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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: Stephan + Nelson + Duo Notes: Challenge 53. Baby Series 2 #148. Takes place approximately 12 hours after Undercurrents.
Child's Play Small gloved hands patted the snow, compacting it with each wack. The crunch of booted feet was loud in the air. Thick mittens curled, trapping snow in small fists. Piercing blue eyes gazed at the melting snow with bright eyed curiosity and chubby arms flailed, sending the soggy mess flying. Stephan shrieked in delight and attacked the snowdrift beside him with gusto. It was delightful to throw the cold white stuff around. His companion made no move to stop him and that, he had learned, meant he was either not being watched or the game met with approval. A flash of movement caught his attention and he paused in his game to watch the small dark shape stalk across the garden. Blue eyes narrowed with determination and his hand throbbed, a reminder of his past encounter with the kitten. Stephan grunted softly, determined to get his revenge. Climbing to his feet he tottered on the edge of the path, looking around him. With what sounded suspiciously like a growl he ploughed into the snow bank on a direct line with the kitten. Tiny feet sank deep and he overbalanced, plastering his face into the bank with a shriek. Stunned, the toddler lay in the snow for a moment before shaking his head fiercely, the cold biting into his cheeks. With a grunt he slapped at the snow, shaking his head once again before struggling to his feet and wavering in the midst of the snow bank. Stephan caught sight of the kitten as it pounced on a leaf blown gently across the snow by the breeze. With an unmistakable growl Stephan leapt forward … and promptly measured his length in the snow. Frustrated the child balled his fists and shrieked, rolling to his side and pushing at the snow, frustrated at his inability to move in the white stuff. “Here now, Short Stuff, what’s this all about? It’s just snow.” Strong hands hefted him up, brushed down the snowsuit and set him on his feet … away from the desired path to revenge. Accompanied by a babble of disgust at the stupidity of moving him away from his goal he tottered down the path looking for some means of approaching the kitten. A bright red ball bounded across his path and the toddler paused, distracted. The ball rolled and bounced off the snow bank edging the shovelled walk and with a crow of delight at this new curiosity Stephan forgot Nelson and tottered after the ball. Outstretched hands reached for the ball which bounced off a booted foot and rolled away, drawing a frustrated grunt. Lurching forward in an effort to catch the errant ball Stephan felt something impact on his back, slipped on the ice and found himself face first in the snow. Pulling his face up out of the icy stuff to sounds of laughter he found the kitten batting the ball away from him and on all fours he crawled in hot pursuit. End
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