"Margaret?" Hawkeye called as he walked up to the blonde resting on the sandy beach.
"What do you want?" Margaret asked not opening her eyes.
"I thought you were looking for a lawyer?" Hawkeye asked sitting down next to her.
"l thought I'd sober up some."
"We've got a little over 24 hours in Tokyo. Why waste it with lawyers. We can get divorced in Korea. We can have fun in Tokyo. Something nice to remember our marriage by."
"Really?" Margaret asked suspiciously opening her eyes.
"Yeah. Why not? It is your birthday present after all."
"Right," Margaret said nodding her head. "My birthday."
"You're old now, remember," Hawkeye said with a grin.
"Shut up."
Hawkeye and Margaret had a wonderful first day as man and wife. They spent the day at the beach and then in bed. In the evening they decided to have a real date-date and went to dinner and dancing. When they returned to the hotel Margaret drew a bubble bath and the two relaxed and talked. They had sobered up by the time they had returned to the hotel but began drinking again as they soaked in the tub.
"You want to hear something sad?" Margaret asked as she tossed her legs over the side of the bath tub.
"Always," Hawkeye said dryly, rolling his eyes and taking a sip from his martini.
"Our marriage is better than mine with Donald. I had my dream wedding with you. And we had sex and more sex," Margaret said laughing. "And - and fun."
"I told you we'd have fun."
"When?"
"In our vows. I said we'll have fun," Hawkeye reminded laughing. "And not that it wasn't wonderful but this was your dream wedding?"
"Yeah. I had my beautiful dress, a large ring, an officer and successful surgeon, and - and this is most important - a raspberry filled cake."
"What about your family? Or friends?" Hawkeye asked racing his hands along her leg.
"You're my best friend," Margaret said taking a deep breath. "And you were there. And I'm glad that my family wasn't. That's part of the fantasy."
"Why? I thought you adored your father."
"I do. I do. I love my Dad but well, he's not big for showy occasions and such."
"What about your Mom?"
"My mother and I aren't especially close. She'd probably spend the whole time comparing me to Julia - my older sister - and telling me how I could improve myself by being more like her. And I know Julia would do the same thing. Plus my family fights all the time. All of them. Aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents. It's a mess."
"That's too bad."
"I'm sure your family is perfect," Margaret said enviously. "You're always so happy to hear from your Dad."
"My family isn't perfect but I'm close to my Dad. It's just been us for over twenty years. My Aunt Maria moved away when I was 12. My grandma died when I was in high school. My Dad isn't especially close to his other sister. And we don't talk much with my Mom's family so my family is pretty small."
"What happened to your Mom?"
"She had cancer. I didn't know because I was young and she put on a brave face. One day my Dad came home and told, me she was gone," Hawkeye said drifting away in his memories.
"I'm sorry." Margaret apologized.
"It was a long time ago." Hawkeye replied shrugging his shoulders.
"You were right yesterday when you said I was screwed up." Margaret said after awhile.
"We're all screwed up."
"No. I'm really screwed up, particularly with men. When I was sitting in Kyle's room I just kept thinking why am I here? I told you that list of things I wanted by now and I know I would never get that with him. I'm constantly attracting the wrong men. Old and unavailable Generals, selfish and married Franks, idiots and piggish Donalds, womanizing and disrespectful Scullys. I never go for the good guys like you."
"I'm a womanizer."
"No your not," Margaret said shaking her head. "You sleep with a lot of women but your respectful. You have your fun but you care. You're not trying to hurt anyone. You always want to fix things."
"I'm a doctor. It's my job," Hawkeye reminded.
"Yeah." Margaret replied reclining back in to the tub. "It was nice of you to marry me Ben. Although now I'm going to be twice married and twice divorced in this endless police action - I appreciate it."
"What are friends for?" Hawkeye said pulling Margaret towards him. "You know what? I think I forgot to give you your birthday kisses yesterday."
"We had plenty of kisses yesterday," Margaret reminded as their faces were inches apart.
"Those were wedding kisses," Hawkeye said. "Plus I was far to drunk to remember those."
"Right," Margaret said smiling as Hawkeye brushed his lips against hers.
"One," Hawkeye counted as he pulled his lips away briefly. "Two…."