15
Margaret was now three months pregnant. Every thing seemed to be surreal to her. If she could have relived the time that she was pregnant with Serena, this would be the way she would have wanted it. Married to the man that she loved, with some one that finally understood her, some one who loved her. The only thing she hated was knowing that Serena was still gone. No matter how happy she would get over this baby, it could never replace the sadness that she felt when Serena had died.
It was early morning when Hawkeye woke up. He opened his eyes and smiled. Margaret was still laying on his chest from last night. He enjoyed finally having some one with him. Once he actually saw her face though, his smile faded. She softly whimpered as tears went down her face.
"Margaret," he said gently nudging her shoulder.
She slowly opened her eyes. Everything she had just seen in her dream felt so real. With out knowing what to do, she sat up and turned to Hawkeye. All she did was blankly stare at him. Her eyes were rimmed with water and looked full of hurt. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him.
There was no crying, no sobbing, all she did was simply stare.
"What happened?" Hawkeye asked.
"I saw her leaving," Margaret said.
"What?" Hawkeye asked pulling her away so that he could see her face.
"It was in New York. That's where I stayed right after the war. My friend Sheryl and I shared an apartment together. Anyways, Serena ran away. I chased her down the sidewalk. She got to a subway entrance and stopped. I kept running to try and catch up with her, but she just looked back at me. I called out her name, but she just shook her head and turned away. I kept running, but she had gone down the stairs," Margaret said looking down.
"I couldn't stop her from leaving," she said.
Hawkeye looked to her with sympathy and hugged her again.
"Are you going to be okay?" he asked.
"I'm fine," she said.
"Just give me a few minutes to forget the dream," she said.
"Okay," he said.
Margaret sat back up. She felt bad about waking him up every once in a while just to hold her. It all felt silly, but then again, she needed it. She just needed some one there, and she was glad that it was him. His eyes just watched her to see what she was going to do.
"You know, I'm glad that Serena was your daughter instead of Donald's," Margaret said.
Hawkeye gave her a look of confusion.
"I'm not saying that I am glad that it was your daughter that died," Margaret said.
"That's obvious," Hawkeye said wiping her cheek.
"But, I know that if it was Donald's, that would be who my dad would have called. But I honestly think that Donald wouldn't have given me a second thought," Margaret said.
Hawkeye kissed her.
"That's why I came, because I do care," he said.
She stared at him and then backed up and smiled.
"I know. I also know that I couldn't get through any of this with out you," she said.
"Well, none of this would have happened without me," he said.
They both sat there for a minute. Hawkeye felt bad hearing that Donald didn't care, but he knew what kind of man Donald was, the man that he used to be. That was the only thing that bothered him. He had slept with woman and then cast them aside. Donald did the same thing, the only difference was that he did it while he was married.
"How would you like to go down stairs and get some breakfast?" he asked.
"I would like that, but first, could you answer a question?" she asked.
"Maybe," he said.
"Do I get in your way?" she asked.
"How?" he asked.
"Everything. The way that I sometimes wake up in the night or early morning, the way that I talk about Serena and then cry. The way that I constantly worry about the baby," she said.
Margaret was getting a little over cautious with her baby. She was starting to make sure that she would go as slow as she could down the stairs. She was only eating healthy foods and wouldn't eat any chips or drink anything other then milk or water. She always wanted to make sure that her clothes were a little loose.
"No. I still get more sleep then I did in Korea. I want to hear about Serena. And lastly, I think that it's normal for you to be protective," he said.
"But it doesn't bother you?" she asked.
"It's better then not caring at all," he said.
"I just don't understand the clothes," he said.
Margaret looked down.
"I know it's silly, but I don't want to squish it," she said.
"Margaret," he said laughing as he hugged her.
"Come on, let's go downstairs," he said.
"Okay," she said.
"You can go down, just give me a minute to get changed," she said.
"Alright," he said.
Hawkeye got up and left. Down in the kitchen sat his father who was reading over the paper.
"Good morning," Daniel said.
"Morning," Hawkeye said.
"How's she doing?" he asked.
"She had a dream," Hawkeye said.
"Another one?" Daniel asked.
"Yep," Hawkeye said.
Daniel sighed as he put the paper down. He wished that he could help out the couple, but he didn't know how. He had experienced a death in the family, but that was his wife. He could never imagine losing his own son.
There was a scream that made both of them turn their heads. Following that was a loud thump.
"Margaret!" Hawkeye yelled as he ran out to the staircase.
I know, I'm mean for leaving it there, but I couldn't resist. What do you think is going to happen? And I was just wondering if her dream sounded familiar to any one. I did get the idea from a movie. And the very last thing I have to say. We beat St. Francis!!