"Somebody's at the door." Hawkeye told him.
"I know. I'm going." Radar replied.
Hawkeye stepped out onto the verandah with his youngest daughter on his shoulders. "Hello, hello, hello!" He announced. "Everyone's favorite, adorable, lovable doctor is here!"
"Hawk!" Trapper turned and greeted his friend excitedly. He'd been waiting for him to appear for ages.
"Trapper!" Hawkeye quickly swung Beth off his shoulders and set her on the ground before hugging his old comrade. "How have you been?" He asked excitedly.
"Great! And yourself? You're looking great!" Trapper commented, laughing happily. He was so glad to see Hawkeye again.
"Great! Great!" Hawkeye laughed. "Everything is great!"
Trapper laughed, "I see you haven't changed." He looked his friend up and down. "In more ways than one."
"Doesn't it bring back old memories?" Hawkeye joked, smoothing the front of his shirt, then tugging at the collar he added, "See, there's Nurse Abel's lipstick stain." Trapper laughed and shook his head in disbelief. "What! I love this shirt." Hawkeye exclaimed in defense. The two men hugged again, laughing merrily.
Trapper was glad that his friend was still the same comedian he remembered in Korea. He had feared that the war and the years since may have changed him, but looking at his friend he realized that he needn't have worried. Hawk was one of a kind and was destined to stay that way. Suddenly Trapper felt a hard slap on the back of the head. Raising his hand to touch the spot, he looked at his assailant with a shocked look on his face.
"What was that for?" He demanded, looking at Hawkeye expectantly.
"That was for leaving and not having the decency to say 'goodbye.'" Hawkeye replied, pretending to be upset. "After all those months I spent with you. I wasted a whole year of my life on you. And then I drove like a maniac to Kimpo to be told that you'd left without me. The nerve."
"Well, I'm sorry, but if you hadn't tried to stay so out of touch, then I may have been able to say 'goodbye'. But no, you were off having fun with other people."
The two men looked at each other for a moment, then started to laugh. They embraced again, laughing gaily at being reunited once again.
"Hawkeye!" An excited voice interrupted them. Both men turned towards the sound of the voice. Trapper observed the stranger curiously. He was trying to figure out who he was, when Hawkeye exclaimed in delight.
"B.J.!" And moved to embrace the man. "How have you been?" He laughed happily.
"Great! Great! And yourself?" B.J. smiled as he hugged his old bunkmate.
"Couldn't be better." Hawkeye replied. Then looking his friend over he smiled mischievously, "I see you finally discarded that hideous mustache."
B.J. nodded and laughed. "The day after arriving home."
"I see, didn't want your old enemies to see you looking so unkept and awful." Hawkeye teased.
"No, lets just say that Peg didn't want our friends to see me looking so unkept and awful." B.J. replied, then looking his friend up and down he commented. "I see nobody has been around to make sure that your friends don't see you looking so unkept and horrible." He gestured to the shirt Hawkeye was wearing. "I see you haven't discarded that hideous shirt."
"Are you kidding!" Hawkeye exclaimed. "I plan to be buried in it."
"I wouldn't be surprised." B.J. laughed. "It and a bottle or two of scotch for the road. Right."
"But of course." His friend laughed. Then, putting a hand on his shoulder, urged him to follow. "I want you to meet someone. Someone you've heard a lot about." Taking a couple of steps he gestured to Trapper who had been watching the two men greet each other. "B.J., I'd like to introduce to you the infamous 'Trapper' John McIntyre. The man who single-handedly took practical joking to a new height. And Trapper, this is the legendary B.J. Hunnicutt, who arrived kicking and screaming the day you left and who gave the 4077th a fresh outlook on how to go crazy and yet not lose your self respect."
Trapper smiled warmly and extended his hand in greeting. "So, you're the one who became Hawk's accomplice after I left."
"Guilty as charged, I'm afraid." B.J. laughed as he shook Trapper's hand. "Though, I must say, you certainly left big shoes to fill."
"I wondered what happened to those." Trapper joked easily.
"And B.J. not only filled them, he overflowed them." Hawkeye teased shooting his friend a mischievous smile.
"I see Hawk trained you well." Trapper laughed, smiling at B.J. He liked the other man instantly. He seemed a very amiable guy, with the same type of crazy sense of humor that both he and Hawk had been blessed with. He was glad that Hawkeye had had another buddy to help him remain sane during the war. One of the things that had worried Trapper greatly when he was first notified that he could go home, was how Hawkeye would make out without him. There certainly wasn't anyone else in the camp that appreciated Hawkeye's unique sense of humor like Trapper did. His sense of humor and practical jokes were the only thing that had kept Trapper from going crazy over in Korea. And he had worried that the new surgeon that had replaced him was going to be another Frank, or even worse. He was glad to see that his worries were unneeded and that Hawkeye had found another 'kindred spirit' when it came to jokes and fun.
"B.J. came already trained." Hawkeye smirked. "He was even paper trained. He fetched me the paper every morning."
When the laughter died down, B.J. gestured towards the woman that had come in with him. "Hawk, there's someone I'd like you to meet." B.J. said, putting his arm around her. "This is my beautiful wife, Peg. Peggy, this is my old partner in crime, the craziest bunkmate that I've ever been unfortunate enough to have, Dr. Benjamin Franklin 'Hawkeye' Pierce."
"I'm pleased to finally meet you, Hawkeye." Peggy extended her hand and smiled friendly "After all that B.J.'s told me about you, I feel like I've known you forever."
"Likewise." Hawkeye smiled, taking her hand in both of his and squeezing in warmly.
"I can't tell you how grateful I am to you for helping to keep my husband safe and sound during that horrible war." Her eyes filled with tears as she looked at Hawkeye. "I can't thank you enough. You were his lifeline. "
Hawkeye smiled a little sadly and reached over to give her a friendly embrace. "So were you." He whispered into her hair. Pulling back, his arms still loosely around her, he looked into her moist eyes, his face adopting his trademark mischievous look as he added. "And I can't thank you for all those wonderful, long, juicy letters that I've heard over and over and over again." Hawkeye laughed, shooting B.J. a teasing look.
Peggy laughed nervously. "Well, I hope you got the edited version." She shot B.J. a meaningful look.
"I'm afraid there was no such thing as editing in Korea." Hawkeye smiled, releasing her after another quick hug. "All the editors where at the front lines, changing the war results." Peggy smiled in amusement. "But seriously," he continued, "letters were something of a treat, something that you savored, each and every word. Even other peoples letters."
"Even strangers letters." B.J. laughed, looking at Hawkeye slyly.
Hawkeye laughed, immediately catching what his old friend was referring to. "And boy was he sore too when he found out. But, hey, talk about letters to be savored!"
"What are you talking about?" Trapper asked curiously.
"Hawkeye started receiving letters that were addressed to 'Benjamin Pierce', but that weren't meant for him. Turns out there was another poor slob with the name 'Benjamin Pierce' in the army." B.J. explained, then started laughing. "But, those letters were sure something else. Talk about a Romeo."
"Yeah, but I still can't figure out his secret." Hawkeye commented, a puzzled look on his face. "I mean he certainly wasn't good looking or anything."
"Don't you remember." B.J. smiled. "He made them laugh."
The two men laughed sarcastically. "Yeah, he was a regular Bob Hope." Hawkeye replied.
"It sounds like nothing private was safe around you two." Peg commented with an amused smirk.
"Not a thing!" Hawkeye agreed and then turned to Trapper. "Remember when we watched Frank's wedding video?" The two men started laughing at the memory.
"Boy was that ever a comedy movie." Trapper commented. "I almost felt sorry for him. Not quite, but almost!"
"Remember when he tried to cut the cake?" Hawkeye was laughing hard at the memory. He looked at B.J., "We were worried that the cake would die of malpractice."
"Speaking of the video, guess who was driving when they arrived." Trapper said, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes.
Hawkeye looked at him, great amusement on his face. "Still? You're kidding?" Trapper just laughed harder. "Well, I guess we know who wears the pants in that family. Maybe we should get him one of Klinger's dresses."
"Maybe the strapless evening gown?" B.J. suggested.
"No, how about his sailor suit from the 'Shirley Temple Collection'." Hawk added.
"I still don't think you could beat the number he made especially for Henry's send off." Trapper laughed. "Complete with fruit and everything."
At the thought of Klinger's assorted wardrobe the three men laughed harder. Peg watched her husband and his friends with an amused smile on her face. It had been a long time since she'd seen B.J. laugh so hard, especially when he spoke of Korea. She couldn't even begin to imagine what he went through over there. And she knew that he could never fully explain to her the horrors he had seen, but she was glad to see that there were some happy times too.
She'd met very few of B.J.'s 4077th friends. She'd met Radar when he'd first arrived home and they had gone to visit the Potter's one year during the summer, but she'd never met the rest, especially Hawkeye Pierce, though for the first few months after coming home he had been a constant name in their house. B.J. had phoned his old bunkmate many times when they had gotten back to the states and Hawkeye had done likewise. She knew that after the constant companionship they had shared for all those months that the two men missed each other a great deal, and that it was hard to settle back into the lives they had before the war.
Watching the men, she wasn't sure if under normal circumstances Hawkeye would have been her choice as a friend for her husband or herself. He had a way about him that, though it drew people to him, Peg thought it could be rather annoying after a while, and she sometimes wondered how B.J. could have lived with him without killing him. Hawk seemed to be the complete opposite of the type of person B.J. would normally call a friend. Hawkeye was energetic, exuberant and boisterous, but B.J. was normally very mild and quiet and usually liked friends who were the same. But as Peg stood watching the way the three men were conversing, and the happiness on her husband's face, she knew that Hawkeye was indeed someone very special to her husband and that regardless of their differences in personality, they were definitely dear friends. Peg also knew that she would love Hawkeye and be deeply grateful to him for the rest of her life.
Suddenly B.J.'s voice brought Peg out of her musings. "Hawk, Trapper, I'd like you to meet our children." Turning he put his hand on the back of a beautiful young teenage girl who was standing behind him. "This is our daughter, Erin."
"Pleased to meet you, Erin." Hawkeye shook her hand and gave her a mischievous smile. "You don't look anything like those baby pictures your father use to show me."
"Well, you are exactly how I pictured you from Dad's description." Erin smiled warmly. She'd always thought that Hawkeye Pierce seemed like an interesting person. She loved listening to the stories that her father told about some of the pranks the two of them played while they were together in Korea.
"Hawk, your reputation proceeds you, again." Trapper laughed, slapping his buddy on the back warmly.
"How old are you now, Erin?" Hawkeye asked, looking admiringly at the beautiful young woman.
Erin smiled proudly and stood a little straighter as she replied, "I'm thirteen."
"Thirteen." Hawkeye smiled. "You're almost a young woman." Erin blushed happily and smiled at him even more. She felt like she'd been paid the greatest compliment of her life. Hawk looked at B.J. and grinned mischievously. "It seems like only yesterday that we all watched Peg give Erin a bath."
Erin's blush deepened and she looked at her father exclaimed in embarrassment. "Dad!"
B.J. chuckled. "Sorry, honey, but you were only about a year old."
Erin cast a shy glance at Hawkeye, who was still grinning. Noticing her looking at him he added, with a serious tone in his voice. "And we all thought you were as cute as a button." Erin smiled at him.
"Dad talks about you all the time." Erin commented. "He misses you very much."
Hawkeye looked at his friend and smiled warmly. "I've missed him too." Then he looked back to Erin. "Which reminds me. I have something for you." He pulled the envelop out of his pocket and handed it to her.
She flipped it over in her hand with a puzzled look on her face. "What is it?" She asked him.
"It's a list of all the young men that your father treated while we were in Korea." Hawkeye replied. "I was hoping it would help you understand why he had to be away while you were a baby. He helped save a lot of lives."
Erin's eyes watered as she looked down at the envelop. "I know, and I'm very proud of him." Hawkeye reached over and hugged her gently.
"So am I." He whispered, glancing at his friend, then he loosened his hold on the young girl and added. "I was very honored to work with him and to have him as a best friend."
"When did you do that?" B.J. asked, after his friend had released his daughter.
"One time when I came back from the front." Hawkeye replied, his voice a little husky. "I had been writing my will and couldn't think of what to leave you. When I got back, the idea hit me. I always hoped that I'd be able to deliver the list in person, but you never knew how the war would go."
B.J. nodded and smiled sadly at his friend. Then he reached over and hugged him again. "Your one of a kind, Hawk." He said.
"And it's a good job." Trapper commented. "I don't think the world could take two Hawkeye Pierces."
Hawk and B.J. chuckled and then B.J. gestured to a boy of about eight years of age. "Hawk, I'd like you to meet another member of the family. This is our son, Benjamin." He had been watching his friend carefully as he introduced his son. To his delight he got the reaction he was hoping for. Hawkeye looked at B.J. with a look of surprise and delight. He was truly touched.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Benjamin." Hawk shook hands with the boy.
"Call me Ben." The young chap smiled. "I only get 'Benjamin' if I'm in trouble."
"Well, if you're anything like your name sake then you must get it a lot." Trapper teased. The mischievous smile on the boy's face confirmed the fact.
"B.J., Peg, Trapper, I have someone I'd like you to meet too." Hawk commented as he reached down and picked up his daughter, who had been clinging to his pant leg while he was greeting his friends. Looking at his two favorite bunkies he said, "I'd like you to meet my daughter, Elizabeth."
"Your daughter?" Both Trapper and B.J. exclaimed in surprise. Neither one of them could picture Hawkeye having a child. Despite the fact that he was one of the most caring people they'd ever met, neither of the men could readily picture their old friend being a father. The only thing that they'd ever known him to be serious about, and take any responsibility for was medicine. He was always a top notch doctor, but when it came to other areas of his life, he'd proved on numerous occasions to be unconcerned and irresponsible. But as the two men observed the pair and noted the proud shine in their friend's eyes and the way his little girl clung to him, they could tell that he must be doing a very good job.
B.J. was the first to recover from the shock. Reaching over he took one of Beth's small hands in his and said. "It's nice to meet you, Elizabeth." Beth just looked at him shyly, not sure what to do. B.J. smiled at Hawkeye and said, "She's adorable, Hawk."
"Which is amazing," Trapper added, "since she looks so much like you." Hawkeye smiled proudly. It was true, she had his shiny black hair and sparkling, mischievous blue eyes.
"How old is she?" B.J. asked.
"She's four." Hawk proudly replied, gently pushing back the hair that was falling in her eyes. She turned her head and buried it in Hawk's shoulder for a minute before moving it so she could see the new people, but still resting her head against her father's chest.
Peg smiled and held out her arms to Beth inviting her to come to her. The little girl hesitated, unsure of this new stranger. She lifted her head and looked at her father, unsure.
"It's okay, Princess." Hawkeye assured her gently. "She won't bite. She's a nice lady."
Beth hesitated for another moment before she slowly leaned towards Peg. Peg smiled with delight as she took the little girl. "Oh, you're a big girl." She commented, then looking at Hawkeye added, "A 'Daddy's girl' I reckon." Hawkeye smiled and nodded.
"She's a chip off the old block." Hawkeye laughed.
Trapper, after watching Peg play with Beth for a few moments, shook his head in disbelief and commented, "I still can't picture you a father."
Hawkeye smiled good-naturedly and replied, "I bet there's a lot of things about my life you'd have a hard time picturing."
"Like what?" Trapper asked curiously. He was secretly wondering who the mother of this delightful child was and where she was. He was debating whether or not to voice the question when a female voice interrupted them. Turning, the three men saw Margaret heading towards them.
Hawkeye smiled to himself as he watched her approach. She looked so beautiful with her eyes sparkling with merriment, her cheeks flushed from the excitement of greeting her old friends. Hawkeye's heart beat faster the closer she got. He had an incredible urge to grab her and kiss her in front of everybody. His gaze dropped down to take in her very rounded stomach. He remembered how much in awe he had been when she was pregnant with Becky. To watch the daily growth of their unborn child, a child that had been created by their deep love and affection for each other. It wasn't as if it was a new concept for him. He'd seen many pregnant women, and had delivered many babies, but he had never before experienced the joy of seeing 'his' wife pregnant with 'their' child. And even now, with child number three, it still amazed him. And it made him even more aware of how much he loved her. He couldn't picture his life without her, or the girls or the coming baby. They were his life. He felt so lucky.
"B.J.!" Margaret greeted, hugging her old friend warmly. "How have you been?"
"I've been great." B.J. smiled. Then looking her up and down, he exclaimed, "You look wonderful. I'd say nine months. Due any day."
Margaret nodded and smiled. "Next week in fact."
"And you traveled all the way from...where do you live now?" B.J. asked.
"Maine." She replied, looking slyly at Hawkeye out of the corner of her eye.
"Wow! That's quite a trip for someone in your condition." B.J. commented. "I'm surprised that your husband let you come."
"I wouldn't have missed it for the world." Margaret commented, looking at them all fondly. "Besides, if I should happen to go into labor, I have a whole staff of doctors here to choose from. What more could I need?"
"Good point." B.J. laughed, looking at Hawkeye and Trapper in amusement. Then looking back to Margaret he gestured to Peg and Beth. "I'd like to introduce you to my beautiful wife, Peg. Peg, this is Margaret Houlihan."
"Pleased to meet you, Margaret." Peg smiled and reached over to give her a one armed hug. "I've heard so much about you."
"And I about you. B.J. use to talk about you all the time." Margaret commented. Then looking at her husband, she smiled mischievously and asked Peg, "And who's this little girl?"
"This is Hawkeye's daughter, Elizabeth." Peg replied.
Margaret leaned over and kissed her daughter on the cheek. "Nice to meet you, Elizabeth." She said as she tickled the little girl under the chin. Beth giggled merrily and reached over to tickle her mother under the chin. Margaret captured the little hand and kissed it.
"Excuse me, Major." Hawkeye suddenly broke in, his voice serious. Margaret turned to look at him, a look of surprise on her pretty face. He hadn't called her 'Major' in years. She was about to ask him why he was being so formal, when she caught the mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
"What is it, Captain?" She played along. She thought she knew what he was doing. He had obviously noticed Frank Burns lurking on the outskirts of their little group. He had been standing there waiting ever since Margaret had joined them. She knew that her husband couldn't resist doing something to annoy the other man. And she also knew that there was one thing that Hawkeye did that was guaranteed to really and truly annoy Frank.
"Did I hear correctly that you are now living in Maine?" The captain asked, looking at her curiously.
Margaret, tossing her head slightly and pretending to be annoyed, replied, "What of it?"
Hawkeye smiled wickedly and said, "Well, you realized that that makes us neighbors and you remember what Father Mulcahy use to say."
"What's that?" She demanded in pretended impatience.
"That we should 'love our neighbor'." Then, with a mischievous grin, he grabbed her to him and, like he had done on a few well chosen occasions at the 4077th, he dipped her back and kissed her passionately in front of everyone. Margaret wrapped her arms around his neck, just like she did every time he'd kissed her in Korea and kissed him back with equal passion.
Whoops of laughter erupted from B.J. and Trapper punctuated by a gasp of shock from Peg, a nervous giggle from Radar and an exclamation of disgust from Frank. Klinger, Potter and Charles moved closer to see what was happening. The three of them chuckled in amusement.
"Some things never change." Potter managed to say between fits of laughter.
Trapper leaned closer to B.J. and commented. "I'm getting a strong sense of 'deja-vu.'" With a laugh he added. "I remember the first time he did that. He'd told Frank it was a Christmas present. Frank was furious, but Margaret just had this goofy smile on her face." B.J. laughed and the two men watched Frank trying to gauge his reaction, which wasn't too difficult. He seemed to be the only one of the old 4077th staff that didn't find the sideshow amusing. In fact, his anger was rising with every second that their kiss lasted. He couldn't stand to see Pierce putting his hands and lips all over Margaret. And the poor Major couldn't do anything to stop him. She was helpless against him, the fiend. Frank couldn't take it anymore. He had to do something. He had to save Margaret from that vicious, horrible, ill-mannered brute.
"That's enough, Pierce." Frank fumed, coming up beside them. "I command you to stop." Hawkeye and Margaret just ignored him, tightening their grip on each other in response.
Frank poked Hawkeye in the back and with more force repeated his command. This time Hawkeye lifted his head so that his lips were barely away from Margaret's and muttered, "Go away Frank before I remove your kidneys and beat you with them."
Frank sputtered angrily as Hawk and Margaret resumed their kiss. Looking to Potter pleaded, "Colonel, do something."
Potter smiled in amusement and replied. "It's a free country. I can't stop him. He has the right to kiss whomever he wants to."
"But, what about Major Houlihan?" Frank cried in despair. "What about her rights?"
"Well, as far as I see it, she has the right to kiss whomever she wants to, too." Potter commented.
Peg, not knowing the underlining joke of the situation, urged B.J. "Maybe you should break it up. Hawkeye's your friend, maybe he'll listen to you. You can't let him take advantage of Margaret that way. She's in no condition to defend herself."
B.J. laughed gaily at his wife's comment. "Trust me, if Margaret was at all upset about this situation, Hawkeye would not be standing." Then, leaning closer to her, he confided, "If I don't miss my guess, this is a big joke, that both are in on, to annoy the hell out of Frank."
Peg watched Frank as he ranted to Potter again. "Well, I'd say its working."
Trapper, who had heard her comment, leaned over and assured her. "Hawk kissing Margaret to annoy Frank is a long standing joke that began shortly after we arrived in Korea. He's done it many times, and I have yet to see Margaret not enjoy it. She always kisses him back, and that's despite the fact that she hates him."
"She doesn't hate him." B.J. commented, "At least not anymore. By the time we left Korea they were very good friends."
"Really?" Trapper replied in surprise. "Huh, who would have thought."
"Burns," Potter exclaimed in annoyance. "What do you want me to do? There's no evidence that Hawkeye is at all harming Margaret. In fact, Margaret seems to be enjoying the attention." Bending over, the Colonel asked, "Do you mind Hawkeye kissing you, Major?" Margaret shook her head gently in reply. Both she and Hawkeye were having a hard time to keep from laughing out loud. If it weren't for the fact that they had their mouths otherwise occupied, they would have been reduced to shrieks of laughter by now. They were enjoying immensely the fit they were causing Frank to have. "See Frank." Potter concluded. "She doesn't mind."
"Well, if you won't do anything about it, Colonel, then I will." Roughly he yanked Hawkeye away from Margaret, causing him to loose his grip on her. Margaret slipped and fell heavily to the ground.
A loud gasp of surprise went up as everyone's face fell in shock. Three fearful cries followed. One from Beth, who screamed "Daddy!" when she saw Frank pull her father roughly away from her mother. Another from Becky who had been sitting by Mrs. Potter, giggling as she watched her parents kissing, but was now running to her mother's side crying "Mommy!" The last was from Hawkeye who cried, "Margaret!" as he saw his wife hit the ground with a hard thump.
"Out of my way, Frank!" Hawkeye tried to push passed the other man as B.J. and Trapper fell to Margaret's side to make sure she was okay.
Somehow, Frank managed to stand his ground and faced Margaret's enraged husband saying. "You stay away from her, Pierce. You've done enough."
"Get out of my way, Frank before I give you a permanent nose job." Hawkeye tried to push the other man aside, but Frank pushed back.
"I said stay away from her." Frank cried angrily.
By now B.J. and Trapper were helping Margaret to her feet. She was more angry than hurt. "You...you...cretin." she exploded once she was upright again. "How dare you!"
Frank looked smugly at Hawkeye, "You heard her, keep your lips to yourself."
"I wasn't talking to him, you idiot!" Margaret fumed. "I was talking to you." She looked like she was prepared to take a swing. In his surprise, Frank didn't even try to stop Hawkeye when he shook Frank's hands off and went to calm his angry wife.
"Easy, Margaret. Easy." He exclaimed, grabbing her hands before she could swing. "Take it easy. He's not worth it."
Margaret glared at Frank, who was looking at her with deep surprise and hurt in his eyes.
"Come on, Frank." Trapper urged, leading Frank away from Margaret. "Let's get you out of here before you get what's coming to you."
"I could have nailed him." Margaret commented, glaring at Frank's retreating back.
"I know you could have. We all know you could have." Hawkeye laughed lightly, then putting his arm around her waist said. "Now let's get you inside so that you can lay down."
"There's no need for that, Captain." Margaret objected, pulling away from him. She was still looking for a place to vent her anger.
"Is that so, Major." Hawkeye shot back, also getting upset. He hated it when she became 'Major Houlihan', assuming an air of cold authority. "Well, as your doctor I insist." She opened her mouth to object again, when he put his hand tenderly on her cheek and added softly. "And as the guy who vowed to take care of you 'in sickness and in health' and who loves you and the baby more than his medical degree and this Hawaiian shirt put together, I beg you." His eyes and voice softened even more as he added, "Please, Margaret, I'd feel much better if you'd lay down and rest for a while."
Looking into her husband's worried eyes, her face lost all its anger and annoyance. With a sigh she agreed. "For a little while."
"Thank you." He smiled gently, his hand softly stroking her cheek. Then, putting his arm around her, he led her into the house.
B.J. leaned over to Potter as the pair disappeared inside the house. "Did he just say what I think he just said?"
Potter shook his head in disbelief. "I was just about to ask you the same thing."