Disclaimer: The usual. I don't own any characters or any TV shows. And if I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfic for it, I'd be writing it into the script.

Hawkeye woke slowly, not from the blaring of an alarm, or from being jarred awake by incoming casualties, or from the frightening climax of a nightmare as had happened so frequently in the few months since the end of the war...but from the soft and gentle movements of the warm body beside him. Her head was laying on his chest, as well as her hand, and both of his arms were around her. He looked down at her and saw that she still slept soundly, despite her movement that had woken him. The clock on the bedside table said that he still had quite a few hours to sleep yet, and he almost drifted off again, when he once again felt the movement. Looking down at her peaceful, serene face, he realised that it wasn't Margaret who was moving, it was his child, inside her. She was about 6 months along, and he could feel the movement of his baby through her skin, pressed up against his side. He moved one hand gently down to feel the stretched skin of her abdomen, and something, either a hand or a foot, responded with a good strong punch or kick. His baby, their firstborn child. It was the moments like these that he most looked forward to fatherhood, but at the same, it was in moments like these that the thought most scared him. How could he be responsible for someone's life? And yet, he knew already that he would love this little one with everything he had. He once again wrapped his arms tight around Margaret and pulled her even closer to him, drifting off again into a peaceful sleep.

Author's note: I know, I know, it was all fluff, and ya'll expect better than that...but what can I say, I was bored. I would still LOVE to hear what ya'll think, so PLEASE REVIEW! Thanks. Sara