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Chapter 3

"Hawk are you okay?" Margaret asked confused by the expression on his face.

"Uh.." he stalled unsure of what exactly to say. He couldn't believe Margaret could do this to him.

"Hawk?"

"Yeah" He replied still focused on the baby in her arms.

"Are you okay?"

"Well you know Margaret," he said coolly, "if you wanted to see other people during our marriage you could have at least said something."

Margaret was stunned. How could he possibly think she would cheat on him, she loved him more than anything. "Hawkeye I--"

"So who was he Margaret? Did you actually know him or did you just pick him up somewhere? Never mind I don't even want to know." And with that he headed for the door.

"Hawkeye please don't leave," she pleaded grabbing a hold of his arm.

"Margaret let go of me!" He warned.

"Not till you listen to what I have to say," She said in her major tone that made him cringe.

"Haven't you hurt me enough for one day," he sighed as he sat back down.

"I'm not trying to hurt you, I just wanted to let you know why I left," She was almost in tears.

"Well I can see why," he said as he pointed at the infant, "you knew I wasn't ready for kids so you went and had one with someone else!"

"He's yours," she said almost in a whisper.

"What?" he was getting scared now.

"He's your son."

He felt his heart rate increase and he began to feel as though he was suffocating. This had all been too much for one day.

"Hawkeye are you going to say anything?" She asked confused by his reaction. He was now a ghostly shade of white.

"I got to get some air," he said as he made a dash for the door. As he tried to make his way he ran right in to BJ.

"Hey where's the fire?" BJ said with a smile.

"Huh..what?"

"What's your hurry Hawk, are you alright?"

"Yeah I just need a drink."

BJ could see something was visibly wrong. Just then Margaret appeared, she put her son down with the other children and headed for Hawkeye and BJ.

"Margaret I don't want to talk right now," He stated before she could say anything.

"What's going on?" BJ asked confused at why his best friend was acting so strangely.

"Oh not much, ya know a little of this a little of that, oh yeah and Margaret just let me know that I'm a father!" And with that he walked a way and headed for his old friend Trapper.

"Hey Trap!"

"Hawk what's going on?"

"What do ya say we go and check out some of the bars around here."

"You want to leave?" He asked confused.

"Just for and hour or two, it's a little crowded here if you know what I mean," he said as he gestured towards Margaret.

"Ah okay, just let me get my keys," Trapper said.

"Okay, thanks Trap."

Trapper went over to BJ and told him that they would be leaving for an hour or two. BJ didn't think it would be the best idea but it would be better then having Hawkeye and Margaret yelling at each other.

Finally at 10pm a Taxi pulled up and a visibly drunken Hawkeye and Trapper stumbled out. At this time all that remained at BJ's house besides his family was Margaret and her son.

As they entered the house they tried to be as inconspicuous as they could but of course in their drunken state that was difficult.

"Hiya Hot Lips" Trapper said as they were greeted at the door by Margaret, and Hawkeye couldn't help but laugh grabbing a hold of Trapper to keep him from hitting the floor.

"I don't find this amusing," She warned with her arms crossed.

"Don't worry, don't worry I know how to handle her," Hawkeye said to Trapper, "Margaret how about you meet me in my room and I will show you the best night of your life!" He said as he grabbed a hold of Margaret and kissed her. But instead of giving in to him like she used to she pulled away and smacked him across his face.

"Nicely done Hawk," Trapper commented as Margaret went to the room she was staying in with her son.

"Well I gave it a shot, where is everyone?"

"They left for the night," BJ said as he entered the room.

"Well I better get back to the hotel," Trapper said, "Could you give me a ride Beej?"

"Sure," He said as he got his keys, "Hawk I think you should go and sleep it off."

"Yes mother," he replied sarcastically.

As he was making his way up to his room he heard crying and he knew it was Margaret. He went and knocked on her door.

"Who is it," she asked.

"Can I come in?"