Emily was up at seven, and Margaret got up with her and made her breakfast.  She thought that Emily would have at least slept until nine because she went to bed a little late.  But being in a strange place caused her to wake up earlier than she normally would have.

            Margaret was too tired to be hungry, so she sat down at the table with a cup of coffee while Emily ate her breakfast.  "Is that good?"  Margaret asked her daughter.

            Emily was eating some toast.  "Yummy."

            Margaret smiled.  She loved her little girl more than anything in the world.  "I'm so happy you have your daddy now."

            "Daddy, go?"  She asked. 

            "He's sleeping.  Just like you should be."  Emily smiled at her mother.  "You're going to spend a few hours with Mrs. Potter today.  How does that sound?  Mommy and Daddy are going to go visit the Colonel."

            "Ernal?"

            "Yep," she smiled.  "I wish you could spend some time with him.  He'd love you.  We'll have to come visit him when he gets better." 

            Emily held out a piece of her toast to her mother, "Some?"

            "No thank you," Margaret smiled.  "I like my toast without all the baby slobber.  Can I tell you something?  It's just between me and you, okay?  Daddy is a little worried about how you're going to take to him.  I know you love him already.  You did even before you knew he was Daddy.  You're just going to have to show him, okay?  Let him hold you, and give him kisses and hugs like you give Mommy.  He'll spoil you rotten.  Not that you aren't already."

            Emily smiled at her mother.  "Out."

            "Are you all done?"

            "No," she shook her curly head.

            "Then you have to finish eating."

            "Pease."  Her mother had taught her manners, and Emily has already figured out that the more polite she was, the more she got what she wanted.

            "No," Margaret said.  "Eat your toast, and then you can get out.  Maybe we'll go wake Daddy up.  There's no reason he should have more sleep than me," she smiled evilly.

            When Emily was done with her toast, Margaret cleaned her off.  She brushed the crumbs off of her, and then started to wipe the child's face and hands.  She had gotten butter all over her.  She put up a fight just like she always did, and then Margaret picked her up out of the highchair.

            Emily wiggled out of her mother's arms, and headed for the stairs.  Margaret was right behind her as the baby started to climb the stairs.  When they got to the top, Emily wasn't sure which way to go.  She looked at her mother silently asking her which room.  Margaret showed her where, and then Emily ran in.  She saw Hawkeye in there, and smiled at her mother.

            "Daddy?"  She asked her mother.  She just wanted to make sure that he was 'Daddy' and not 'Eye.'

            "That's right," Margaret smiled.  She lifted Emily up on the bed, and then she lay back down next to her husband.  "Wake him up."  Emily smiled and started to play with her father's face.  At first he didn't wake up.  He didn't even budge.  "That must be where you get it from," Margaret said to her daughter.

            Emily tried to wake him up.  She started playing with his mouth and his nose as Margaret watched with amusement.  Then Emily found his eye lids and started pulling them up.  When he opened his eyes she gave him a huge smile.

            He focused in on her and Margaret and then smiled.  "Good morning," he said to his daughter.  Emily babbled out 'morning' as good as she could causing Hawkeye to smile again. 

            "Good Morning," Margaret smiled.  "How did you sleep?"

            "I haven't slept that good for years.  I could use a few more hours though.  What are you doing up so early?" 

            "My alarm clock doesn't have a snooze button," she smiled.  "When she wakes up, I have to wake up too."

            "I see," he said.  He looked at Emily who was staring at him.  "How are you doing this morning?"  She gave him a shy smile and crawled toward her mother.

            "Are you playing shy this morning?"  Margaret asked her.  Emily laid her head down on her mother's pillow, and cuddled close to her.  Margaret put her hand on the child's cheek.  "You don't have to be shy, baby."  Emily was lying on her back and her head was turned to look at her mother.  She knew Hawkeye; she just wasn't sure what he was doing so close to her mother.  She wanted to be the one that was closest to her mother, and wanted her father to know that.  Margaret pulled Emily closer to her, and gave her a kiss on her chubby cheek.

            Hawkeye was lying on his side looking at the two of them.  They looked so much alike.  It was very apparent how Margaret felt about her daughter, and the same went for how Emily felt about her mother.  "Are you going to see the Colonel with me today?"

            "Yes," she answered.  "I came here to see him, and make sure that he's okay.  Mrs. Potter offered to watch Emily for me during the day so I could visit him."

            "How long do you think it's going to take for her to get used to me being around?  I don't think she likes it."

            Margaret smiled at him.  "I don't think it'll take long for her to get used to you.  She's a little shy, but when she lets you in, she'll never let you go."

            He smiled at her, "She's a lot like her mommy, huh?"  Margaret smiled at him.  "Emily," Hawkeye said.  She turned and looked at him.  "Can I have hug?"  She looked back at her mother, and Margaret shook her head yes to encourage the child.  Emily sat up and gave her father a hug.  "I love you, my little girl."

            Emily smiled at him, and then lay down next to her mother.  Margaret smiled at her and hugged her to her.  "You're a good girl, honey.  I love you."

            "Uve, oo," Emily told her mother.  She looked at her father and smiled.  She thought that it was strange for him to be in her mother's bed.  She loved him; she just wanted him to know that she was number one to her mother.

            Hawkeye and Margaret laid there and talked for a few more minutes.  Then they noticed that their baby had fallen back to sleep.  They both took that opportunity to go back to sleep for as long as Emily would let them.

            About two hours later Emily opened her eyes.  She was lying in her mother's arms in a strange place.  Then she remembered where she was.  She sat up and tapped her mother's chest.  "Mommy, up."  Margaret opened her eyes and smiled at the child.  "Hi Mommy," Emily smiled.

            "Hi baby.  Thank you for going back to sleep."  Margaret sat up and looked at Hawkeye.  She looked at Emily, "Wake Daddy up again."

            Emily smiled at her mother and then crawled closer to her father.  She sat her cubby little behind down and went strait for his eyelids.  Hawkeye was woken right away and greeted with a triumphant smile from the little girl.  He looked over at his wife, "Is this how I'm going to be woken from now on?"

            She smiled at him, "Time to get up.  Why don't you go take a shower, and I'll make us some coffee and something to eat," she suggested as she got out of the bed.

            "How about you go do that, and I'll stay here and sleep some more."

            Margaret reached down and picked Emily up.  "You can't.  I have to meet Mrs. Potter for lunch at noon, and you're coming with me."

            He didn't mind that, in fact he was looking forward to that.  "Margaret, its only 10 AM.  That's not for another two hours."

            "Yes, but it takes a half an hour to get there.  You need a shower, I need a shower, and I need to get the baby ready.  I need you up and ready because you're going to have to keep an eye on the baby while I take a shower.  Trust me on this.  It takes time to get ready with a baby.  You never know what's going to happen."

            "Alright," he said pulling himself out of bed.

            Margaret took Emily down stairs while Hawkeye took his shower and got ready to go.  He had to trust Margaret that it took time to get ready with a baby because he didn't have any experience.  He took his time, and a half an hour later he went downstairs. 

            He walked into the kitchen and saw Emily sitting in the floor, still in her pajamas, playing with the dog.  He was surprised at how well the dog handled a baby, and he was also surprised at how gentle Emily was with him.  He smiled at her when she looked up at him.

            "Hi Daddy," she said cheerfully.

            He felt so good when she said that.  "Hi munchkin."  He bent down and picked her up.  "Where's Mommy?"

            "Potty."

            "Oh," he smiled.  He brought her with him to get a cup of coffee.  He looked around the counter.   "I thought Mommy was making breakfast."

            Margaret walked into the room in time to hear that.  "I changed my mind.  We're going to eat lunch in about hour.  If you're hungry grab something light."

            "I'll wait," he said walking over to her.  He bent down and placed a kiss on her lips as Emily looked on in confusion.

            Margaret smiled up at him when he released her lips.  "I'm going to jump in the shower.  Are you two going to be okay for a little while?"

            "Sure," he smiled looking at Emily.  "We'll be fine, won't we?"  She smiled at him and then at her mother. 

            "Okay," Margaret said.  "Keep him out of trouble," she said to her daughter.  Margaret turned and went upstairs.  Unless she took a shower at night, she couldn't take a long one.  Now that Hawkeye was there to watch the baby, she could enjoy a nice long hot shower in the morning.

            When Margaret got out of the shower, she saw that Emily and Hawkeye were sitting on the bed.  Hawkeye was playing peek-a-boo with her, and she was laughing up a storm.  Margaret smiled at the pair.  It was only yesterday that Margaret woke up as a single mother with a daughter who had no idea she even had a father.  Now here she was married to the love of her life, and the father of her daughter.

            After Margaret was got dressed and fixed her hair and makeup, she gave Hawkeye the job of preparing Emily's diaper bag.  She knew that he didn't have the first clue what to do, so she helped him while she got Emily dressed.  She was used to doing it all herself, and would have been better off, but she wanted Hawkeye to feel needed.

            When Margaret fixed Emily's hair, they were ready to go.  Neither she nor Hawkeye knew the area very good, but she did know it a little better than him, so she drove.  Emily sat comfortably on her father's lap for the drive.  She was glad that he was around.  She had a lot of fun with him.