So here they were again, sitting in the back of a jeep as it sped across
the Korean landscape. He remembered the last time they were in this
situation, although that one couldn't have been anymore different. At that
time they were returning from a wonderful weekend in Tokyo, a weekend that
seemed to bring them closer together. This time it wasn't going to be
anything like that, this time they were going to Seoul, they were going to
find out for once and for all if Margaret really was pregnant.
Margaret was sitting right next to him, holding his hand as she took in the scenery. She hadn't said a word since they left camp and she'd only said maybe two while they were there. This was kind of upsetting to Hawkeye, he was very confused. He'd thought she would be bubbling to the brim, talking about this and that and what they'd do if she were really pregnant. But she wasn't, she was dead silent.
Hawkeye was beginning to become more and more worried. Maybe she was mad at him for getting her pregnant. They hadn't been very cautious at all about protection, there just never seemed to be any time. Everything happened on the spur of the moment and under the most unusual circumstances. They were often having to become more and more cautious about touching; the slightest graze usually sent them running back to Margaret's tent.
Beside him he felt her begin to settle as she let her body rest against the seat. She still was refusing to look at him, but she kept a firm hold on his hand. Up front Klinger was driving silently, he was still a little embarrassed about what had happened. He knew about their news, but couldn't understand why they were being so quiet.
"Margaret sweetie," Hawkeye said disrupting her thoughts, gently he squeezed her hand. "Are you okay?"
She turned her head and looked at him, "I'm fine, there's just a lot on my mind." She smiled at his worried expression, "I'll be fine."
"Listen to me," he held her face in his hand, "No matter what happens everything is going to fine. Baby or no baby I'm not going to love you any less. You're stuck with me no matter what."
Margaret listened intently, that was just what she needed to hear. "Oh Hawkeye," she exclaimed as she threw her arms around him and leaned against his chest. "I love you so much."
"I love you too," he said softly as he let his arm rest across her back.
In the front seat, out of sight, Klinger smiled happily to him self.
The day before, after Margaret had told Hawkeye the news, he had been the silent one. When he finally understood what she had been so desperately trying to tell him, he sat there stunned. Margaret was worried he would be upset and leave her, she was afraid he didn't want their child. From the silence she gathered that this was true and prepared her self for what she knew was coming. He stood up from his chair, she was sure this was it. Instead, to her surprise, he stepped forward and knelt in front of her and enveloped her in his arms. He didn't say anything, he just held her.
After a few moments he stood once more pulling her up with him. "Come on," he motioned as he grabbed her hand and began to walk towards the door.
"Where are we going?" She asked as he continued to pull her.
Suddenly he stopped and turned to her, "Well we can't sit around here wondering, besides if you are pregnant we need to tell someone our good news." Abruptly he pushed open the door and pulled her out onto the compound.
Least to say Colonel Potter was a little shocked when they told him. Stunned, he sat in his chair and began to fan himself.
"'Pregnant?" He exclaimed, "You and Pierce?"
"We aren't positive sir, that's why we'd like two passes to Seoul. I'd like to take a pregnancy test there, and it would really mean a lot to me if Hawkeye could be there as well."
"I don't believe it," the colonel was talking to him self, "Pierce and Houlihan, pregnant, I just don't believe it."
"Sir?" Hawkeye spoke up, "Are you okay?"
Potter looked up at the couple and smiled, "Well I suppose it was about time you two got together. I've always thought you two had the makings."
Hawkeye and Margaret smiled lovingly at each other, they did didn't they.
"Of course you can go to Seoul!" Potter burst out, interrupting them," You two should leave right away. And if anyone asks I'll just tell them you were needed in Seoul for an unexpected lecture."
"Thank you," Margaret said walking around the desk. Colonel Potter stood up and met her in a loving embrace, "This means so much to us," she whispered.
"I know honey," he whispered back. "I wish all the happiness for you, even if it includes him."
Hawkeye had been standing back, watching as they hugged tightly. Potter threw him a teasing glance as they pulled away.
"You better take good care of her, this had better not be one of your scams," this time the older man was being serious.
"I swear on my life," Hawkeye said, "I love Margaret more than anything in this world."
Margaret smiled lovingly as she heard his declaration, she melted every time he said it.
"Good, or I'll personally get take care of you myself if you hurt her. She deserves the very best."
Margaret crossed the room and wrapped her arms around Hawkeye, "It's taken me a long time and a lot of heartbreak, but I've finally found him." Hawkeye nuzzled her lovingly at her words.
Potter watched for a moment as they stood there holding each other, they looked very happy together. They had finally both found what they had been looking for.
"I have you're passes right here, you can leave whenever you like," he spoke up.
"Well shall we go?" Hawkeye asked her.
"I suppose we should, the longer we wait the longer until we find out for sure."
Potter handed them their passes, "I'll get Klinger to drive you, I don't think he'll ask any questions."
"That's fine, I suppose we should tell him anyway," Hawkeye said grinning.
"What's that Pierce?"
"It's a long story."
Hawkeye held out his hand and helped her down from the jeep. Graciously she took it and stepped down onto the sidewalk.
"Thanks Klinger," Hawkeye said as he pulled their bags from the front seat.
"No problem," the corporal responded, "I'll see you guys in a few days."
"Drive safely," Margaret had walked up beside Hawkeye.
Klinger smiled at her concern, "Thank you major, I will."
Klinger turned the engine over and put it in gear, with a smile he drove off.
Hawkeye turned to Margaret who was watching the jeep disappear. "What do you say we go check in and then I'll take you out for dinner?"
Margaret thought for a moment, "Maybe we could eat in, I've just been really achy today. I'd love to take a nice bubble bath," she told him as they walked into the lobby.
Hawkeye smiled mischievously, "Then how about I order room service while you run the bath water."
Margaret tried to sound surprised, "Really? I thought I said that I would like to take a bath, not us."
Hawkeye knew she was teasing, he could play that way too. "Fine, if that's the way you want it. You can stay upstairs and take your bath and I'll come down to the bar make conversation with that nice lady." He gestured over to an over dressed Korean woman who was sitting on a barstool. It was obvious what her choice in career had been.
"You wouldn't dare," Margaret growled as they walked over to the front desk. Hawkeye raised his eyebrows in question.
The man at the desk turned as they approached. He was a rather nice looking middle aged Korean man. "Hello sir, how may I be of service this fine evening?"
"We have reservations," Hawkeye said adverting Margaret's starring eyes.
"Under what name sir?"
"Pierce," he told him as he looked over at Margaret.
The man pulled out the card and handed him a key, "And the lady?"
Hawkeye was looking at her questionably, as if to know if she rather them sleep in separate rooms. Margaret stared at him, he could be such a pain sometimes.
She grabbed the key from his hand, "Really," she mumbled as she walked towards the elevator.
"I guess that means she's with me," Hawkeye told the confused clerk. He then picked up the bags and hurried after her.
The elevator was just shutting when he got there. Instinctively he put his leg between the closing doors and pushed his way through.
"Thanks for holding the door," he said sarcastically as he pushed the button.
"I thought you wanted to stay down here with your new girlfriend," she said coolly.
"Nah, she wasn't my type."
"Really? Then what pray tell, is your type?"
Hawkeye acted as if he had to think about that. Finally he said, "Well, she has to have long blonde hair, luscious full lips, incredibly smooth long legs, a beautiful personality," he paused, "I don't think I can say anymore. I'm not sure it's legal to say things like that in elevators. "
Margaret was having fun, "Maybe you'll just have to show me when we get to the room." She winked and stepped out as the doors opened.
Hawkeye opened the door to their room and let her walk in before him. He set their bags by the door and walked over to the window.
"This is a lovely room," she said as she walked through their suite. After a few minutes something popped into her head, "Colonel Potter didn't reserve this room. How much did you pay?"
"What makes you think I paid," he said from his perch by the window.
"There's no way the Army would give us a room like this," she motioned to everything around them. "I know you had something to do with this."
"And what if I did," he said simply.
"Hawkeye, this is the second room you've gone and paid for. Not to mention a suite!"
"It's nothing Margaret, really."
Margaret put her hands on her hips, "You're spending all this money on me for nothing."
Hawkeye turned his head and looked at her, "I'm not," he said.
Margaret gave him a confusing glance.
"First off, you're not a waste," he said walking over to her, "Second of all, this isn't spending money."
"What?" What was he talking about?
"Whenever I go on R&R by my self I always get a nice room, the pay isn't that bad." He said letting her go and walking over to the bed.
"What are you talking about? These rooms are very expensive, you can't possibly pay for them and have money left over."
"And how would you know that?" He asked as he sat on the bed and leaned back onto his elbows. Margaret looked at him questionably. How would she know that? "That's what I thought."
"You never said anything about having money before," she exclaimed as she sat beside him on the bed.
"That's because I didn't have to. I'm not like Charles, I don't have anything to prove." He brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes. Margaret was stunned, she didn't know what to think. He had never shown any signs before. How could he keep this from her?
"Why didn't you tell me?" She was feeling a bit hurt.
"Eventually I would have told you, there just wasn't any reason at the moment. I suppose I never said anything before because I knew that's what you were attracted to."
"What's that supposed to mean?" She pulled away from him wondering hand.
"I didn't want you to love me because of what I had, I wanted you to love me for me. When we first met you were only interested in men with money and power. Men with high ranks and high pay grades, I didn't want to be one of them."
"How could you think I wouldn't love you for who you are? I don't care about how much money you have." She stood up and stepped back.
Hawkeye sat up and looked at her, "It wasn't just you, it was everything. I didn't want that part of my life to take over. I don't need it, any of it. I mean, look at Charles! Can't you see how greedy and self absorbed he is?"
Margaret stared hard at him, she was debating hard with her self.
"Margaret, you can't be mad! I mean if you think about it, we hardly know anything about each other's personal lives. There is so much we don't about each other."
She let out a deep sigh, "You're right, I don't know anything about you other than what's happened here."
Suddenly she felt as if she were with someone else, she felt like she didn't know him. Hawkeye could see her distress, swiftly he went over and took her in his arms.
"That's why we're together," he whispered in her hair, "To find out everything about each other." Margaret held onto his waist, that sounded nice. Suddenly he pulled away. "Let's start right now."
"Now?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Okay, what do you want to talk about?"
"Everything, I want to know every little thing about you." Hawkeye had a broad smile on his face.
"Will you tell me something first?" She asked snuggling up to him again.
"Anything," he said holding her tight.
"How did you, you know?" She felt funny asking him, she didn't want to sound like a gold digger.
"You're talking about the money?" Margaret nodded against his chest. "My grandfather owned one of the largest apple orchards in Maine. When he died it went to my father and two of his brothers and their families. Come fall the whole family goes up there and helps with the cider making. It's sort of a family business."
Margaret had never heard anything so wholesome in her whole life. His family made apple cider, that sounded wonderful. Something about that made him even more attractive. She thought it was cute. She could just picture him standing on a ladder picking fresh apples from a big apple tree.
Hawkeye could feel her smiling against his neck, "That sounds wonderful."
"It is," he said kissing the top of her head.
Hawkeye grabbed hold of her hand and pulled her with him, "Tell me more."
"Anything you want," he said pulling her into the bathroom and closing the door.
He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, "Tell me about your family. How many cousins do you have? Tell me about your grandparents."
Hawkeye kissed her soundly as his hands began to travel to the front of her shirt. "Later," he mumbled against her warm skin as he unbuttoned her blouse.
"Okay," she got out between kisses, they were becoming more and more heated. Finally he got her shirt open, instantly he pushed it off her shoulders and onto the floor. Margaret worked hastily on his shirt as his hand slipped under the hem of skirt.
It was a while later when they had finally gotten into the tub. Margaret was lying on top of him, her head resting in the middle of his chest. He let his arm hang over the side as the other held tightly onto her. Bubbles filled the bath almost to the brim, in the background they had a few candles burning.
"I'm scared," Margaret said softly, she was opening up to him fully for the first time in days.
"About what?" He was happy she was ready to talk to him.
"Oh, a whole bunch of things."
"Tell me about them."
"I'm scared about having this baby, I'm scared if it'll be a healthy baby or not, I'm scared about losing my commission, I'm scared about getting sent back to the states with out you."
Hawkeye knew how she felt, he felt the same way. "I'll never let that happen," he whispered as he brought his other hand around her. Margaret turned over in his arms and wrapped her arms around his torso. She loved lying like that in his arms. It always made her feel better.
"You know," Margaret spoke up, "For being 6'2" you have small feet."
"I know, I get that all the time."
"Don't worry," she smiled, "You have other areas that more than make up for it."
Margaret had just put on her bathrobe and walked out into the living room to find him sitting on the couch. He was supposed to be ordering dinner while she washed her hair and dried off.
"This doesn't look like ordering room service," she said sitting on his lap.
"I'm fast, I already ordered," he told her as he flipped through the channels on the television.
"Good, I'm starved," she leaned back on him. "How long did they say the wait would be?"
"It should be here any moment," he kissed her lightly. Margaret kissed him back, letting her fingers thread through his hair. Hawkeye was just pushing the edge of her robe off her shoulders when there was a knock on the door.
"That's the food," he said as he continued to kiss her.
"Hmmm," she moaned in agreement, her mouth was a little full.
Again there was a piercing knock from the door, this time Margaret got up off his lap and allowed him up. Quickly he grabbed a shirt off the bed and went to answer the door. The food was brought in and set on the elegant table in the other room. After Hawkeye tipped the man the two sat down to eat.
"Mmm, I love mushrooms," Margaret said picking up the platter, "I forgot what real food tasted like."
"Here try some of this," Hawkeye held out a fork full of some sort of pasta and fed it to her as she opened her mouth.
"What's on that? That's really good."
"Tomato and basil," he said feeding her another bite, "Here, I also ordered some club soda."
Margaret accepted the glass with a questionable expression, "What? No wine?"
Hawkeye grinned, "Have you so soon forgotten the reason for our trip?"
"I know, I know," she grumbled, "I just really wanted some wine."
"In nine months you can."
Margaret could tell he was loving this, he was being very smug. "You're loving this aren't you?"
"Loving this? No, now I can't carry out my plans."
"Plans?" She took a drink of her water.
"I was going to get you drunk and have my way with you. I figured that the faster the better chance I'd have of getting you naked."
"Who says you need to get me drunk?" She took another sip to hid her grin. Hawkeye raised his eyebrows and gave her a pleasing look.
"Well in that case," he said pushing the robe off her shoulders and kissing a patch of bare skin just above her breast. Together the slid from their chairs and onto the floor.
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Margaret was sitting right next to him, holding his hand as she took in the scenery. She hadn't said a word since they left camp and she'd only said maybe two while they were there. This was kind of upsetting to Hawkeye, he was very confused. He'd thought she would be bubbling to the brim, talking about this and that and what they'd do if she were really pregnant. But she wasn't, she was dead silent.
Hawkeye was beginning to become more and more worried. Maybe she was mad at him for getting her pregnant. They hadn't been very cautious at all about protection, there just never seemed to be any time. Everything happened on the spur of the moment and under the most unusual circumstances. They were often having to become more and more cautious about touching; the slightest graze usually sent them running back to Margaret's tent.
Beside him he felt her begin to settle as she let her body rest against the seat. She still was refusing to look at him, but she kept a firm hold on his hand. Up front Klinger was driving silently, he was still a little embarrassed about what had happened. He knew about their news, but couldn't understand why they were being so quiet.
"Margaret sweetie," Hawkeye said disrupting her thoughts, gently he squeezed her hand. "Are you okay?"
She turned her head and looked at him, "I'm fine, there's just a lot on my mind." She smiled at his worried expression, "I'll be fine."
"Listen to me," he held her face in his hand, "No matter what happens everything is going to fine. Baby or no baby I'm not going to love you any less. You're stuck with me no matter what."
Margaret listened intently, that was just what she needed to hear. "Oh Hawkeye," she exclaimed as she threw her arms around him and leaned against his chest. "I love you so much."
"I love you too," he said softly as he let his arm rest across her back.
In the front seat, out of sight, Klinger smiled happily to him self.
The day before, after Margaret had told Hawkeye the news, he had been the silent one. When he finally understood what she had been so desperately trying to tell him, he sat there stunned. Margaret was worried he would be upset and leave her, she was afraid he didn't want their child. From the silence she gathered that this was true and prepared her self for what she knew was coming. He stood up from his chair, she was sure this was it. Instead, to her surprise, he stepped forward and knelt in front of her and enveloped her in his arms. He didn't say anything, he just held her.
After a few moments he stood once more pulling her up with him. "Come on," he motioned as he grabbed her hand and began to walk towards the door.
"Where are we going?" She asked as he continued to pull her.
Suddenly he stopped and turned to her, "Well we can't sit around here wondering, besides if you are pregnant we need to tell someone our good news." Abruptly he pushed open the door and pulled her out onto the compound.
Least to say Colonel Potter was a little shocked when they told him. Stunned, he sat in his chair and began to fan himself.
"'Pregnant?" He exclaimed, "You and Pierce?"
"We aren't positive sir, that's why we'd like two passes to Seoul. I'd like to take a pregnancy test there, and it would really mean a lot to me if Hawkeye could be there as well."
"I don't believe it," the colonel was talking to him self, "Pierce and Houlihan, pregnant, I just don't believe it."
"Sir?" Hawkeye spoke up, "Are you okay?"
Potter looked up at the couple and smiled, "Well I suppose it was about time you two got together. I've always thought you two had the makings."
Hawkeye and Margaret smiled lovingly at each other, they did didn't they.
"Of course you can go to Seoul!" Potter burst out, interrupting them," You two should leave right away. And if anyone asks I'll just tell them you were needed in Seoul for an unexpected lecture."
"Thank you," Margaret said walking around the desk. Colonel Potter stood up and met her in a loving embrace, "This means so much to us," she whispered.
"I know honey," he whispered back. "I wish all the happiness for you, even if it includes him."
Hawkeye had been standing back, watching as they hugged tightly. Potter threw him a teasing glance as they pulled away.
"You better take good care of her, this had better not be one of your scams," this time the older man was being serious.
"I swear on my life," Hawkeye said, "I love Margaret more than anything in this world."
Margaret smiled lovingly as she heard his declaration, she melted every time he said it.
"Good, or I'll personally get take care of you myself if you hurt her. She deserves the very best."
Margaret crossed the room and wrapped her arms around Hawkeye, "It's taken me a long time and a lot of heartbreak, but I've finally found him." Hawkeye nuzzled her lovingly at her words.
Potter watched for a moment as they stood there holding each other, they looked very happy together. They had finally both found what they had been looking for.
"I have you're passes right here, you can leave whenever you like," he spoke up.
"Well shall we go?" Hawkeye asked her.
"I suppose we should, the longer we wait the longer until we find out for sure."
Potter handed them their passes, "I'll get Klinger to drive you, I don't think he'll ask any questions."
"That's fine, I suppose we should tell him anyway," Hawkeye said grinning.
"What's that Pierce?"
"It's a long story."
Hawkeye held out his hand and helped her down from the jeep. Graciously she took it and stepped down onto the sidewalk.
"Thanks Klinger," Hawkeye said as he pulled their bags from the front seat.
"No problem," the corporal responded, "I'll see you guys in a few days."
"Drive safely," Margaret had walked up beside Hawkeye.
Klinger smiled at her concern, "Thank you major, I will."
Klinger turned the engine over and put it in gear, with a smile he drove off.
Hawkeye turned to Margaret who was watching the jeep disappear. "What do you say we go check in and then I'll take you out for dinner?"
Margaret thought for a moment, "Maybe we could eat in, I've just been really achy today. I'd love to take a nice bubble bath," she told him as they walked into the lobby.
Hawkeye smiled mischievously, "Then how about I order room service while you run the bath water."
Margaret tried to sound surprised, "Really? I thought I said that I would like to take a bath, not us."
Hawkeye knew she was teasing, he could play that way too. "Fine, if that's the way you want it. You can stay upstairs and take your bath and I'll come down to the bar make conversation with that nice lady." He gestured over to an over dressed Korean woman who was sitting on a barstool. It was obvious what her choice in career had been.
"You wouldn't dare," Margaret growled as they walked over to the front desk. Hawkeye raised his eyebrows in question.
The man at the desk turned as they approached. He was a rather nice looking middle aged Korean man. "Hello sir, how may I be of service this fine evening?"
"We have reservations," Hawkeye said adverting Margaret's starring eyes.
"Under what name sir?"
"Pierce," he told him as he looked over at Margaret.
The man pulled out the card and handed him a key, "And the lady?"
Hawkeye was looking at her questionably, as if to know if she rather them sleep in separate rooms. Margaret stared at him, he could be such a pain sometimes.
She grabbed the key from his hand, "Really," she mumbled as she walked towards the elevator.
"I guess that means she's with me," Hawkeye told the confused clerk. He then picked up the bags and hurried after her.
The elevator was just shutting when he got there. Instinctively he put his leg between the closing doors and pushed his way through.
"Thanks for holding the door," he said sarcastically as he pushed the button.
"I thought you wanted to stay down here with your new girlfriend," she said coolly.
"Nah, she wasn't my type."
"Really? Then what pray tell, is your type?"
Hawkeye acted as if he had to think about that. Finally he said, "Well, she has to have long blonde hair, luscious full lips, incredibly smooth long legs, a beautiful personality," he paused, "I don't think I can say anymore. I'm not sure it's legal to say things like that in elevators. "
Margaret was having fun, "Maybe you'll just have to show me when we get to the room." She winked and stepped out as the doors opened.
Hawkeye opened the door to their room and let her walk in before him. He set their bags by the door and walked over to the window.
"This is a lovely room," she said as she walked through their suite. After a few minutes something popped into her head, "Colonel Potter didn't reserve this room. How much did you pay?"
"What makes you think I paid," he said from his perch by the window.
"There's no way the Army would give us a room like this," she motioned to everything around them. "I know you had something to do with this."
"And what if I did," he said simply.
"Hawkeye, this is the second room you've gone and paid for. Not to mention a suite!"
"It's nothing Margaret, really."
Margaret put her hands on her hips, "You're spending all this money on me for nothing."
Hawkeye turned his head and looked at her, "I'm not," he said.
Margaret gave him a confusing glance.
"First off, you're not a waste," he said walking over to her, "Second of all, this isn't spending money."
"What?" What was he talking about?
"Whenever I go on R&R by my self I always get a nice room, the pay isn't that bad." He said letting her go and walking over to the bed.
"What are you talking about? These rooms are very expensive, you can't possibly pay for them and have money left over."
"And how would you know that?" He asked as he sat on the bed and leaned back onto his elbows. Margaret looked at him questionably. How would she know that? "That's what I thought."
"You never said anything about having money before," she exclaimed as she sat beside him on the bed.
"That's because I didn't have to. I'm not like Charles, I don't have anything to prove." He brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes. Margaret was stunned, she didn't know what to think. He had never shown any signs before. How could he keep this from her?
"Why didn't you tell me?" She was feeling a bit hurt.
"Eventually I would have told you, there just wasn't any reason at the moment. I suppose I never said anything before because I knew that's what you were attracted to."
"What's that supposed to mean?" She pulled away from him wondering hand.
"I didn't want you to love me because of what I had, I wanted you to love me for me. When we first met you were only interested in men with money and power. Men with high ranks and high pay grades, I didn't want to be one of them."
"How could you think I wouldn't love you for who you are? I don't care about how much money you have." She stood up and stepped back.
Hawkeye sat up and looked at her, "It wasn't just you, it was everything. I didn't want that part of my life to take over. I don't need it, any of it. I mean, look at Charles! Can't you see how greedy and self absorbed he is?"
Margaret stared hard at him, she was debating hard with her self.
"Margaret, you can't be mad! I mean if you think about it, we hardly know anything about each other's personal lives. There is so much we don't about each other."
She let out a deep sigh, "You're right, I don't know anything about you other than what's happened here."
Suddenly she felt as if she were with someone else, she felt like she didn't know him. Hawkeye could see her distress, swiftly he went over and took her in his arms.
"That's why we're together," he whispered in her hair, "To find out everything about each other." Margaret held onto his waist, that sounded nice. Suddenly he pulled away. "Let's start right now."
"Now?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Okay, what do you want to talk about?"
"Everything, I want to know every little thing about you." Hawkeye had a broad smile on his face.
"Will you tell me something first?" She asked snuggling up to him again.
"Anything," he said holding her tight.
"How did you, you know?" She felt funny asking him, she didn't want to sound like a gold digger.
"You're talking about the money?" Margaret nodded against his chest. "My grandfather owned one of the largest apple orchards in Maine. When he died it went to my father and two of his brothers and their families. Come fall the whole family goes up there and helps with the cider making. It's sort of a family business."
Margaret had never heard anything so wholesome in her whole life. His family made apple cider, that sounded wonderful. Something about that made him even more attractive. She thought it was cute. She could just picture him standing on a ladder picking fresh apples from a big apple tree.
Hawkeye could feel her smiling against his neck, "That sounds wonderful."
"It is," he said kissing the top of her head.
Hawkeye grabbed hold of her hand and pulled her with him, "Tell me more."
"Anything you want," he said pulling her into the bathroom and closing the door.
He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, "Tell me about your family. How many cousins do you have? Tell me about your grandparents."
Hawkeye kissed her soundly as his hands began to travel to the front of her shirt. "Later," he mumbled against her warm skin as he unbuttoned her blouse.
"Okay," she got out between kisses, they were becoming more and more heated. Finally he got her shirt open, instantly he pushed it off her shoulders and onto the floor. Margaret worked hastily on his shirt as his hand slipped under the hem of skirt.
It was a while later when they had finally gotten into the tub. Margaret was lying on top of him, her head resting in the middle of his chest. He let his arm hang over the side as the other held tightly onto her. Bubbles filled the bath almost to the brim, in the background they had a few candles burning.
"I'm scared," Margaret said softly, she was opening up to him fully for the first time in days.
"About what?" He was happy she was ready to talk to him.
"Oh, a whole bunch of things."
"Tell me about them."
"I'm scared about having this baby, I'm scared if it'll be a healthy baby or not, I'm scared about losing my commission, I'm scared about getting sent back to the states with out you."
Hawkeye knew how she felt, he felt the same way. "I'll never let that happen," he whispered as he brought his other hand around her. Margaret turned over in his arms and wrapped her arms around his torso. She loved lying like that in his arms. It always made her feel better.
"You know," Margaret spoke up, "For being 6'2" you have small feet."
"I know, I get that all the time."
"Don't worry," she smiled, "You have other areas that more than make up for it."
Margaret had just put on her bathrobe and walked out into the living room to find him sitting on the couch. He was supposed to be ordering dinner while she washed her hair and dried off.
"This doesn't look like ordering room service," she said sitting on his lap.
"I'm fast, I already ordered," he told her as he flipped through the channels on the television.
"Good, I'm starved," she leaned back on him. "How long did they say the wait would be?"
"It should be here any moment," he kissed her lightly. Margaret kissed him back, letting her fingers thread through his hair. Hawkeye was just pushing the edge of her robe off her shoulders when there was a knock on the door.
"That's the food," he said as he continued to kiss her.
"Hmmm," she moaned in agreement, her mouth was a little full.
Again there was a piercing knock from the door, this time Margaret got up off his lap and allowed him up. Quickly he grabbed a shirt off the bed and went to answer the door. The food was brought in and set on the elegant table in the other room. After Hawkeye tipped the man the two sat down to eat.
"Mmm, I love mushrooms," Margaret said picking up the platter, "I forgot what real food tasted like."
"Here try some of this," Hawkeye held out a fork full of some sort of pasta and fed it to her as she opened her mouth.
"What's on that? That's really good."
"Tomato and basil," he said feeding her another bite, "Here, I also ordered some club soda."
Margaret accepted the glass with a questionable expression, "What? No wine?"
Hawkeye grinned, "Have you so soon forgotten the reason for our trip?"
"I know, I know," she grumbled, "I just really wanted some wine."
"In nine months you can."
Margaret could tell he was loving this, he was being very smug. "You're loving this aren't you?"
"Loving this? No, now I can't carry out my plans."
"Plans?" She took a drink of her water.
"I was going to get you drunk and have my way with you. I figured that the faster the better chance I'd have of getting you naked."
"Who says you need to get me drunk?" She took another sip to hid her grin. Hawkeye raised his eyebrows and gave her a pleasing look.
"Well in that case," he said pushing the robe off her shoulders and kissing a patch of bare skin just above her breast. Together the slid from their chairs and onto the floor.
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I'm so sorry I took so long to post this chapter. I'll try to be quicker about the next one. Please review!! It's a real inspiration to type quicker. Thanks.