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About a month had passed since they had moved together to live with Daniel. Since they were getting married, Margaret had decided to sell her house and just stay with Hawkeye. They had been planning their wedding which was going to be the following weekend. Father Mulcahy had agreed to do the wedding for them, which was going to be done in the back yard. Most of their friends were going to be there. They were sitting on the couch in the living room going over guest list.
"Are the Hunnicutts going to make it?" Hawkeye asked.
"Yes," Margaret said looking down at a list that she made.
Margaret made sure that there had been a check by his name and then looked back up at Hawkeye.
"Okay, what about the McIntyres?" he asked.
"Yes," she said doing the same as she had done before.
"Hawkeye?" she asked looking up.
"Yes?" he asked.
"I think that it is safe to say that every one is coming," she said rather irritated.
"Okay," Hawkeye said.
Hawkeye looked at Margaret and waited for an explanation. As he did he could see the hurt in her face. Come to think about it, she had been fidgety all morning. That was something that he had expected of himself, but she usually enjoyed this. He knew that it couldn't be about the guest list. It was him who had made sure that every one was coming.
"Something wrong?" he asked.
Margaret's eyes widened in realization of what she had just done.
"No. No, of course not. Now let's get back to the guest list," she said.
Hawkeye looked at her with hesitance.
"Maybe we should take a short break and come back to it later," Hawkeye suggested.
Margaret just looked up.
"Okay," she said.
Hawkeye took the list from her and looked it over. Every one was coming. Even her father was going to be there. How could that upset her? He then set it down on the table. Once he looked up, he had noticed that Margaret was gone.
"Margaret?" he asked.
Margaret was up stairs standing in the bathroom with the door shut. She leaned against the wall as she stared straight ahead at the mirror in front of her. Staring at the person who stood before her. Arms crossed, blank expression, it was all the same. The same person that never took anything from any one, the same person who thought that the army was the only reason to live. That same person with tears slowly falling from their eyes. That same person not knowing what to do any more. That same scared, confused person that could easily be hurt by those around her.
"Oh God," she said as she covered her face with her hand and looked down.
"I can't do this," she said crying into her hand.
She allowed her body to slowly slide down along the wall and eventually sit on the floor. All she could do was stare in disbelief of what was happening.
"Margaret?"
Margaret looked up towards the door and wiped her eyes.
"Yes?" she asked as she tried her hardest to keep her voice steady.
Hawkeye poked his head in. It broke his heart to her the way she was. He knew that she was going through a rough time, but she had been better. Last week she had been herself. Why would she suddenly go backwards? He cautiously went over to her and sat down beside her.
"Hey," he softly greeted while lifting her chin up so that he could have eye contact with her.
She just stared up at him. His face was full of concern, a rarity for her to actually see from some one when it came to her. His face was starting to show hurt. With out a second thought, she threw her arms around him. He sat there and rubbed her back as she sobbed into his shoulder. After a few minutes, Margaret lifted her head up and rested her chin on his shoulder.
"I love you," she said trying to steady her voice as well as she could.
"I love you to," Hawkeye responded.
"And Hawkeye," she said.
"Yes?" he asked.
"I would never do anything to hurt you. I just hope that you know that," she said.
Hawkeye just stared with confusion. What was she planning on doing? Skipping out on the wedding? He wanted so badly to ask her what she had meant by that. The only thing keeping him from doing just that was the fact that so was breaking down right in his arms. The last thing he wanted to do was to make her feel like he was turning her away.
"I know," he said.
I'm so happy!! (I know that's very hard to tell with the kinds of stories I write, but it is possible) Central has Monday off! And they have the FRESHMEN to thank for that J