I think it's hilarious that everyone already know's that this story is an HM... I never even mentioned Margaret's name in the first chapter. But I guess I do a have a reputation for writting strictly HM, lol. Enjoy!
Major-Baby
"Can I have this dance?" She gasped as she recognized the aged face before her.
"May I," she corrected him.
Hawkeye grinned and nodded. "Of course you can." He held out his hand and she hesitantly accepted it, and he led her towards the dance floor.
"I don't dance any more, Hawkeye." She pleaded, trying to guide him away from the crowd. Hawkeye shook his head and smiled.
"Come on, Margaret, dancing is like riding a bike, you never forget how." He wrapped an arm around her waist and gently began to dance around the floor.
She looked up at him in amazement. "You haven't changed a bit." Hawkeye grinned and moved his hand down just a bit lower.
"Of course I haven't." Margaret laughed and swatted at his arm, Hawkeye obediently moved it upward again.
"So what are you doing here?" He asked quietly. Margaret smiled and sighed.
"The bride is my granddaughter." She stated, with a melancholy smile.
Hawkeye nodded, although he was somewhat confused. "Oh, so you're a widow?"
Margaret rolled her eyes and snorted. "Hardly," she looked up at Hawkeye who was beginning to understand. "I never remarried after Donald. We actually almost remarried after the war, but then I got pregnant and…" She trailed off and shrugged as Hawkeye smiled somewhat satisfactorily, he wasn't sure why, but the news pleased him immensely.
"What about you?" she asked.
Hawkeye took a deep breath and then sighed. "No, I never met anyone after Korea." Margaret chuckled to herself.
"Are you saying that there was someone during the war?" she asked mischievously. She had been joking but she was surprised when Hawkeye nodded.
"Yeah, there was someone during Korea." Margaret could tell he didn't feel like talking about it so she let the matter drop.
"I did have the occasional dates…" he grinned and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "One of those dates was the best thing that ever happened to me."
Margaret smiled and rolled her eyes, waiting for him to explain. "I was only with her for the one night, but nine months later she left a week old baby boy at my clinic."
Margaret smiled broadly. "So you have a son?" Hawkeye nodded happily. "I'd like to meet him."
Hawkeye pulled her a bit closer and breathed in the smell of her hair. "I'll introduce you when I'm done with you."
Margaret laughed softly and looked up at her old friend, and occasional lover.
"I can't believe we didn't stay in touch." She said softly. Hawkeye mumbled a response and pulled her head onto his shoulder, kissing the top of her head.
"Let's just dance."
"Aunt Laura," Jason greeted happily. Laura Pierce stood up and hugged the young groom.
"Congratulations, Jason." Laura smiled and Emily, her second cousin's new wife, and moved to give her a small hug.
"Did you see that Uncle Ben is harassing the single women already?" Jason teased directing her question towards Danny.
BJ laughed and Danny stood up in annoyance, scanning the crown for his father.
"He's dancing in the corner, with my grandmother." Emily announced. "But she doesn't seem to mind very much." She looked directly at Danny and smiled. "Your father is very lucky that she didn't rip him to shreds for even requesting a dance."
Danny laughed and shook his head "A real Irish temper?" he teased as the young girl nodded.
BJ's curiosity got the better of him and he stood up, his eyes looking towards the back of the room. He spotted his friend, holding an older woman close. He frowned, there was something so familiar about the pair, and he squinted trying to get a better look.
"Good god," he breathed. Danny and Laura looked at the older man worriedly.
"What's wrong?"
A large grin crept over BJ's face and he began to laugh. "I can't believe it," he muttered, shaking his head. "It's Margaret."
Emily looked at the older man in surprise. "That's right; do you know her?"
BJ chuckled and shook his head. "Know her? Yeah, I spent two years of my life within fifteen feet of her."
Danny laughed in surprise. "You mean while you were in Korea?" BJ nodded but Emily shook her head in confusion.
"Sorry sir, but I think you're wrong. My grandmother was never in Korea."
BJ only smiled and shook his head as he reached for Hawkeye's jacket. He reached into a pocket and pulled out and old leather wallet. He extracted three pictures that looked as if they had been folded hundreds of times.
"Take a look at these," BJ handed the photos to Emily and she shook her head in disbelief. The woman in all three pictures was obviously hers grandmother. The first picture was a large group of people all in army uniforms. The second was a picture of a curly-haired man, his arms wrapped tightly around Margaret's waist. She was trying her hardest to push him away as he leaned in for a kiss. Jason looked at the third photo and smiled. It was her grandmother standing close to a man who Emily recognized as her husband's "Uncle Ben".
"So, she's never been to Korea?" BJ asked; a grin still pasted on his face. Emily shook her head in disbelief as he handed back the photos.
"I can't believe it; she's never said anything about being in the army."
The conversation was interrupted by Caren's shocked squeal. "Mommy, look! Grandpa's kissing that lady!"
All five adults whipped their heads back to where they had last seen the couple dancing, and sure enough, the two had stopped dancing and had their arms wrapped tightly around each other.