being so macho and sit down! I'm not going to carry you to the car when you pass out." "I'm not going to pass out!" "What's going on?" Bud asked, holding little AJ. He was still asleep. "Harm is--" He glared at Mac and cut her off. He didn't want Bud to know what happened. "Ready to go." |
