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Post by girlatmash on Aug 1, 2008 23:00:29 GMT -5
"You ready?" Hawkeye asked, sitting at the small table in the lab, magnifying glass in hand, and Fluffy's ovaries in front of him.
"I guess..." Margaret sighed, placing her elbow on the table and resting her head on her hand.
"Margaret, I just want to tell you that...no matter what the results are, I'm behind you 100 percent and I..." He looked away for a moment and then looked back, placing a comforting hand on her knee, "I love you."
Margaret covered his hand with hers and smiled a little. "Thanks...now, can we get on with this?" She asked, voice barely above a whisper.
"Right." Hawkeye looked back at the specimans and looked through the magnifying glass.
"Well...?" The very nervous and (maybe) expecting mother's voice was becoming more and more husky with emotion.
"Hold your horses, this will take a minute..." He replied, understanding her urgency completely. "Okay, here we go." The surgeon found what he was looking for and put the tray down. He looked over at the blonde sitting beside him. "Major...For what it's worth, congratulations. We're having a minor." There was a new look in his eyes, one of...almost pride, a fatherly pride.
"Oh God..." Margaret's shoulders shook as she started sobbing, running back to her tent.
OCC:This will continue in Margaret's tent.
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