CHAPTER 4

When they walked onto the back porch it seemed like all eyes were on her.  Not all of them were, but a good bit of them were.  They were a nosy bunch who cared more about the gossip than the truth.  She didn't want to feed into the gossip; it was a hurtful thing to be the topic and that's why she didn't like to be a part of it.  She knew how it felt to be the one being talked about and she didn't want to do that to another person.  Hawkeye led her down the stairs and into the crowd.  She looked at her mother who was over in the corner with a group of older ladies.  The she scanned the crowd for her father.  He wasn't anywhere to found; she didn't know if that was good or bad.

"Where do you want to go?"  Hawkeye said quietly.

"To get a drink," Margaret answered hoarsely.

Hawkeye wasn't about to stop her, he too needed a drink. All those people were making him nervous. He could see how unnerved she already was. They walked to the bar where Margaret ordered a vodka for each of them. "I've met North Koreans that looked more inviting." Hawkeye commented as they took their drinks. Margaret let out an annoyed groan. He put his arm around her shoulder and hugged her to him.

"Reminded me of sharks." Katie added as she joined them.

"You didn't last long." Margaret commented.

"I came to make sure you were all right."

"I'm better now." She swallowed down the rest of her drink. 

"I got anxious when I saw them all."

"It's not you they hate." She spat as she moved away from them and ordered another drink.

"I'm sure they don't hate you." Hawkeye said. "That's why you should go talk to some of them. I won't even come with you."

"Oh no, you have stay with me." She was suddenly panicking. "Don't leave me." Margaret grabbed hold of his arm with one hand.

"Honey." He couldn't believe she was freaking out like that. "I'm not leaving; I'm just going to stand off to the side. They probably won't act so hostile if I'm not there."

Margaret looked at him and thought for a moment. After the drinks she had she wasn't thinking as clearly as normal, but she still had to give the idea some thought before reacting right away. She looked at her sister. "Will you come with me?"

"If you want me to. Do you?"

"Well, maybe you should stay with Hawkeye. I don't want them to eat him for lunch. You know how they can be."

"Margaret," Hawkeye said giving her hand a squeeze, "I don't need to be protected. Don't worry about me."

"Fine." She grabbed the drink he had in his hand and drank the rest of it. She gave him a kiss and then walked away. The alcohol was giving her some back bone.

Hawkeye looked over at Katie. "What do you think she's going to do?"

"Nothing that she shouldn't have done long ago. They've always walked all over us. Mom and Dad told us never to talk back to them, so we never did."

Hawkeye watched from the sidelines as Margaret walked over to an older woman. "Sometimes she scares me. You never know what she's going to do."

"My sister, the walking time bomb. Just imagine growing up with her."

Hawkeye chuckled. "Let me guess, you took the brunt of all those emotions she holds inside."

"Hell yes. I'm glad she found you. Now you can be the one she yells at."

"I already am."

"I'm not surprised." Katie mused.  "Something about her has changed.  You've been good for her.  She's let go of a lot grudges and let some of those walls down."


"This is year four." He informed her. "But I was the one who encouraged her to let them go, so I shouldn't really complain."

Katie laughed softly. "I didn't recognize her when she came home from the war."

Hawkeye started looking around in a slight panic. "Where did she go? I can't see her." Margaret had been standing there one moment and was gone the next.

Katie looked around for her sister. Where had she gone? "Oh no." She said when she spotted her.

"What?" He immediately became worried.

"Some of our aunts and cousins dragged her into their little circle." She bit her lip as she looked on.

"Should I go out there?" He was about to dash out and save her.

"She doesn't look like she's sinking yet. Although her hands are on her hips..."

"Oh no." Hawkeye ran a hand over his face and looked away. "That's never a good sign."

Katie tried to look on the bright side. "I don't hear shouting yet."

"I suppose that's a good sign," he said. "I know Margaret likes to yell and if she's not doing that then she must be okay."

"She's a lot stronger than she gives herself credit for."

"I know she is. But just in case she's getting ready to sink, maybe you should go over there and check up on her."

"I can do that," she smiled. She loved to see how much the couple loved each other. She wished Rick was that way all the time. When it came to her family her husband either tried to avoid them or let then walk all over him. "Watch out for Daddy," she said over her shoulder as she walked away.

Hawkeye looked around in a slight panic. He didn't want to face Al. He could if he had to, but he just didn't want to. Hawkeye watched as Katie walked over, but then he saw her turn around and head back his way. "What's wrong?"

"I don't want to be over there."

"Do I need to get over there to save her?"

Katie smiled and nodded no. "Are you crazy? She's on the warpath now. She's telling all of them just what she thinks of them and how much in love the two of you are. She's not sinking over there, she's soaring!"

"Well good for her," Hawkeye said proudly. "I knew she would be okay."

"Yeah. I'm sure all that liquor she's had this afternoon helped her along too."

"No doubt."

Katie and Hawkeye stood there for a while and watched. Neither could hear what she was saying, but it was evident from her body language that she wasn't in a dire need of help. Hawkeye recognized the way she was standing, that poised, ridged stance with her hands on her hips. He couldn't see her facial expression because her back was to him, but no one had to tell him, he'd seen it one time too often.

"We're probably going to have to leave after this." Hawkeye commented as noticed how heated everything seemed to get.

"You can't leave me here with all of them!" Katie tried to get him to change his mind. She'd go crazy if they left her alone.

Hawkeye gave her a sympathetic look. "Do you honestly think we'd be able to stay if she lets off on them?" He looked back at his fiancé. "You and I both know how she gets."

"What about dinner? Everyone's eating at the hotel restaurant tonight. You'll come won't you?"

He gave her a reassuring smile. "I'm sure she'd love to have dinner with you and Rick."

"That's wonderful." She smiled, feeling a little reassured. Then after a moment she said. "Maggie had said something about bringing along a few things for the baby..."

"Oh yes, we meant to bring that with us." He told her. In the heat of the moment they had forgotten entirely about that.

"That's no problem." She waved her hand. "I'll just drop by her room when we go for dinner."

"Oh?" He suddenly looked at her. "No, we...I mean, she could just bring it down. There's no need for you to go all the way up there."

"I don't mind at all." She patted his arm. "It's not terribly strenuous to ride the elevator."

"Yeah," he laughed nervously. "You're right. How much of a strain could that be?"

Katie smiled. "Exactly."

Hawkeye stared at Margaret again and saw that she was breaking away from the crowd of people. She didn't look stressed at all. In fact she looked rather relaxed. "What do you think happened?" He asked Katie.

"There's no telling."

Margaret walked up to the three of them with a triumphant smile on her face. "I don't think they'll be bothering me anymore."


"What did you do?"

"I just told them how I felt about them. They're a bunch of uptight snobby bitches and I don't give a damn about what they think."

Katie and Hawkeye's eyes went wide. "You didn't?!"

"Yes I did!" She insisted.

"Maggie, you have to see those people again. Why did you do that?"

"I don't give a damn what they say or think. I'm sick and tired of being looked at as a disappointment to the family. There are ones who think I should be in the army, but not at stateside hospital. There are ones that want me to get married, but only to the person that they chose. I can't win, so I finally told them I don't give a damn. And I'm glad!"

"Please, Margaret. Watch your mouth. The baby." Katie looked at her daughter. She was way too young to understand, but it was Katie's baby and her first one. She was always looking out for her and trying to keep anything bad away.

"Sorry." She wrapped her arms around Hawkeye's torso and gave him a soft kiss before laying her head on his chest. "I feel so much better."

Hawkeye held her close and let her relax a little. "Good, but are we going to have to leave town?"

"Hell no!" She looked over at her sister, "Sorry."

"Yeah, yeah."

Margaret looked up at Hawkeye. "I'm on a role. Who's next?" She looked around the room.

"Maggie." It was her sister talking. "Don't you think you've had enough?" She was beginning to worry that Margaret was starting to make a spectacle of herself.

"And back down now?" Margaret couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had finally showed them all and now Katie was telling her it was too much.

"Well, you do have to see them again, and they are your family."

"I don't give a damn about them. For the first time in my life I am taking charge over what I do."

Katie covered the baby's ear as she held her against her chest. "You're going to start a scene." She said in a hushed voice. "Look, I'm proud of what you did, but you can't just start attacking people."

Margaret's eyes flared for a moment. "I can when they attack me and my future husband." She tightened an arm around his waist. Hawkeye kept his mouth closed, this was between the two of them, he didn't need to get caught in the middle of it.

"As you should, but all I'm saying is don't go looking for it." She said.

Margaret sighed as she tried to calm down. "Fine." She told the both of them. "But the instant anyone says anything, I won't be merciful."

"Thank you." Katie smiled.

"You're a pain in my ass." Margaret said to her little sister.

Katie rolled her eyes and looked at her daughter. "Your aunt is horrible! How can she forget about you and your little ears? She's going to scar you for life."

"I am not," Margaret said with a smile.

"Ok you two," Hawkeye cut in. "That's enough. We don't need to start a fight here. You're on the same team."

Margaret smiled at him. "Now how about that drink?"

"How about no," Hawkeye said. "Take it easy. We have to go to dinner with these people tonight and we'll see them tomorrow too."

"Shi..."

Hawkeye covered her mouth before she could finish. "Sshh," he pointed to the baby. She rolled her eyes and bit his hand. "Son-of-a-bitch! That hurt!"

"Oh my god," Katie groaned. "You two are horrible."

Margaret grinned at Hawkeye. "Not so easy, is it?"

"That was your fault. You did it on purpose."

"And what are you going to do about it?" She challenged teasingly.

He narrowed his eyes and then a smile spread across his face. He couldn't resist kissing her, so that's just what he did. He took her into his arms and gave her a gentle loving kiss. "You're lucky I love you so much."

Katie stood to the side rolling her eyes. "You two are worse than a couple of love sick teenagers."

Margaret grinned as she kissed him again. Her sister would have died if she knew about the things they did when they were alone. "I think we've gone past that." She said to Katie with her eyes still focused on him.

"Excuse me?"

Margaret grinned and looked at her. "You could hardly call us teenagers."

"It doesn't matter; you're still making me sick."

"Well, it shouldn't." She looked at him again. Then while still talking to her sister she said, "After all, you're married and you have a child."

"Yes, but Rick and I don't act like that." She motioned to the arms around each other and the teasing kisses.

"Maybe you should." Margaret grinned. She hadn't seen them pay one ounce of affection to the other.

"And just what is that supposed to mean?!"

"Well..."

"Hold it you two," Hawkeye said. "I don't think you should go there." He knew Margaret had had a little too much to drink and she could be brutally honest when she was drunk or even just on a buzz. Margaret had told him about Katie and Rick and that they didn't have the most affectionate relationship.

Katie nodded her head in agreement. "I'm going inside to make a call."

"Okay."

Hawkeye looked at his fiancé when her sister was out of ear shot. "Watch what you say to her."

Margaret placed her hands on her hips and stood strait. "Don't tell me what to do!"

"Honey, I'm not, but you've had a few drinks and you know what happens. You tend to be too honest and you hurt people."

"I know," she breathed. "How about I get some water?"

"That sounds good to me," he smiled.

She hooked her arm through his and they walked over to the bar together. The passed a few people and received some glances and looks, but Hawkeye made Margaret keep walking before she jumped down their throats. He felt like a babysitter, but that was fine.

"What time is it?" Margaret asked him once they had their drinks.

Hawkeye looked at his watch. "It's about three now. Do you have any idea what time dinner is?"

Margaret shook her head. "Not a clue."

He stood a little closer to her. "I was hoping we would have time to relax and be alone for a while before it was time to eat."

"That sounds like a good idea." She leaned against him. "I don't want to be here anymore."

"I know sweetheart." He rubbed her back. "When Katie comes back we'll tell her we're leaving."

"That'll make her upset." She said. "Well, even more than she already is."

Hawkeye chuckled. "You shouldn't have brought that up."

"Well it's not my fault if they're having trouble in bed."

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Hawkeye called a cab while Margaret found Katie and told her they were leaving. Katie's cool and subtle attitude suddenly faded away when she heard her sister was leaving her. Margaret consoled her and promised they'd see one another at the hotel for dinner. Things were getting too tense and she needed a break before the next round.

"Mom's going to be mad when she finds out you left." How she could become even more angered was beyond question.

"Let her rave, what's she going to do?"

Katie sighed. "It'll sure make dinner more interesting."

"We aren't sitting at the same table as them are we?" Margaret wouldn't go if they were. She couldn't stand it.

"I don't think so, all though some of the girls might."

"Wonderful."

"Hopefully it'll be just us."

"Hopefully."

The cab pulled up and Hawkeye took her hand as they walked out to meet it and got inside. Margaret waved back to her sister as they drove away.

They were pretty quite on the way home. The alcohol was fading in Margaret's system by now so she wasn't so aggressive. She could be aggressive sexually when she was like that which Hawkeye didn't mind, but she could also be mean, which he didn't like. He figured he'd give her time relax and calm down before he said anything. If a person caught her at the wrong second she could blow up. She was a little difficult to predict when she was drinking. She was like a walking time bomb normally, but the alcohol increased the chances that she would go off.

When they got back to the hotel they went silently to the room. Margaret held his hand and let him lead the way. She felt so much better being out of reunion. Hawkeye led her into the room and they sat down on the couch. Margaret laid down and laid her head on his lap and looked up at him.

"That was exhausting."

"I know," he said moving some hair of her face. "Soon it'll all be over."

"What about the wedding?"

"Don't tell me you're inviting all those people."

Margaret had never really thought about it. In her family they usually had big weddings where all of the Houlihans attended. She didn't do that in her first marriage because she couldn't. So she had assumed since she was back in the states it would just be the normal wedding that the Houlihans had. She looked into Hawkeye's eyes and smiled. "There's no way in hell that I'm going to invite all of those people. If I had it my way the only one who would be there would be my sister and her family. Too bad Janie wasn't older; she could be our flower girl."

"We'll have to find another little girl for that."

"Yeah."

"You know, I'd stay right here in this room if I didn't think someone would come looking for me tonight at dinner."

"We have to go. You promised Katie that you would be there."

"Yeah, let's just hope she doesn't ask to escape to my room."

Hawkeye gasped remembering what Katie had said earlier. "Yeah, we have a slight problem."

"What's that?" One more thing really wasn't going to make any different. She laced her fingers through his.

"We forgot the gifts for Janie, so Katie said she's going to come up here and get them."

"But I never told her the room number." Margaret looked up at him with a confused look.

"What about when you gave her the phone number?"

"Oh, that's right." She covered her face with her arm. "Damn it." Margaret cursed. "Shit."

"What are we going to do?" He asked her. They didn't need Katie finding out about them staying together.

"Well, we'll just have to be down there before her." She said with a groan. "I'm sorry Hawk." Now she wanted to cry. "I'm just messing everything up today."

"No honey." He stroked her hair. "It's okay. Don't worry about it." The alcohol was still having it's way with her. Margaret started crying and buried her face in his stomach. 

"Just relax." He held her closer as he started to rub her back. "It's just you and me." Margaret relaxed against him and laid her head on his chest.

"Take me home." She whispered. "Please." Hawkeye heard how distressed she was and wanted nothing more than to do that. He situated her in his arms and picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. Hawkeye laid her on the bed and removed her shoes. He sat beside her feet and started to massage them. "You're too good to me, you know that?" She said sleepily.

"You just keep kicking my butt and we'll call it even." He grinned.

"Mmm..." She smiled and reached for him. Hawkeye let go of her feet and crawled up the bed to her awaiting arms. She hugged him to her as he settled himself next to her. "This is much better." She breathed.

"Mmm hmm..." He agreed as he laid his head on her chest. "You know something, alcohol really does something to you."

"I know, my temper flares and I get a little out of control, what's new?" She was sick of hearing about it.

"You are incredibly feisty." He kissed her neck. "I should get you drunk more often. We could have some real fun then."

She giggled a little bit.  "You just happen to catch me in the right mood, that's all."

"I'm lucky then."

"Maybe you will be," she teased.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure I will," he kissed her neck. "You don't seem to be resisting."

All of a sudden she rolled them over so she was lying on top of him. "If you won't take me home, then we're going to at least act like we're on vacation for a little bit."

"Well we've never been on a vacation together before. What are we supposed to do?"

She leaned down and kissed him. "Whatever we want."

"Ah," he grinned. He started to pull up the skirt of her dress so she wasn't sitting on it. "Then this has to come off." He pulled it over her head. "And this needs to go too." He pulled her down so he could unsnap her bra and he tossed it to the side.

"Wow, wait. There's some things that I want too." She pulled his shirt up and over his head. "This needs to go, and so does this." She started with the buckle.

"I like this," he said.

"You'll like it even better once those pants come off."

His eyes widened and he decided right then and there that he was going to get her to drink more often. She was very aggressive and he loved when that happened. Lately he had been the aggressor because she had been so preoccupied with the events with her family.

Margaret finally got the buckle undone and moved to open his pants. Without any problem at all she popped the button and pulled down the zipper. "I love it when you're like this." He grinned and willingly obliged to her tugging. Hawkeye lifted his hips and allowed her to pulled his pants off.

"We're on a vacation, I can't let you have all the fun." She smiled as she moved back up his body to kiss him.

"I hope being on vacation means a lot more of this." He kissed her back as she pulled his head closer to hers.

Margaret straddled his lap as she kissed him and then moved away to suck at his neck. "You don't think I let you buy all that mysterious lingerie for nothing do you?"

He started fingering the waist of her panties as she worked on his neck. "What if we just spend the rest of the week in here?"

"My sister would come looking for us." She moved to kiss his lips.

"We wouldn't have to answer the door." Margaret moved down and started kissing his chest.

"Is sex all you think about?"

"At the moment," he breathed as she kissed lower. "Yes."

She ran her hands up along his sides and then back down his chest, feeling the hard muscles. When she reached the band of his underwear she moved back a little so she could she him and admire the way he looked in them, he looked wonderfully appetizing, especially in the state he was in at that moment. "I think these boxer briefs look very good on you."

"They'd feel much better off if you get my drift," he breathed.

She grinned. "I do. I can also see your 'drift'."

"Yeah."

She kissed him once more. Then she moved her hands down to the waist band of his underwear. She started to tug at them and he lifted his hips to let her do so. He laid there and let her tease him for a little, but he couldn't take it much longer. He flipped her over in one quick swoop and started to kiss her from her head and worked his way down. When he reached her stomach he started to pull at her panties to get them off of her. Once he accomplished that Margaret turned things around again so she was back in control. Most of the time she loved to be made love to, but this afternoon was different. She wanted to be in control and that was very clear to Hawkeye.

*******

It was thirty very wild and passionate minutes that they laid together on the floor. Neither knew how exactly they got there, but they knew they had fun getting there. Margaret laid with her head on his chest and her whole body resting against his. "That was sooo good."

"Yeah."

Margaret smiled against his chest enjoying the feeling of his hands on the back of her head playing with her hair. "We have to take a shower."

"I don't think I'm up for that."

"What?"

"You know how our showers are. I've 'performed' three times today already. I don't think I can go for a shower right now."

"You've done more."

He grinned proudly. "I know."

She yawned. "How about a nap?"

"Sounds good." He started to move, but she didn't budge. "Honey, I need to get up."

"Why? Let's stay here."

"On the floor? That's too uncomfortable."


"I like being this close to you."

He kissed the top of her head. "I promise we'll find something just as comfortable on the bed."

Margaret moved off him so he could stand up. He offered her his hands and helped her to her feet. When he turned around to pull back the bedding she wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned against his back.

"You're warm." Margaret mumbled against his skin. She was tired and wanted nothing but to cuddle with him.

Hawkeye turned in her arms. "I'm also sweaty." He said as he moved back and pulled her into the bed.

"I don't mind." She snuggled against him, burring her face in his chest. Margaret loved everything about him, even the way he smelled. She didn't mind his sweaty body, she was sweaty too. "You know exactly how to make me feel better. That was just what I needed after today."

Hawkeye chuckled. "That was all you baby, I hardly did a thing."

"Well, I wouldn't say hardly." She grinned.

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The nap had rejuvenated Margaret, making her feel better about seeing her family again. She had slept most of her hangover off, lifting that clouded feeling inside her head. When she awoke the first thing she saw was a sleeping Hawkeye lying peacefully beside her, she couldn't help but smile at the feeling of his arms around her.

Her movements startled him and awakened him, causing him to open his eyes and look down at her. "Did we over sleep?" He asked groggily.

"No, we've got about an hour before we need to head down." She said after she'd turned and looked at the clock.

"Damn." He grumbled. Margaret smiled; she too wanted to spend the rest of the day in bed with him.

"We won't stay long." She told him, she'd thought about this earlier. "Just long enough to eat and spend some time with Katie, and then we come right back to this."

"Sounds good to me." He hugged her closer. They spent a few more minutes cuddling and then got up and went to shower. Once Hawkeye was clean she made him get out so she could wash without his hands in the way. He picked up a towel and sat down on the toilet seat and waited for her to finish. "What are you going to do about Katie?"

"Hopefully I'll catch her before she can catch us."

"Yeah. So hurry up." He prompted.

She opened the curtain and looked at him. "Why don't you go get dressed?" Margaret asked. He was just sitting there.

"I want to wait for you."

"Please?"

"No."  He stood up and wiped some fog off of the mirror so he could see himself.  He waited in there until she was finished and then they both walked back out to the bedroom to find things to wear. 

He sat down on the bed and watched her.  She went straight to the closet and started to find something to wear.  "I have nothing here."

"We just went shopping.  How could you have nothing?"

"I just don't."

"Why don't you wear the dress you wore today?"  He suggested.

"That's why."  She pointed to the corner of the room.

He glanced over to see it looking all disheveled on floor, Hawkeye really hadn't given it much thought when he pulled it off her and tossed it aside. "Fine then, wear something else. You've got plenty of nice dresses."

"But that's the problem, I don't know which one." She emphasized to him.

Hawkeye walked over to the closet and started rummaging around. After a few minutes he pulled one out and showed it to her. "This one."

Margaret looked it over. "No. It shows more skin then the last one. We'd only be down there for thirty minutes before I'd have to bring you back up."

Hawkeye grinned mischievously. "It's an excuse to leave isn't it?"

She threw a pair of socks at him. "Not when my fiancé, whom my family hates, is aroused!"

"Well, then we better not go." He tossed the socks behind him.

"No." She told him. "I just won't wear this dress." Margaret hung it back up. "My sister would only have to take a quick look at it and notice your body language to know what we've been up to." She walked back over to him with her hands on her hips.

"You make it sound like what we've been doing is wrong."

"I didn't say that."

"Good." He pulled her onto his lap and fell back so they were lying on the bed and he was on top of her.

"Hawkeye..."

"Yes?"

"Don't even think about it!"

"What?"

She moved away and stood up. "You know what I mean. Just get dressed."

"Fine." He laid there on the bed.

She picked up a dress and started to put it on. Then stood looking in the mirror. She turned around to see how it looked, but it wasn't what she was going for. Tossing it to the side she picked out another one from the closet. She held it up and examined it for a moment. "What about this?"

"Whatever you want is fine."

"You're not any help. And why aren't you getting dressed?"

"I'm watching you. You're a lot more fun to watch."

She rolled her eyes. "You need to get dressed. I don't want Katie coming up here."

"Margaret, it will take me two seconds to get dressed. You're the one that needs to hurry."

"Well, help me then!" She was getting frustrated with not knowing what to wear.

She was putting way too much thought into what she was going to wear. No one needed to think that much about going to dinner. He stood, walked over to the closet and pulled out a nice white dress. "Where this one."

"I can't. What if I hold the baby? It'll get too dirty."

"Okay," he put it back. He stood there for a moment and then pulled out a nice blue one. One of the ones she had bought the day before. "This one."

"You really like it on me?"

"I love it on you."

Margaret held it up and looked at it again. "I suppose it'll work." Hawkeye rolled his eyes. Margaret glanced over at him, he was still naked. "Well, are you just going to stand there?!" Hawkeye jumped slightly at her tone. "My sister could be in the hotel at this very moment and you don't have a damn thing on!"

Hawkeye was very puzzled by her sudden change in attitude. "I'm moving." He told her, not wanting to argue. Margaret glared at him and watched as he turned to dress. He pulled out a pair of boxers before walking over to the closet.

Margaret slipped on her dress and went to put on her make up in the bathroom. "You better be dressed by the time I come back." She told him and shut the door. Hawkeye sighed and shook his head, she was incredible.

When Margaret immersed a little later she found Hawkeye standing in the middle of the room putting on his watch. He was wearing a pair of black pants and a matching jacket. His white shirt was only partially buttoned so it exposed his upper chest. She was surprised that he had already combed his hair and put on his shoes.

Hawkeye looked over at her when she entered the room. "Ready when you are."

"Are you going to put on a tie?" She asked him as she slipped on her heels.

"No." Was his only answer.

Margaret walked over to him and buttoned a few more buttons so the top two were left open. Even though he wasn't wearing a tie he still looked good. "How do I look?" She was nervous about going to dinner and it was evident to Hawkeye.

"You look wonderful." He looked her up and down.

Margaret gave him a relieved smile. "Thanks, so do you."

"I'm glad you approve." He mocked her. She swatted him and picked up her purse.

"Come on, let's get this over with."