Over the next few weeks, Hawkeye and Margaret heard from members of the 4077th. Charles, Klinger, Radar and even Father Mulcahy were expected to be there. They'd also found out that Trapper had been killed in a motor vehicle accident about four months after he'd returned home. That was a rough day for Hawkeye. He'd never gotten the chance to say goodbye. But Margaret was there to love him through it.

It was Friday evening and Margaret had made dinner. Daniel had been working late at the clinic so they made sure to save some for him when he got home. As they were clearing the table the phone rang.

"Hello, Pierce Residence."

"Margaret?? Well, I'll be damned. So it must be true."

Margaret let out a chuckle.

"Colonel! Oh, it's wonderful to hear from you!"

"You too, Margaret. So is it true? You and Pierce?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, that's wonderful. Me and Mrs. Potter will be there with bells on!"

"oh, I'm so happy to hear that, Colonel! We're looking forward to seeing you and meeting your lovely wife!"

The two made some small talk and wrapped up their conversation. Margaret was thrilled beyond belief. She happily waltzed into the den, where Hawkeye was sitting.

"What's put the spring in your step,my lovely bride to be?"

"That was Colonel Potter on the phone. They're all coming!"

"Margaret, that's wonderful! I couldn't be happier!"

He spun her around and planted a long, lingering kiss on her lips.

"I really love you, ya know."

"I really love you too."

"So we have the house to ourselves for awhile..."

And with that, they made their way up the stairs to their bedroom.

The next day, Hawkeye dropped Margaret off at work because he took a day off to catch up on a few things before their impending nuptuals. He kissed her goodbye and discreetly made his way to his father's office.

"Hey, dad, you got a minute?"

"Yeah. Come on in." Hawkeye walked in and closed the door behind him. Daniel immediately noticed this and became curious as to his son's abnormally nervous demeanor.

"So I was thinking...would you be opposed to Margaret and I moving out once we're married?"

Daniel let out a hearty laugh at his son.

"Son, you're an adult. You don't need my permission. You two will need your own space. You don't need an old man hanging around all the time."

"Dad, I didn't mean..."

Daniel put his hand up to stop his son.

"Listen, I think it's a wonderful idea."

"I'd like to stay in Crabapple Cove because this is my home. And there's no way in hell I'm leaving you here. I just think we need to think about the future and we're going to need more space."

The last part got Daniel's attention.

"Space? For?"

"Kids. Your grandchildren. Maybe a dog."

Daniel beamed at Hawkeye.

"I certainly can't argue with that. Grandkids would do alot of good for an old man like me. Is this what you wanted to talk about?"

"Yeah. But I was wondering if you knew who I could talk to."

Daniel knew immediately what his son was doing because he had done the same thing for his wife. He reached in his desk drawer and wrote a name.

"Go to this address and talk to Norma. She's a good friend of mine and she'll do everything she can to help you. Good luck, son."

"Thanks, dad. See you tonight?"

"Of course."

Hawkeye slipped quietly out of the clinic and made his way to the address on the paper.

"Hello, I'm Benjamin Pierce. I'm looking for Norma."

The woman at the desk smiled politely.

"Yes, sir. If you'd like to take a seat, it'll just be a moment."

"Ok, thank you."

No sooner had he sat down, an older but still very attractive woman came out.

"Hawkeye? Hawkeye Pierce?"

Hawkeye was surprised to hear her call him that, as he had never met her before.

"That's me."

"Hello, Hawkeye" She extended her hand to his.

"I'm Norma. Your father called and said to expect you. Shall we go into my office?"

"Lead the way."

The two walked into her office and Norma closed the door behind them.