Alright folks...here you go. I'm sprry about the long wait for an update but I was out of town. Please R&R!
(Oh and I apologize for any mistakes with the french I might use...I'm using an English-French dictionary. It's all probably waaaay off track)
Major-Baby
As the jeep pulled to a stop Margaret jumped out and sprinted towards the hut. As she neared the door, she stopped cold in her tracks. In the doorway was a pool of blood. Margaret felt her knees go weak but she pushed herself inside the hut. She froze as she saw the tiny child on the table. Hawkeye pushed past her and immediately began to wrap bandages haphazardly around the baby's mangled limbs.
Margaret slowly felt the room begin to spin. She turned and ran outside, emptying the contents of her stomach behind a tree. She heard Hawkeye coming back outside and she wiped her mouth on the sleeve of her jacket.
"I'll hold her," she heard herself say. Margaret ran back to the jeep and held her arms out for the baby. Hawkeye looked at her hesitantly but then surrendered the child. Margaret bit her lip to keep herself from crying. She climbed into the jeep, followed by the young mother.
"Keep those bandages pressed tight." Hawkeye instructed her. Margaret nodded and shifted the child. For the first time Margaret actually looked down into the child's face. A sob caught in her throat and she chocked it back, refusing to let herself cry.
"David where are you?" Margaret ran into the small apartment, throwing her duffle bag onto the couch.
"I'm in here," he called from their tiny kitchen. Margaret walked into the adjoining room and laughed as she saw her husband struggling to cook dinner.
"You'll burn the house down," she teased as she pushed him away from the smoking skillet.
"Well sorry," he said sarcastically. "I thought you would like to come home to a cooked dinner for once." Margaret smiled and rolled her eyes as she placed the skillet into the sink.
"Yeah I would, but I would also like to come home to a clean apartment." She laughed at David's disappointed look and kissed his cheek.
"Thanks anyway, it was a sweet thought." David mumbled something and began to walk away.
"David, hang on." She called after him. Margaret flushed deeply and turned back to the sink. "I had an appointment with a doctor today and I uh, I mean he uh… he told me that I uh…" she began to stammer out a sentence but she was cut off by her husband's laughter.
David walked towards his wife and wrapped his arms around her. "Are you trying to tell me I'm going to be a father?" he asked, grinning broadly. Margaret smiled at her husband's exuberance and nodded.
"Pierce stop the jeep!" Margaret screamed. Hawkeye looked at her with a frown.
"What's wrong?"
"Pull the jeep over now!" Hawkeye slammed on the brakes and Margaret handed the baby to him.
"She's not breathing anymore." She sobbed. Hawkeye frantically tried to find a pulse on the child.
"There's no pulse," he whispered.
"Qu'est-ce qui est dommage?" The young woman began to tug violently on Margaret's arm, repeating the same words over and over. Margaret's eyes widened and she began to tremble violently, while she slowly shook her head.
The woman let out a heartbreaking sob as she reached for her baby. Hawkeye sadly handed the child to its mother and the woman climbed out of the jeep and began to run back to the village, clutching the mangled child to her chest. Hawkeye looked at Margaret who had turned a deathly shade of white and was shaking violently.
Hawkeye placed a comforting hand on her arm but she jerked away and climbed out of the jeep, walking along the woods towards camp.
"Madame Williamson, there is a phone call for you." Margaret nodded and instructed her pupils to keep working. Margaret was now teaching ballet in a girl's boarding school in the heart of Paris.
"Hello, this is Margaret Williamson," Margaret said as she held the phone to her ear.
"Hey Meg, can you join me for lunch?" Margaret smiled at her husband's voice.
"Of course, I'm almost done here what time do you have a break?"
They settled the time and just they were about to hang up David asked another question.
"How is Jacqui doing?" he asked anxiously.
"Jacqueline," she corrected him. "And she's doing fine. She hasn't even woken up yet." Margaret smiled and told him she loved him before hanging up the phone. Even though their daughter was four months old, her daddy still worried about her constantly. She was certainly Daddy's little princess.