Disclaimer- I do not own M*A*S*H or any of its characters. So I was told that this has great potential for a H/M story, is that true??? When you leave a review, and you will, you will tell me. Because if you don't leave a review, then I wont post anymore, of any of my fics! YAY! Next part! And I would love to thank all of you that left me a review! And even those who didn't! This one is for Sweet Preserves! Thanks too all of you too! Now I need to know if I should write an epilogue, I think I might, so just tell me! This is not the last chapter, just to clear things up.
A Little Taste of Heaven
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By Assilem
Crabapple Cove
August 1956
Hawkeye sat in the living room reading the newspaper when Margaret and Rose walked in.
"Hi!" Rose greeted happily.
"Don't you look pretty."
"Tank you. The conel gave me this, 'ampy Sherman gave me sandals."
"Really?" Rose nodded.
"Colonel Potter loves to spoil Rose."
"She's met Colonel Potter?"
"Yes. He wrote me last year, and asked if I would like to come for Christmas, I asked if I could bring someone very special with me. And he thought that it was my boyfriend or something. To say the least he was shocked."
"Why didn't I hear about this?" He asked grabbing his wallet from the table.
"When was the last time you've heard from Colonel Potter?"
"Haven't since Korea. The only people I've kept in touch with was BJ and Trapper. I've talked with Charles a few times, but nothing major. I guess."
"You see."
"Where we going?" Rose asked as they started walking down the street.
"To one of my friend's restaurant." He said to Margaret, then bent down to Rose. "Freddies. Right down there." He pointed to a little restaurant.
"Mommy, always takes me to Moe's."
"Really?"
"We go there for lunch, and occasionally dinner. Morris is quite nice, his son Mathew takes care of Rose a lot for me, and his eldest daughter Jasmine works at the clinic."
"I like Mafew, he pays wif me."
"He does?"
"Yes. And 'asmine lets me help her."
"Really?" Rose nodded, as she bounced down the sidewalk. As Margaret and Hawkeye walked behind the little girl, Hawkeye asked, "After Rosie is asleep, can we talk?"
"Of course."
"Mommy 'ook!" Rose yelled excitedly pointing to Freddies. 'A 'ISH!"
"It's a big fish isn't it?"
"Uh huh. Can we go in?"
"Why not." Hawkeye smiled capturing the little girl's hand and walking in guiding Margaret by the small of her back.
"WOW! 'Ook Mommy 'ook!"
"I see."
"Hiya Gail, I need a table for 3, and a phone book, better make it two, for Rosie."
Gail smiled. "Okay how about a booth with a booster seat?"
"Sure."
"Follow me."
"Oh Gail, this is Margaret Houlihan, Margaret, Gail Rudolph. And this adorable little girl is Rosie."
"Pleasure." Gail greeted Margaret then turned to Rose. "Hi."
"Hi. Guess what!"
"What?"
"This is my Mommy!"
"Really? Well how about we get you seated so you can eat?"
"Um, 'kay." Gail led the three to a booth and handed out menus.
"Can I get you something to drink?"
"Why yes you can. I would like a coffee."
"So would I. What would you like Rose?"
"Gape duce pease."
"So that's two coffees, and a grape juice. Sugar or cream?"
"No thank you."
"And Hawk, two sugars?"
"That's right."
"Okay, I'll be right back with your drinks." Gail smiled and walked off.
"She's nice mommy." Rose said looking at her place mat.
"You know what Rosie," Hawkeye asked pulling a box of crayons out of his pocket. 'We can colour these."
"Wow, can colour wif me?"
"Of course."
"Mommy colour?" Rose said handing Margaret a blue crayon. Margaret smiled and took the crayon.
"Would you like some more crayons?" Gail asked. "Hawk your coffee, Miss your coffee and Rose your Grape Juice."
"Thanks Gail."
"Thank you. Rose what do you say?"
"Tank you."
"You're welcome. Are you ready to order?"
"Okay Gail, two specials and I pirate pack."
""Okay is that all?"
"Yes."
"Okay. So that's two SOD's and a pirate pack?"
"That's right."
"I'll be right back with your meals then." Gail smiled and walked off.
"Hey ya scalawag!" Came a deep voice, Hawkeye looked up.
"Hey you old geezer."
"Where's the old man?"
"At home. Oh, Uncle Gabe, this is Margaret Houlihan and her daughter Rose. Margaret, Rosie, this is my Uncle Gabriel Johnson, or Uncle Gabe."
"HI!" Rose greeted cheerfully.
"Well hello there Rosie. Miss Margaret, it's a pleasure."
"You too Mr. Johnson."
"Ah, call me Gabe. So what the old man up to?"
"Don't know. Why don't you go find out?"
"I think I will. Rosie it was a pleasure."
"Buh bye."
"And Miss Margaret," Gabe said talking her left hand. "It's nice to see someone wearing this again." He gestured to the ring. "Hawk, I'll see you later."
"Bye."
"Bye." Gabe said before walking away.
"You sure know a lot of people."
"Well ya, considering there's only 400 resident. Went to school with some, grew up with some that are dad's friends. And the rest are the kids of my friends."
"Oh."
"Mommy, can I have da bink?" Rose asked. 'Pease?"
"Of course." Margaret smiled handing her the pink crayon.
"Tank you."
"You're welcome."
"Mommy, what do you say after 'your wecome?"
"Nothing."
"Why?"
"I don't know."
"'Kay. 'Ill conel know?"
"He might. When we go back home, you can ask him."
"'Kay. When we go home?"
"In seven sleeps."
"'Even seeps, 'kay."
"Okay, who's hungry?" Gail asked walking to the table.
"ME!" Rose said excitedly.
"Put your crayons away first, Rose."
"'Es Mommy." Rose said putting her crayons away.
"Two SOD's" Gail said lying a plate in front of both Margaret and Hawkeye. "And one Pirate Pack for Rosie."
"Thank you." Margaret acknowledged.
"Tank you." Rose said as Gail put the plate in front of her.
"You're welcome. Just call when you're done."
"Will do Gail." Hawkeye smile.
