A/N: Merry Christmas!
For once in my life, I was speechless. Hawkeye had given me a ring.
"Does this mean what I think it means?" I asked softly.
Hawkeye nodded. "Jaclyn, will you marry me?"
I let a grin spread over my face. "There is nothing in the world I'd rather do more."
"YAHOO!" shouted Colonel Potter.
Margaret began clapping, and everyone joined in.
The party broke up at around eleven. Hawkeye and I were the only ones left in the tent. I had a feeling that the rest were lurking outside, however.
"Well," he said. "This has been the most eventful Christmas of my life."
"No one's ever asked me to marry them before," I said.
"What about Clark?"
"He just said 'Jaclyn Waters, you are now the happiest woman in the world' and slid a ring on my finger," I explained. "No romance whatsoever. This is romantic."
"And it's not going to get any MORE romantic," Colonel Potter said as he opened the door. "Pierce, out. You've had a busy day."
Hawkeye gave me a five-second kiss, and was dragged out by Colonel Potter, B.J., and Margaret.
I sat down on the bed and looked at the ring. It was the most beautiful thing I owned.