Well, FF finally got the email updates working again! Here's my next chapter, I hope you all enjoy it! Oh and sorry for the "he" and "she" mix up at the beginning of chapter one. I switched tracks halfway through the chapter and I missed a couple things. It's been all patched up now! Enjoy!

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Margaret pulled back and blushed. She had raised her head so she could look into his eyes, but his face was already incredible close to hers and before she had realized what she was doing, she slipped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

Margaret began to back up quickly, staring at the floor in embarrassment. Hawkeye quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her back.

"Wow, hot lips," he teased. Margaret frowned and rolled her eyes. "I guess I'm not the only one who hasn't changed," he continued.

"Why do you love to irritate me?" Margaret asked angrily.

Hawkeye laughed and pulled her close. "Because I love to see you blush."

Margaret relented and sighed, allowing Hawkeye to pull her close again. "You know I'm not going to let you go anywhere until I know I'm going to see you again." He whispered softly in her ear. Margaret jerked back and frowned.

"Well you certainly have done alright until now," she snapped.

Hawkeye rolled his eyes and shook his head impatiently. He was about to snap back at her with some flippant remark, but the look on her face made him think twice. For some reason he seemed to think she looked almost scared.

"I didn't do alright," he replied seriously. "I missed you like crazy, but for some damn reason I thought it would be crazy for me to look for you."

His answer must have pleased her, because he noticed the corners of her mouth twitching upward. "It wouldn't have been crazy," she mumbled. "I missed you too."

BJ sat back down and smiled happily. "I think I should start looking for another place to stay," he commented after the newlyweds left the table. Laura looked at him suspiciously.

"What are you talking about?"

BJ chuckled happily. "If I know Ben like I think I do, he'll have himself a fiancée by the end of the night."

Danny choked on the bit of wine he was swallowing and Caren giggled.

"Grandpa's gonna get married?"

"Of course not," Danny told her, startled by BJ's comment.

"Look Danny," BJ leaned forward and lowered his voice to exclude the children from the conversation. "I've known your father for a long time, and I know how he feels about this woman. Trust me; by the end of the night, he's going to have a ring on her finger."

Danny leaned back in his chair and rolled his eyes. "He doesn't even have a ring."

BJ grinned and raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure about that?"

Danny and Laura's mouths dropped open. "There's no way he has a ring," Danny insisted.

BJ shrugged a sly smile on his face. "Alright, how much do you want to bet that you Dad is going to propose to that woman at least three times before the night is over?"

"Three times? I don't even think he'll propose to her once. He's too old BJ, too set in his ways, a confirmed bachelor his entire life."

BJ ignored the man's protests and crossed his arms. "A hundred bucks says that he'll propose three times before we leave."

Danny chuckled and shook his head. "It's your loss…"

"Danny, you can't bet a hundred dollars!" Laura hissed. Danny looked at her like she was crazy.

"You can't think that my dad will actually propose to someone he hasn't seen in over forty years do you?"

Laura shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "No; but BJ has known your father for an awfully long time and we can't really afford to take the risk that he could be right."

BJ chuckled as Danny rolled his eyes. "Alright Laura, you know that set of golf clubs you finally said I could get?"

Laura smiled at this pitiful bargain as she nodded.

"Well, if this bet goes sour," he looked sideways at BJ, "which it won't, I won't get the clubs. If I win, which I will, I'll take you out to dinner."

Laura smiled in satisfaction and crossed her arms. "I don't like you betting, but I suppose this is harmless."

"Alright, Uncle BJ, you have a deal."