17
It was early in the morning. Everything that had happened in the last few months now became very hard for Margaret to deal with. She had had a nightmare that night and waking up to see her belly only reminded her that everything in her dream was true. That she was replacing her daughter. That she got a second chance which she felt she didn't deserve.
"I should really just get over this," Margaret told her self as she sat up. The space next to her on the bed was empty. Confused, she just stared at the pillow. His side was even still made up.
"He never came to bed," Margaret said. She got up and grabbed her house coat. The entire house was quiet. Once downstairs she saw Daniel in the kitchen fixing breakfast. He turned around and watched as she slowly sat down. Her eyes were fixed on the door with a blank expression.
"Hawkeye got called in last night to do an emergency operation. He might have just so that he could get a nap in before driving home," Daniel said.
"What?" Margaret asked shaking her head as she came out of her daze.
"He's at work," Daniel said.
"Did he ever get to bed?" Margaret asked.
"Nope, at around eleven he had to go over to the hospital to do a heart operation. He wasn't real clear about he had to do, but like I said, I'm sure that he just stayed and slept in his office so that he wouldn't have to drive home half asleep," Daniel said. Margaret had been really worried, but now seemed to relax. The last thing that she had wanted was for something to happen to him. It seemed like now she was getting protective over those that she was close to. Just the idea that she didn't know where some one was bothered her.
Hawkeye was at his desk with his head down. Right outside his office stood Michelle Brookes. She herself loved Hawkeye. She had loved him before he had fallen in love with any of the other girls that he dated. She was one of those girls that he had only dated once. The ones that she herself called the rejects. The ones that would never get to hear from him again. But this was supposed to be different. As kids they grew up together. They even lived next to each other. It was all meant to be. Getting jealous of Carly Breslyn, she had moved out of the state. The news that Hawkeye had gotten married brought her back. There was no way that she could live without knowing how he had felt about her all this time.
"Good morning doctor," she said opening the door. Hawkeye picked his head up. Even though he still couldn't see right, he could tell who it was that was standing before him. There was no knowledge as to how she felt about him. He was just happy to see her.
"Hey Michelle," he said yawning.
"Hey yourself," she said making her way over to him. She plainly sat down in the chair in front of him. Everything was figured out and all she had to do was make sure that it was all in place.
"So, what's been going on with you?" Hawkeye asked.
"Nothing. How about you? I hear that you're married now," she said. Hawkeye's face lit up at that. He was more then excited to share that. This only made Michelle's jealousy worse.
"Yes I am. I met her in Korea when we worked together. Now pretty soon I'm going to be a father," he said. Michelle saw how much this woman meant to him. All it did was drive the sword further into her. She looked around as he went on to explain how life was over in Korea. She spotted his bag.
"Hey, is that the same one that you used to use before you went to Korea?" she asked as she got up to go over to it. Her back was now turned towards Hawkeye. As sneaky as she could, she slipped a pair of her underwear out of her front pocket of her pants and into the bag. This was very easy since he was tsill half asleep. She then picked it up and wheeled around to face him. All she had to do was see the look on his face to know that he had no idea of what she was doing.
"Yeah," he said. He found it very hard to believe that any one could find such interest in his bag, then again, he had always noticed that Michelle had been an observant person. There was nothing that you could ever get passed her.
"Well," she said walking towards him, "I guess I should let you get back to your work."
"Actually," he said standing u p and grabbing his bag," I was getting ready to leave." They both walked out together. Once Hawkeye was gone, she smugly smiled to herself. She knew that if his wife had found out about what was in his bag that the marriage should be over and that she could easily take him in.
"Hi every one," he said walking into the front door. Margaret smiled from over on the couch. She was so relieved to finally see him. There was no problem when it came to him going to work, but she just needed to know where he was. Margaret just watched him as he walked over to the couch and joined her.
"Hi. How was it last night?" she asked.
"Okay I guess. The patient lived, so there's a good thing. I just don't think that I lived through it," Hawkeye said. Margaret chuckled and then kissed him.
"How about you get dressed and I take you out to lunch?" he asked.
"Sounds great," she said. Margaret got up and then looked back at him.
"Here, I'll take you bag up for you," she said.
"Thanks," he said. Daniel waited until Margaret got up the stairs and then smiled at him.
"You know, I think that she has grown awful close to you," he said. Hawkeye looked over at him and laughed.
"Isn't that how it's supposed to be when you get married?" Hawkeye asked.
"I guess so, but you should have seen her when she came downstairs this morning. Hawkeye, she was worried about the fact that you weren't here. She sat there and watched the door," Daniel said.
"Did she really?" Hawkeye asked. Daniel just nodded at him. Hawkeye now felt bad. The more he thought about it, he could have just left a note. Anything to have gotten her through the morning with out being nervous.
Margaret went over and set the bag down on the dresser and then walked over to the closet. As she looked through her clothes, she though about how weird it was for her to have acted the way she did that morning. There wasn't a time that she could have thought of where she had acted like that for some one. Then again, she really hadn't gotten close to a lot of people.
"Here, we go," she said pulling out a shirt. She changed her shirt and decided that she had better see herself in the mirror first. It seemed as if none of her clothes had fit her and was now getting self conscious, but of course she was six months along. The only thing that bothered her was that it was the clothes from five months that weren't fitting her. She wheeled around and accidentally hit her elbow against the bag knocking it down from the dresser.
"Damn it," she said under her breathe. As she went to go pick his things up she noticed something that was brightly colored.
"No," she whimpered as she pick up the underwear. Tears rimmed her eyes as she threw them down. Everything that she had thought she had was now gone.
"I guess maybe I was too much for him," she said trying her hardest to keep from crying.