AUTHOR'S NOTES: I would like to thank you all for sticking with this fic, even though it took a few days for some new parts to be posted. It was a first for me: writing new chaps for an already finished and being posted fic. Won't be doing that again. Nonetheless, it was an amazing journey for me and I wouldn't trade it for the world.

Jeff: I agree that your son should definitely have priority.

A big, unfortunately imaginary, christmas cookie to Syrae for correctly guessing and noticing the side plot with Sandra and John. The whole thing from Sandra being pregnant from their time in the storage closet forth. And for correctly guessing where Loren's ring come from. No-one else noticed that little flag that I put in.

I thought I would have another short fic finished by today and start posting it, since it's an X-mas fic, but no dice.

So, I'm leaving you with this and wishing you a MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Cheggwidden came out of his office at the cheering and clapping and observed the scene.

Finally he had had enough and said. "Okay, people, get back to work. Congratulations, you two. Rabb and Si... Rabb?... follow me so we can discuss those arrangements." he turned and entered his office, almost being run over by the green-looking Seaman Sandra Waters, as she raced towards the bathrooms. He intercepted John Waters and told him that they were to meet him next, to take care of the arrangements, necessary to keep them both in the office. Then the happy husband and father-to-be was allowed to continue his race to the bathroom to assist his beautiful, pregnant wife.

Harm and Loren were meanwhile being personally congratulated by Mac, Bud, Harriet, Sturgis and a few other members on their way to his office.

They stopped before his door and turned to each other. "Ready?" asked Harm.

"Ready." said Loren and took his hand, squeezing it gently.

He squeezed her hand gently in return and they entered the Admiral's lair.

30 YEARS LATER

Retired Admirals Harmon and Loren Rabb looked around the assembly, their eyes glowing with happiness.

It was their 30th wedding anniversary and they were even more in love now than they were back then, when they'd discovered only after a few days of marriage that they were each other's definite soulmates, truly having been made for each other.

After all these years Harm believed, more than ever before, that his idea of mentoring Loren was one of the best he had in his life. He knew that he would've made a terrible mistake had he not moved on with his life and continued pining for Mac. Nothing would ever have come out of that for him but pain, loneliness, misery and a broken heart. Mac had never been his soulmate and it took having his heart broken by her for him to finally find the one woman he was born to be with, his true soulmate. If alternate realities existed Harm was certain that, if they both did everything correctly, he and Loren were together in every single one of them. Even if they were not in the military and had completely different professions.

Like, say, being actors, for example.

Now he and the love of his lives looked around, seeing their children and grandchildren, their former co-workers, with the exception of Admiral Cheggwidden, who had passed away from natural causes 20 years ago, and they embraced each other with happiness.

They turned to each other and kissed gently, their love and passion still as strong as 29 years ago when it resulted in them creating the first of their three children.

In a storage closet at JAG. Later on they'd heard that many couples got pregnant in there, something to do with energy and waves and so on. Soon the storage closet became used primarily by couples who wanted to get pregnant and it worked every time. The brass never found out anything about it and former users of the room, who later became the brass, never did anything about it.

Their other two children were conceived in even more strange places, like the front seat of an F-14, when Harm and Loren engaged in a serious and in-depth study of the theory about the plane not having enough space (Keeter's claim and dare) and in their private stateroom's shower on an aircraft carrier where they were sent to investigate cases of smuggling. Being married and it being obvious in the rings and same last name gave them a lot of perks, like fully-allowed hot-bunking.

They were interrupted in their moment of bliss by 2 exasperated voices.

"Mom!" "Dad!" was heard from their children, who complained at their parents' behaviour.

"I mean, gross, seeing your parents make out." said their youngest one, Nanci, who looked like a younger clone of her mother.

"Yeah," chimed in her older brother, David. "You would think they would be over it by now."

"Oh, baby sister." said the oldest, Harmon III. as he draped his arm around his sister's shoulders playfully. "You'll understand it when you finally find 'the one', get married and have kids. It's called true love."

Nanci wrinkled her nose in a cute gesture, that was also passed down to her from her mother, and looked at their parents. She had to admit.

It really was true love.

THE END