The two talked until the they drove up to a sigh,

"Ooo, here's the sign to my hometown!" Hawkeye said excitedly as Margaret laughed.

"Mommy, what sign say?"

"Welcome to Crabapple Cove, Maine. Population 400."

"What that mean?"

"How many people live in the town. Do you remember how many people live in Rallieh?" Rose nodded and answered,

"I don't have enough fingers."

"So how do you like living in North Carolina?"

"Good. As long as I have my Rose."

"Well here we are." Hawkeye announced as he pulled into a beautiful Victorian house's driveway.

"It's beautiful." Margaret said getting out of the car.

"Mommy, I'm sleepy." Rose said yawing.

"I see that. Pierce, is it possible to post-Pon dinner. I don't want Rose getting cranky."

"Sure. If you go upstairs the 2nd door to the left, you can put her in there."

"Thank you Pierce."

"Anytime. I'll just put your bags in your room."

"Thank you." Margaret smiled as she carried the little girl upstairs. She opened the 2nd door on the left to expose a room, beautifully decorated with dolls, books, pictures, and little nik-naks. She sat down in the rocking chair and cradled the little girl.

"Mommy, 'ing?"

"Okay baby girl." Margaret smiled. "Stars shining bright above you, night breezes seem to whisper I love you, birds singing in the sycamore tree, Dream A Little Dream of me." Roes smiled, as her eyelids started to droop. "Say nighty-night and kiss me, just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me, when I'm alone and blue as can be, Dream a little Dream of me, Stars fading but I linger on dear, still craving your kiss, I'm longing to linger till dawn dear, just saying this. Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you, sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you, but in your dreams whatever they be, Dream A little Dream of me." After a few minutes of singing, Rose laid quietly in her mother's arms. Hawkeye walked in just as Rose fell asleep. "Hi."

"Hi."

"Let me lay her down."

"Does she want a doll or something?"

"That would be nice." Hawkeye smiled and grabbed a doll of the shelf and laid it beside the sleeping baby. "Sweet dreams baby girl." Margaret whispered after placing a kiss on her forehead. Then the two walked out of the room.

"It was my mother's room," Hawkeye said. "My cousin liked to sleep in there, until mom died, then it just stayed empty."

"It's very pretty."

"If I decide to marry, that'll be my daughter's room." Hawkeye admitted as Margaret smiled

"So how've you been?"

"Um, good. I'm chief surgeon of the OR and ER at Portland General, and I help my dad with his practice."

"That must keep you very busy."

"It does, but I enjoy the work. What about you, raising Rosie all by yourself."

"It's been hard, but I wouldn't change any of it. Rose is the best thing that happened to me. I work at a penetration's office; he was the only one who hired me, when I was pregnant. Rose keeps herself occupied all day, she draws, colours, plays with the children, and hold their hands when they get shots."

"She's a regular Margaret isn't she?"

"Yes, very much so. But she has her father's sense of humor, for sure. She's always trying to get the kids to smile."

"The doctor doesn't mind her there?"

"No, he encouraged me to bring her. Said that it would do her good."

"I see. I hope you don't mind me calling hr Rosie."

"No, not at all."

"That's what mom was called."

"I know. I named her after your mother." Margaret said. "And her father."

"Why my mother?"

"She was the most important woman in your life."

"She was. What's her middle name?"

"Francine. Rose Francine."

"If you tell me that her father is Frank Burns, I'm liable to do something."

"Oh God NO!" Margaret exclaimed. "Franklin is his middle name."

"Oh, well that's good. So tell me about her."

"Well she was born 9 months exactly after the war ended." This caught Hawkeye's attention.

"9 months, that would be March 27."

"That's right."

"And that would make it 9 months after,"

"Yeah."

"Is Rosie mine?"