A/N: I am so sorry that I haven't posted in forever! I've been getting such nice reviews and I'm a terrible person, but life has just been so hectic. I'm going to try to post more often with smaller parts. That should help. Thank you guys so much if you all are still reading! xoxoxo

The next day was the funeral. Margaret thought it was odd that Hawkeye sat nowhere near her and Emma, choosing a spot next to Charles instead. Hawkeye had been fairly attached to Margaret and Emma so far, but ever since Hawkeye went out to talk to Emma, he steered clear of the two and Emma hardly said a word to anyone. She looked like she was thinking all the time.

Emma didn't take Hawkeye's distance as "time to think" or "space" lightly. It upset her. And when they returned to the house after the funeral, Emma planned to confront him about it.

Once everyone arrived back at the house, they all took time to get changed into more comfortable clothes. It had been an emotionally exhausting day for everyone. Once Emma had changed, she told her grandmother that she was going to take a walk, go see the animals or something. Margaret, like most everyone else, decided to lay down for a little while before heading down for dinner.

As she walked outside, she could see that the sun was beginning to set, and that Hawkeye was sitting on the bench swing alone. Staring into space.

"Hawkeye?" He jarred his head toward her.

"Oh hi Emma." She sat down next to him and he looked uncomfortable. He had been doing a lot of thinking.

"Look Hawkeye, I just wanted to let you know that you don't have to do anything. Anything at all. See I was just curious. I have always wanted to know who my grandfather was. My Gram said it never really bothered my dad. But I've just always wanted to know. And now I'm pretty sure that I do. But I'll ask Gram. But not here. I'll ask once we get home, to Boston. That way you'll never have to know, or face my grandmother, or do anything. At all. I'll know and your life won't change. That wasn't my goal when I started thinking about this. I didn't want to ruin your life, I just wanted to satisfy my curiosity. Please, accept my apology. Can we just forget about this whole thing? We'll leave and everything will be fine."

Hawkeye looked up for the first time since Emma had begun talking.

"What's your middle name?"

"What?"

"Your middle name. What is it?"

"Cecilia. It's a Houlihan family name. Why? What's yours?"

"Franklin. Remember? Benjamin Franklin Pierce?"

Emma laughed. "That's right."

"What's your favorite color?"

"Pink, I guess. Or green. I never really thought about it. Yours?"

"Red. Ever since the war, red. What was the happiest day of your life?"

Emma stopped. Frowned. And thought hard. Hawkeye realized that most days had to be hard when you've lost both of your parents.

"Nevermind. New question."

"No! Just let me think on it. I'll get back to you on it. What was yours?"

"The day I went home. Wait. No. The day before I went home. I told your grandmother I wanted her to come home with me. I gave her my phone number and my address. I told her to call or just to come. She didn't. Now I think I know why. I believed that she would so much so that I waited for five years. I never went on a date, never went on vacation. I just waited for her. Until I realized she wouldn't come. Then I was mad for another good three years. And then for about two years I was desperate and tried contacting her over and over. But she never responded. Then I gave up and moved on. But I never really did. I never got married. I just lived my life."

Hawkeye looked up and saw the expression on Emma's face. She looked taken aback.

"Sorry. I shouldn't have even gone there. New question. When's your birthday?"

"November 6th. When's yours?"

"March 3rd. What.."

"Hawkeye wait. Why are you asking me all of these questions?"

"I want to get to know my granddaughter."

Emma was pleased by this statement of acceptance, but she still said, "But why don't we wait until we actually know. I mean, there's a chance that I might not be your granddaughter."

"Emma, in case you haven't noticed, I've been thinking. If I'm your grandfather, I've missed everything. My son completely, and almost the entire childhood of my only granddaughter. I don't want to miss any more of it. Maine isn't very far from Boston. I can come visit you all of the time. I'm retired for the most part. I can do that. And you can come visit me in Crabapple Cove. Or if your grandmother would allow it, I can move to Boston. Or you guys can move to Crabapple Cove. There's a beautiful college about 25 minutes away."

"But you might not be my grandfather."

"And that's what I've really been thinking about. Even if I'm not your grandfather, if you'd let me, I'd like to be your pseudo-grandfather. I don't have a family, no one to spend my time with besides the other old men at the lodge. I love your grandmother more than anything. And loving her, I already love you. And I don't think officially finding out one way or another whether we're officially grandparent/grandchild or not is going to change my opinion of you."

Emma was more than surprised by this. Even if he wasn't her grandfather, he wanted to be! She never had a male figure in her life. She couldn't believe how happy she truly was.

She leaned over and gave him a hug telling him that she would love that more than anything.

"But we still have to talk to-"

"Margaret."

So that's it for this little snippet. I hope you liked it. I know..I still haven't gotten to the really tricky part of telling Margaret. She's such a difficult character to write about. She's so dimensional. Anyways...please review! I'll try to post ASAP!

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