-sigh- I know, another story. But I've been toying around with this idea for quite a while and I wanted to do it. I'm sorry about my horrible updates but I really am trying to get them up faster... so sorry /
Anyway, this isn't really a romance, not until the very end anyway... well and in the middle... and a little in the beggining. Haha, I hope you enjoy it!
"Margaret, calm down" Hawkeye tried to grab at his wife's shoulders but she jerked away angrily.
"Calm down, how can you tell me to calm down? Damn it, Hawk, we can't do this!"
Hawkeye dropped onto the bed; tired of fighting. "Well we don't have much of a choice now do we?" Hawkeye rubbed his hands across his eyes wearily and looked across the room at Margaret who had her arms crossed defiantly and was chewing her lips in agitation.
"I can manage, Margaret," he told her softly. Margaret shot a furious glare his way before turning to face the wall in an attempt to control her emotions.
"You think this is all about you?" she seethed after a moment of silence. "The hell with you," her volume began to gain intensity with each word. "I can't do this! Me, Margaret Houlihan; it has nothing to do with you! There is no way on earth that I can raise a baby!"
Hawkeye stood up and backed Margaret into a corner, placing his hands firmly on her shoulders, pinning her to the wall. "Well you're obviously going to have to try," he whispered softly. "We both are."
"As soon as this thing is born," Margaret paused and took a deep breath, preparing herself for the explosion she knew was about to come from her husband. "I'm putting it up for adoption."
Hawkeye took several quick steps backwards in shock. "'This thing'," he muttered in disbelief, quoting Margaret's calloused term for the child inside her.
Margaret tensed and looked at the floor waiting for his furious shouts; they didn't come and she looked up at his hesitantly. All she saw was sadness and she felt an unexpected pang of guilt that she hurriedly pushed aside.
"It's going to be hard," he began quietly. "But I want this baby, Margaret. We can do this."
Margaret looked back at the floor shaking her head sadly. "You don't understand," she mumbled.
Hawkeye watched her for a moment, holding his breath as he waited for her to say something. He knew her next words would determine the rest of his life. "Please Margaret," the small plea slipped through his lips with uncertainty.
Margaret looked back up at him and shook her head once more. She crossed the room and opened the closet door, removing a few of her dresses. "You don't understand Hawk," she mumbled reluctantly. "You never understand."
Hawkeye closed his eyes and took a deep breath in an effort to calm his nerves as he walked into the judge's office.
"Ah, hello Dr. Pierce," an old man nodded to him from behind a large oak desk as Hawkeye walked through the door.
"Judge Simons," he mumbled, staring towards the young couple seated in front of the desk.
"Dr. Pierce this is Brett and Marjorie Williams," the judge informed him, indicating the young couple. "They asked me to call this meeting."
Marjorie Williams glanced nervously at her husband who nodded. She stood up and reached over to shake hands with Hawkeye.
"Doctor, we really had no idea that…" she cut herself off and took a shaky breath. "We were only told that there was a child… I mean that the mother wished to…I didn't know anyone wanted the boy." She finished lamely. "The adoption agency we were working through never mentioned that the parents were trying to regain custody. Please believe that if we would have known that we never would have adopted your son."
Hawkeye still felt sick as he tried to piece together just what this woman meant to accomplish by telling him how sorry she was. He had spent the past eight months looking for Margaret, and then for the baby. Finally last week he learned that immediately after giving birth Margaret had signed documents giving the baby to the couple sitting before him. It was then that Hawkeye had gone to a lawyer, begging the man to help him get his son back.
"We want you to have your son, Doctor," Marjorie's quiet voice jerked him back into reality.
"I get my son back?" he asked uncertainly, wondering if he had misunderstood her. The couple nodded and Hawkeye glanced nervously at the judge, unsure if it was true.
Judge Simons nodded and Hawkeye grinned as he jumped up to shake hands with the couple once again. "Thank you so much," he mumbled, finding his throat clogged with emotion. "You'll never know how much this means to me," his voice was barely above a whisper and yet he still was having trouble steadying his voice.
Both Marjorie and Brett smiled; Marjorie's eyes were moist with tears. "Your son is in the main lobby," she mumbled. "We left him with Nancy Parkinson from the adoption agency. She says there are several papers you need to sign."
Hawkeye stood up and smiled gratefully. "Thank you both so much." He made his way towards the door and paused. "Did you name him?" he asked hesitantly.
Marjorie smiled, "We named him Daniel Benjamin… or Danny; at the request of your wife."
At the mention of Margaret Hawkeye felt as if he had been punched in the gut. He swallowed the hard lump in his throat and walked outside of the office and down the long hallway trying his best to steady his breathing.
He pushed open the large double doors at the end of the hallway and quickly scanned the large lobby. A middle-aged woman, looking very prim and business like, sat stiffly holding a tiny child. Hawkeye approached them rapidly.
"You must be Doctor Pierce," she said stoically. "I'm Nancy Parkinson…"
Hawkeye didn't hear a word; he was staring intently at the sleeping bundle in her arms he knew was his son. "Do you mind?" he interrupted her and reached for his son.
The woman smiled unexpectedly as she handed him the baby. "You haven't held him yet, have you?" she asked softly.
Hawkeye shook his head absent-mindedly as he stared at his son in wonder. "Hey Danny," he whispered, stroking the baby's cheek with his free hand. A drop of water landed on the baby's cheek and Hawkeye realized he was crying. He quickly wiped away his tears onto his sleeve and placed a gentle kiss on the baby's forehead.
"I love you," he mumbled. Hawkeye looked up and noticed Miss Parkinson had discreetly moved a few feet away, spreading out several papers on a coffee table. Hawkeye moved towards her, feeling as if his life was slowly being pieced back together.