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"Baby Series 2"Written By: Karina
Spoilers: None Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or the
Characters from the series but the baby is mine. Pairing: Treize, Milliardo Notes: Challenge 47. Baby Series 2 #122. Takes
place approximately an hour after I Need To Be Certain.
View From The Other Side //Yuy was right to say you hated me. I could not blame you for struggling against the design, for hating me for the part I forced you to play. I did not want you to die nor did I intend you live in pain.// The valet carefully folded the finery over the chair back, the shower was running in the bathroom, towels warming on the rail and steam filling the room. The gemstone was removed from the earring and the ribbon removed to release a torrent of pale silver. //There were days I wanted to run from what I envisioned but always I saw the face of the child who saw too much. I saw the horror on your face and the sickness in your eyes. Someone had to do what needed to be done without flinching.// Cascading over pale golden skin, the curve of muscle, the flair of hip, the taunt rounded buttocks caressed by steaming hot water. //To my shame, without your cooperation it simply would not have worked. Another failed attempt at world conquest is all they would have seen had you not taken on the role. I should have been the villain at the end, Milliardo. I should have planed better to spare you the misery you have known. Do you hate me or in your heart of hearts have you forgiven me?// Silk folding around pale perfection. Strength and grace in human form. The belt knotted loosely about the narrow waist and the brush stroking through the darker gold mass of damp hair. //You love life too much to die. We had planned to go out together, separated by only a few hours or a few minutes but together. Hoping for something better on the other side. You feel things too deeply, my friend. The horrors of your past shape the steps of your future to this day. I watch and you have no idea how proud I am.// Darkened room, the faint light enough to guide sure steps to the cot. Cascade of drying hair sliding over dark silk and long fingers gently caressing baby soft hair. //Could I have done it any other way? Selfishness, to want you for myself after all I put you through. Selfish of me to want to feel you in my arms.// Small, pliant body enfolded in a strong embrace. Innocent, trusting eyes in a face that mirrored the father’s before innocence had died in a night of fire and murder. //You were very young when I fell in love with you. I fell that first night as I looked in your eyes and wondered how something so beautiful and young could be so wild. Untamed. You never let it break you. You never allowed the weight to crush you beneath it.// A kiss, brushing lips to his son’s forehead in a silent loving benediction. //Be strong for him. Carve out a world of peace that will not fall and I will be waiting for you.// End
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