Hawkeye looked at Margaret. "My dad said as long as we're happy, he's

happy. He wants grandkids soon. Kinda obvious for some one like my dad." Said Hawkeye. "Okay, Klinger, Boston, Mass., to call this pretty women mother!" Exclaimed Hawkeye, pulling Margaret close, and started nuzzling her.

"Hawkeye!" Giggled Margaret, "Later!"

"Yes Ma'am!" Said Hawkeye saluting.

Margaret shoved Hawkeye playful, and said "Good thing your learning to salute to superior officers. You're going to need it." Hawkeye groaned as Margaret laughed.

"Here's Boston, ma'am." Said Klinger, passing the phone to Margaret

"Mom? Hi mom! Mom, I'm engaged-no, well, yes, he is, but he enlisted to be with me. I know, I know, dad will be after him if he does-We don't know- next week, maybe-okay mom, I love you to. Bye." "What's up with the I don't know?" asked Hawkeye

"Kids. When you want them?" asked Margaret.

"Not a this second." Said Hawkeye.

"Ahhhhhh......the newly engaged two! How's it going?" asked Potter, coming out of his office.

"Good." The two said in unison.

"I need to talk to you two. Come it to my office and we'll talk." Said, Potter opening the door to his office, and beckoned them in.

In the office, Margaret and Hawkeye sat as close as possible without sitting on each other. Margaret entwined her hand with one of Hawkeye's, and laid her head on his shoulder. Potter sat at his desk, a little uncomfortable with the couples sitting how they were. It was obvious that they where in love.

"Now, when do you two plan on tying the knot?" asked Potter.

"Next week. How much paper work is there?" Asked Hawkeye.

"A lot of paper work, and most of it must be before the wedding. I'd push the wedding back about a week or two." Said Potter. "Sorry kids, but you can move in a week earlier, if you want."

"Okay. Thanks sir. Now, we have to go, Hawkeye's going to start to be regular Army." Said Margaret. Hawkeye did the only thing he could, closed his eyes and groaned.

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"But Margaret!!!!!!!!" Whined Hawkeye as she pinned her captain's bars and medical insignia. "Now, I didn't make you join, you did it for me." Said Margaret as she pinned another set of captain's to a green army hat. "There. You look so regular army.

Hawkeye gave Margaret a look. There, the most I'm-not-going-to-join-the- army-person-ever dressed, with new olive-green fatigues, the correct insignia, and a issued army hat. His shirt was tucked in and buttoned up. He sat in a chair in Margaret's tent, sulking as she admired what she did: made Benjamin Franklin 'Hawkeye' Pierce regular army.

"Did I mention I love men who look so regular army?" Said Margaret sitting on Hawkeye's lap, smiling slyly. They both leaned in for a passionate kiss. Margaret broke the kiss. Hawkeye looked at her, wanting more.

"Margaret." said Hawkeye, pulling her closer.

"Tonight. If you promise to be good." Smiled Margaret.

"I will."

The PA system came on "ATTENTION ALL PERSONAL, IN HONOR OF MAJOR HOULIHAN'S AND CAPTAIN PIERCE'S ENGAGEMENT THERE WILL BE A PARTY IN THE O'CLUB AT 2000. THAT WILL BE ALL."