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"The Tie That Bonds "Written By: Emerald Pillow Warnings: Yaoi; Lemon; Angst; Language; Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. You could
try to sue me, but all I have worth taking is a cat that looks like
Trowa, but acts like Duo. And I will fight for that cat. Rating: NC 17 Pairings: 1x3x1
The Tie That Bonds Chapter 6 Trowa woke to the unfamiliar sound of silence. Still half asleep, he slid out of bed and walked over to the crib. However, it was empty. Seeing only the blankets and sheets, the ex-pilot was wide awake. He looked over at the clock to find that it was nearly noon. He never slept in that late before. Usually he got up when Heero did, at six, and he couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't heard the alarm go off. Forgetting about the alarm, he descended the stairs, and found Amelia in the kitchen with Catherine. His sister was attempting to feed the baby without much luck. Whatever Catherine offered, Amelia spit out and made disgusted faces. "Good morning." Catherine cooed as she noticed her brother standing on the threshold. At the same time, Amelia found no taste in the spoonful of baby food, and returned it to the server. Trowa couldn't help but laugh as some of the unidentified green slop splattered on his sister's cheek. She quickly wiped it away with a napkin that she had handy. "That's the second time I've heard you laugh out loud." "Why didn't you wake me?" He asked and walked over to the coffee maker to pour a cup. "You said that you haven't slept in two days. So I decided to take care of Amelia while you tried to catch up." "Does Heero know that you were going to do that?" "He's not your warden Trowa. If you need to sleep in, you don't have to ask him." "It's not that. I just don't think it's safe to leave her unguarded." "What am I, chopped liver?" "Catherine, you wouldn't be any help if they had guns. The bottom line is that either Heero or myself should be with her at all times." Trowa leaned against the counter and sipped on his mug. "All right. Whatever." A silence fell over them for only a moment. "Who does your housework?" "What?" "I'm just curious as to who cleans the house." "I do. Why?" "Just curious." "Catherine." "Does Heero do anything?" "Yes, he works and helps take care of Amelia." "You work too." "What did I tell you last night?" "I'm not bashing, I'm just asking." "Well, you're asking is indirectly bashing." Catherine avoided eye contact. She had never seen Trowa so aggressive before. More often than not, he would just blow off whatever she had to say. There was a air of in-completion floating between the siblings. "Look Cathy, Heero pulls a ten hour working day six days a week. . ." "He-he." Amelia clapped her hands, but the rivaling siblings didn't seem to notice as the argument continued. "And his job is a lot tougher than mine. I choose to clean the house, and cook. I'm not going to stay home all day and not do anything. Before she was dropped on our door, we worked the same time and divided the chorus when we got home. . .but we can't do that now. So stop implying that Heero is being lazy." "He-he." "All I'm saying is that your schedule is going to drain you. From what you just said, I assume that you get up at six every morning with Heero. . ." "He-he." This time, the words caught Trowa's attention for a second, but Catherine still seemed unaware. "Take care of Amelia for ten hours straight; all the while, cleaning and making dinner for him, just so when he comes home you have a hour before you go to work and get home around two in the morning. That only leaves you four hours a night of sleep, if the baby doesn't start crying. That's not including however long you take out for sex." Trowa's face fell into confused shock. "Sex?" "I know you Trowa." Catherine smirked. "For your information, we haven't had sex in a week." Trowa blurted, not really believing that he just said that aloud. "Oh. No wonder you're cranky. Heero's not giving you any." "He-he!" Amelia banged on the small table stretched out before her as if demanding all attention to herself. "He-he. He-he. He-he." If Catherine and Trowa didn't know any better, they could have sworn that the kid was making her own song. "She can't possibly have a sense of humor already." Catherine laughed as the child continued to bang. "I don't think she's laughing." "Why's that?" "Because I've never heard her do that before." Catherine looked up at Trowa a moment as she remembered last night when the kid was crying and reaching for Heero. "Then she's talking?" The surprised violet eyes returned to the baby. "It has to be her first word." "He-he?" Trowa thought for a second. "It has to be what she's calling Heero." "He-he." The child laughed and clapped her hands. "No way. You spend more time with her than he does. Why would her first word be him?" Trowa stared at the child, wondering the same thing. As the child blew bubbles with her spit and laughed, Trowa noticed how beautiful her smile was. . .much like Heero's. It was also strange that the baby had some sort of connection with Heero, that he couldn't explain. After all, every time Amelia saw the Japanese boy, she would start reaching for him. . .now her first word was an attempt on his name. He could feel the purple eyes watching him. Though he acted as if it didn't bother him, it was starting to annoy him. In an attempt to disregard the knowledge of Catherine's stare, he gave the baby his full attention. Ever since her arrival the week before, she had been following everything he did. . .nagging about the temperature of the bath; the way the bottle was prepared; leaving the child alone too much; and even the technique he used to feed the infant. "Catherine, the water is fine." Trowa announced without looking at his sister. "Babies are a little more sensitive than adults. I just don't want you to boil her alive. You could let me help you." "You have a broken arm. If you can't help at the circus, then you can't help with a baby." Catherine narrowed her eyes at her brother. She was convinced that he was definitely a lot more irritable since her last visit. Though she knew that the baby played a small role in this, but she wondered if being with Heero was the greatest cause. She walked over to the tub and prepared to place her finger into the water, but Trowa smacked her hand away. "I can do this. I've been doing it for the pass few weeks. If it was too hot or too cold, she would be crying, and she's not." Instead of bawling, the baby was laughing at the gentle touch and kicking in the water. Trowa had learned the first time around to bath the child in the bath tub. She seemed to like being in the water too well, and often ended up getting the wall, floor, curtains, windows, but mostly him just as wet as she was. Amelia giggled and blew bubbles with her spit. Catherine kneeled next to her brother and placed her chin on his shoulder to look down at the child. "Well, she sure is a happy baby. Don't you think?" "Yeah." With that, Trowa picked up the wet infant. Catherine stood and grabbed a towel to hand to the Latin. "Thanks." He continued to tenderly dry the damp skin. Catherine watched from the side. At first, her interest was on the baby, it then turned to Trowa. There was a soft tone to the usually harsh emeralds as he looked down at the baby. She then understood why Trowa wanted to do this on his own. "How does Heero really feel about Amelia?" She asked in a non assuming tone. "He's afraid to get close to her." "What about you?" The tone grew to teasing. "I think I'm getting attached." "How can you not? She's adorable." "Cathy. . .does she remind you of anyone?" He asked boldly. He wasn't sure if he wanted to voice his belief of the resemblance between the baby and Heero. Knowing Catherine, she would more likely than not, blow it out of proportion. The older woman looked at the child for a moment. "No. Not really. Why?" "I mean, really look at her Cathy. Her eyes, and her smile." As if knowing that's what he wanted, the little lips curved and gave way to a light laugh. "No. Who does she remind you of?" "Maybe it's just me." He said aloud, though he was considering the fact that his sister looked at Heero as little as possible. "What's just you?" "Nothing." He answered and left the bathroom
with the towel wrapped baby in his arms. Catherine watched after her
brother, wondering who he had in mind when he asked the question.
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