A/N: I wasn't sure how to end this, but seeing as very few people thought
it finished, I added the last chapter.
Part Eight: Margaret's Other Surprise
A few million hugs, and almost as many tears later, the friends settled down for lunch. Peggy was given a seat of her own, and the kids were fixed up.
"Well here's to good times!" BJ proposed a toast.
"To friends!" Hawkeye added.
"To family!" Margaret raised her glass.
"To life!" The Colonel joined them.
"To having fun!" Radar said.
"To falling in love!" Patty cheered.
"To having children!" Peggy added
"To the best two weeks we're ever going to have!" Mildred finished.
"To us!" BJ stood up.
"To us!" They all echoed, joining him. They touched glasses and sipped their drinks, together again as friends.
"I'd like to propose a new toast." Margaret said later, a peculiar look in her eyes. "Here's to getting me to hospital because I rather suspect I'm in labour."
"I'll drink to that! WHAT?" Hawkeye cheered, taking a swig and promptly spitting it everywhere.
"I think that I'm having the baby right about now." Margaret said slowly, emphasising every syllable for her friends' shocked benefit.
"What since when?" Demanded Hawkeye.
"Since I had a contraction twenty minutes ago, and since another one just followed it." Margaret smiled, calmly folding her napkin and putting it next to her plate.
"Okay, let's go then," Hawkeye stood up and ran a nervous hand through the silver-on-ebony hair.
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"Good luck." Hawkeye was taking Margaret to the hospital, while everyone else stayed back with the kids.
"Thankyou." She was hugged by everyone, and with some difficulty bent down to her daughters. "Listen my Princess, be good while I'm away okay?"
"Yes mummy." Margaret tightly hugged her raven-haired daughter.
"Hey Sweet pea, when Daddy comes back, you'll have a whole new baby brother or sister." Margaret awkwardly got down onto Molly's level to kiss her.
"I be big not baby?" All through the pregnancy Molly was waiting for the day when she was no longer the baby.
"You'll be a big sister, that's. . . ow, ow, Hawkeye!" Margaret grabbed her stomach and called out in panic.
"Honey, it's okay, tell me what's wrong." Hawkeye, trying to keep the panic out of HIS voice, bent down beside his pretty, but frightened wife.
"I don't think we're going to make the hospital." Margaret was right, her waters had broken, and sick of being cooped up for so long, the baby was hurriedly making its way into the world.
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Twelve minutes later....
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"That's great Margaret honey, you can do it, one more, look at all this hair, I'm so proud of you! It's a boy!" Hawkeye called, tears pouring down his cheeks, holding up the crying, obviously male baby for his wife to see.
"It's a boy, I knew we'd make a beautiful boy." Margaret gasped, "Go show the others." After her waters broke, Margaret had been carried (no easy task) into the downstairs spare room, where Hawkeye delivered the baby on the Potter's bed.
Hawkeye proudly cut the cord, wrapped his son in a towel and emerged from the room triumphantly. BJ, Peggy, Radar, Patty, Col and Mrs Potter, plus all the kids waited in the living room.
"It's a boy, a beautiful, blonde-haired brown-eyed boy." The baby had inherited Margaret's hair, and his eyes unusually were already brown, but he was still plainly a Pierce, having Hawkeye's slim nose, and what could be a wide trademark smile, if his energies were directed to smiling instead of screaming.
"And he has beautiful brown eyes!" Peggy crooned, leaning in to see the baby, as Hawkeye introduced Molly and Danielle to their brother.
"Well Margaret's eyes are kind of green, so I guess that it has something to do with that." Hawkeye said, his finger firmly encased in his newborn son's fist. Any other replies were cut off by a desperate yell from the bedroom.
"HAWKEYE! I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU'RE DOING, BUT GET YOUR REAR BACK HERE PRONTO, I'M NOT FINISHED!" Hawkeye jumped about six feet in the air, and hurried back to his wife, BJ, Colonel Potter and Patty, a nurse, followed hurriedly in case there was an emergency. Peggy followed too, and took the baby from Hawkeye as he entered the room.
"Margaret, steady on, what's . . . oh, twins, you never said it was twins!" Margaret was beginning to deliver her second child. BJ took over as Hawkeye, incredibly shocked, fell to his knees, completely incapable of productive action. "Twins you never mentioned twins. . ." He muttered again.
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It was a matter of a few minutes and Margaret and Hawkeye's newborn daughter, a beautiful healthy baby with shining blue eyes and not a hair on her head, lay nestled in her mother's arms, with her brother safely beside her. Hawkeye was still on his knees, crying. BJ was crying, the miracle of life having amazed him once more, in fact the only person not crying in that room was Margaret, who had a smug little smile on her face.
"Margaret, did you know?" BJ asked suspiciously, watching as Margaret nursed her pretty children.
"No, I didn't I can't believe we missed that. I wonder which one of you was the secret-keeper." She looked at her children lovingly.
"Well it seems to me, that it was neither Pierce nor Hunnicutt who were the funniest and best pranksters in the camp. I believe that Margaret has earned the role." Colonel Potter laughed. Noisily, BJ and Hawkeye agreed.
"Cheers to Margaret, Queen of the Practical Jokers!" Hawkeye cheered, stirring himself from the floor to congratulate his wife and meet his daughter.
"I grovel before thee your highness." BJ added, bowing on his hands and knees and nearly tripping up Peggy. Margaret grinned, and her response had everyone laughing warmly.
"What can I say? I learned from the best!"
THE END
Part Eight: Margaret's Other Surprise
A few million hugs, and almost as many tears later, the friends settled down for lunch. Peggy was given a seat of her own, and the kids were fixed up.
"Well here's to good times!" BJ proposed a toast.
"To friends!" Hawkeye added.
"To family!" Margaret raised her glass.
"To life!" The Colonel joined them.
"To having fun!" Radar said.
"To falling in love!" Patty cheered.
"To having children!" Peggy added
"To the best two weeks we're ever going to have!" Mildred finished.
"To us!" BJ stood up.
"To us!" They all echoed, joining him. They touched glasses and sipped their drinks, together again as friends.
"I'd like to propose a new toast." Margaret said later, a peculiar look in her eyes. "Here's to getting me to hospital because I rather suspect I'm in labour."
"I'll drink to that! WHAT?" Hawkeye cheered, taking a swig and promptly spitting it everywhere.
"I think that I'm having the baby right about now." Margaret said slowly, emphasising every syllable for her friends' shocked benefit.
"What since when?" Demanded Hawkeye.
"Since I had a contraction twenty minutes ago, and since another one just followed it." Margaret smiled, calmly folding her napkin and putting it next to her plate.
"Okay, let's go then," Hawkeye stood up and ran a nervous hand through the silver-on-ebony hair.
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"Good luck." Hawkeye was taking Margaret to the hospital, while everyone else stayed back with the kids.
"Thankyou." She was hugged by everyone, and with some difficulty bent down to her daughters. "Listen my Princess, be good while I'm away okay?"
"Yes mummy." Margaret tightly hugged her raven-haired daughter.
"Hey Sweet pea, when Daddy comes back, you'll have a whole new baby brother or sister." Margaret awkwardly got down onto Molly's level to kiss her.
"I be big not baby?" All through the pregnancy Molly was waiting for the day when she was no longer the baby.
"You'll be a big sister, that's. . . ow, ow, Hawkeye!" Margaret grabbed her stomach and called out in panic.
"Honey, it's okay, tell me what's wrong." Hawkeye, trying to keep the panic out of HIS voice, bent down beside his pretty, but frightened wife.
"I don't think we're going to make the hospital." Margaret was right, her waters had broken, and sick of being cooped up for so long, the baby was hurriedly making its way into the world.
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Twelve minutes later....
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"That's great Margaret honey, you can do it, one more, look at all this hair, I'm so proud of you! It's a boy!" Hawkeye called, tears pouring down his cheeks, holding up the crying, obviously male baby for his wife to see.
"It's a boy, I knew we'd make a beautiful boy." Margaret gasped, "Go show the others." After her waters broke, Margaret had been carried (no easy task) into the downstairs spare room, where Hawkeye delivered the baby on the Potter's bed.
Hawkeye proudly cut the cord, wrapped his son in a towel and emerged from the room triumphantly. BJ, Peggy, Radar, Patty, Col and Mrs Potter, plus all the kids waited in the living room.
"It's a boy, a beautiful, blonde-haired brown-eyed boy." The baby had inherited Margaret's hair, and his eyes unusually were already brown, but he was still plainly a Pierce, having Hawkeye's slim nose, and what could be a wide trademark smile, if his energies were directed to smiling instead of screaming.
"And he has beautiful brown eyes!" Peggy crooned, leaning in to see the baby, as Hawkeye introduced Molly and Danielle to their brother.
"Well Margaret's eyes are kind of green, so I guess that it has something to do with that." Hawkeye said, his finger firmly encased in his newborn son's fist. Any other replies were cut off by a desperate yell from the bedroom.
"HAWKEYE! I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU'RE DOING, BUT GET YOUR REAR BACK HERE PRONTO, I'M NOT FINISHED!" Hawkeye jumped about six feet in the air, and hurried back to his wife, BJ, Colonel Potter and Patty, a nurse, followed hurriedly in case there was an emergency. Peggy followed too, and took the baby from Hawkeye as he entered the room.
"Margaret, steady on, what's . . . oh, twins, you never said it was twins!" Margaret was beginning to deliver her second child. BJ took over as Hawkeye, incredibly shocked, fell to his knees, completely incapable of productive action. "Twins you never mentioned twins. . ." He muttered again.
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It was a matter of a few minutes and Margaret and Hawkeye's newborn daughter, a beautiful healthy baby with shining blue eyes and not a hair on her head, lay nestled in her mother's arms, with her brother safely beside her. Hawkeye was still on his knees, crying. BJ was crying, the miracle of life having amazed him once more, in fact the only person not crying in that room was Margaret, who had a smug little smile on her face.
"Margaret, did you know?" BJ asked suspiciously, watching as Margaret nursed her pretty children.
"No, I didn't I can't believe we missed that. I wonder which one of you was the secret-keeper." She looked at her children lovingly.
"Well it seems to me, that it was neither Pierce nor Hunnicutt who were the funniest and best pranksters in the camp. I believe that Margaret has earned the role." Colonel Potter laughed. Noisily, BJ and Hawkeye agreed.
"Cheers to Margaret, Queen of the Practical Jokers!" Hawkeye cheered, stirring himself from the floor to congratulate his wife and meet his daughter.
"I grovel before thee your highness." BJ added, bowing on his hands and knees and nearly tripping up Peggy. Margaret grinned, and her response had everyone laughing warmly.
"What can I say? I learned from the best!"
THE END