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She was standing on the front porch of a small house in the quaint town of Crabapple Cove, and even after two cab rides, a plane ride and a bus ride she could not bring herself to knock on the door. The gentle breeze messed with her hair, and the early October coolness made her shiver slightly. Finally she was able to corral all of the willpower she possessed and knocked on the door. Just a few heartbeats passed until the door swung open and she was again face to face with Hawkeye Pierce.

"Margaret! I was just thinking about you!" They embraced in a hug, although his seemed distant. When he pulled away she noticed the large red stain on his shirt. She looked back up and he laughed. "Yeah, the spaghetti sauce and I had a fight. You like spaghetti, right?"

She nodded. "Of course." How fitting…spaghetti. He picked up her suitcase and then stepped aside and allowed her entrance. Unlike the swamp back in Korea his house was very tidy, and not decorated like you would think two bachelors would live. She figured the homely touches were left over as a reminder to his mother.

"My dad got called to the hospital, and he'll probably be there most of the night, so it's just us for dinner." He smiled and closed the door. She felt slightly disappointed, she had been anxious to meet the man that had raised Hawkeye. "I'll show you where you'll be staying. Unfortunately we don't have a guest room, but we have a day bed in the office." He smiled at her apologetically.

"That's alright." He led her down the short hallway into the aforementioned room. There was a desk sitting in the corner. One whole wall was a set of bookcases filled with books, most of which appeared to be medical journals. The opposite wall held the bed, and he sat her suitcase down atop of it.

"Don't worry, the office is mainly for looks so no one will be bothering you."

She laughed, "It looks great, thanks." They left the room and he led her back to the living room. He offered her a seat on the couch with his hand, and she obliged.

"I'll be right back, I have to go check on dinner." He left the room and she sat, wringing her hands, still not knowing how to break the news. He came back into the room carrying a bottle of scotch. "Would you like a drink? I promise it's better than the stuff I had to offer in Korea."

"Sure."

(A/N: OK, before you start yelling at me…yes I know you don't drink when you're pregnant, but this is the fifties…and they don't know that yet. Take "What's up, Doc?" when they're in Colonel Potter's office talking to Radar about the rabbit, Margaret is drinking.)

He poured them both a glass and then handed one over. He held his up in a toast and she did the same. "To drinking in peace time." They clanked their glasses together and downed their scotch.

"That is a lot better," she teased.

"What can I say?" he said throwing his hands up in the air. About that time a timer went off in the kitchen. "The garlic bread's done. If you want to come into the dining room I'll plate us up some spaghetti." He offered her a hand and helped her up off of the overstuffed couch. She followed him into the dining room, which was really just a section of the kitchen. She sat down at the table and watched him dish up their plates after pulling the garlic bread out of the oven. She smiled to herself, as she had never pictured him doing anything as domesticated as this.

He interrupted her thoughts as he placed a plate in front of her. Her senses tingled as she remembered she hadn't eaten in quite a while, but that came to an end when he brought the garlic bread over. Her nose was assaulted with the strong aroma, which generally made her mouth water, but in her condition nauseated her. She tried to breathe deeply to settle her stomach, but when she decided it wasn't going to help she clamped her hand over her mouth and made a dash to where she thought she had seen the bathroom. Luckily she had been correct and she knelt down in front of the toilet, throwing up the scotch first and her lunch second.

"I didn't think my food looked that bad," he joked lightly from the door. She looked over at him, but the sudden move brought about another wave and he moved to her side and held back her hair, stroking her back gently.

'Great,' she thought to herself, 'at least now I don't have to worry about how to tell him.' Eventually her bout of sickness passed and she flushed the toilet and sat back on her heels. He got up and grabbed a washcloth, ran it under the water, and then handed it to her. She used one side to wipe her mouth and held the other up to her forehead, breathing slowly to regain her composure.

"You alright?" He asked, concerned, as he placed one hand on her back.

She nodded, "Yeah, I'm alright. I'm sorry." She stood up, with his help, and walked over to the sink. She rinsed her mouth out several times and then shut the water off. She held the washcloth up questioningly and he pulled up the top of the clothes hamper while she tossed it in. He took a step towards her and she dropped her head in embarrassment, so he simply took her elbow and led her out of the bathroom.

A/N: I want to address the concerns of a couple people that this is going to be just another "Margaret's pregnant with Hawkeye's baby and they live happily ever after" kind of story. Well I can assure that's the last thing I want and I'm going to try my hardest to not let that happen! :D You should see my touches come out strongly within the next couple of chapters.