I'm so sorry this took so long. I was stuck of what to do, then I had school, had to deal with a bad breakup... But here it is! I hope you enjoy it as much as I do bringing it to you!

They bustled into the airport and Margaret was starting to get ornery. "They can't even speak English on a plane coming from America? What is wrong with these people! Just because we're going to their country it doesn't mean we have to hear them on the way here!"

Hawkeye gave a chuckle at his new bride. "It's fine Margaret. Really it is. She also spoke English if you recall. It's an International flight, I think they sort of have to know different languages in order to relate to their customers."

"I just want a burger and fries now."

"Your wish is my command m' lady. I shall fetch thee a burger and fries."

Margaret smiled up at him and gave him a wave of her hand. "Go fetch then. I'm gonna find a place to rest my feet."

"You were sitting for hours on the plane!"

"But those seats aren't very comfortable."

"The seats in the terminal aren't all that better."

"At least I can stretch out my legs!"

Hawkeye chuckled again. "That is very true as long as you don't end up kicking someone's luggage over."

Margaret gave a theatrical huff before grabbing her luggage and going over to where most of the airport was congregated. It was kind of hard to find an available seat but she was able to find one and gratefully sat down. She closed her eyes and stretched out her legs just to notice that her feet pushed someone's luggage over. She sat up to apologize to the person and was welcomed by a pair of shining green eyes.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't realize your luggage was there Mr…"

"Mr. Beaufort but you can call me Eugéne. You are American?"

"Yes I am. My name is Margaret Houl… Pierce."

"Houlpierce? That's a very interesting last name," laughed the new gentleman. "I am then correct to observe you are newly married? What other place is more romantic than to have your honeymoon than in Paris, oui?"

"Well we just got here. I have yet to see how romantic it is."

"Oh trust me. When you see the Eiffel Tower in her lights it will make anyone fall in love with this place."

"I'm sure I will."

Just then Hawkeye turned up with a paper plate with Margaret's burger and fries. "Here you go baby." He noticed the man she was talking to and stiffened a little bit in defense. The stranger was very handsome and of course he had to be French. He gave a lukewarm smile and held out his hand to the man. "My name's Hawkeye Pierce. Who are you?"

"Hawkeye! You don't need to be so rude!"

"I wasn't rude. I just asked him who he was."

Eugéne laughed. "It is perfectly fine Cheri. I would be defensive too if a handsome man started talking to my beautiful wife."

"So you're not married?" asked Margaret.

"Sadly, no. My little flower outgrew me and is now living happily in a little village outside the city with a butcher. Not so much of a little flower anymore though." He gave a little laugh and smiled warmly at them. "So where is the happy couple spending their time here in Paris?"

"In the Hotel Raphael. It was recommended to us by her dad," answered Hawkeye.

"Do you know the place?" asked Margaret eager to keep the French man talking. She rather liked him and found his bearing of himself magnetic.

Hawkeye however didn't like the man for the fact he seemed to have caught his wife's eye. He looked down at his wife's left hand and saw the ring he had put on her finger only a few weeks ago. He reached down, grasped her hand, and squeezed her hand making sure he put enough pressure on her ring finger that she could feel the ring on her hand.

Margaret gave him a bit of a sour look before turning back to Eugéne who answered her. "Actually I do. I live there semi-permanently."

"You live in the hotel? How can you afford it? It's costing us an arm and a leg for the weekend!" exclaimed Hawkeye. He hadn't told Margaret how much it cost but it was one of the top-notch places to stay in Paris.

"I help manage it. It was my uncle's hotel and I run it with his sons now that he is deceased. He took me in when my parents were killed in an automobile accident and was like a father to me."

"That was nice of him to take you in," said Margaret.

"Yeah it was. I can take you there if you want. I had just come back from a trip from New York City. We're thinking of starting up a place there and I was voted to go check out the place we had our eye on."

"Sure! We'd love to. I don't know if we could ever find our way here."

"Margaret, I think if we could navigate Korea we can navigate Paris. Can't be all that hard to find. It's a big posh place isn't it?"

"Yes it is. Just a few blocks away actually. I can still show you the way."

"No thanks…"

"Hawkeye, lets have him show us. He lives there he should know where it is."

Hawkeye leaned in close to Margaret, "I don't think it's a good idea though to go with this stranger. How can we know that he does live there and all that?"

Margaret gave him a look. "What do you think he'll do to us? Take us down some dark alley and rob us? He seems like a nice enough guy. Why can't we trust him?"

"I don't like him."

"Why?" Then after a moment when he didn't answer Margaret glared at him. "You think I'll cheat on you? I would never do that to you." She softened her look and squeezed the hand she held. "I love you Hawkeye. I would never risk losing you."

Hawkeye gave her a smile and a kiss on the lips. "Thanks, Baby."

"So am I going to take you to the hotel or not?" interjected Eugéne.

Hawkeye looked at Margaret and while not taking his eyes off her said, "Sure. Let us just gather our luggage."

They followed Eugéne out of the airport and Hawkeye slipped his arm around Margaret's waist and kissed the top of her head in anticipation of their honeymoon. Of course they would have to get over Margaret's intimacy issue but he was sure if they took it slow they could leap over that hurdle. He pulled her tighter and she looked up at him with a big excited smile on her face and his heart leaped with joy. He was so lucky to have her. He just wished he was lucky enough to keep her.