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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: Mrs. Darlian Notes: Challenge 59. Baby Series 2 #172. Takes
place at the same time as Honourable Fool.
She Could Hope She had always thought of him as a strange child. Almost ethereal, as though he did not quite exist in the ordinary world she inhabited. Even when a child those eyes seemed to see into her soul and find a myriad of faults. How much did he remember of his childhood? What did he recall of that night of terror? She could hope the memories were dim and vague, more a nightmare recalled than clear memory. Surely if he remembered he would not welcome her so readily to Sanc. She understood she resented him for the time he spent with his sister who was her daughter. Men could not understand the bonds binding mother and daughter and he would think it resentment on her part that saw her greet him so coolly. He would presume her to be jealous of him for Relena’s presence in his life. There were other reasons for her coolness toward him. What was she to do when Relena married? Hopefully not for years yet, she was young and there was her political career. Marriage for Relena would not be the same as it had been for her. Relena was the politician, not the stay at home trophy wife. Stay at home, raise the children, smile on the arm of her husband, ignore the whispers of mistresses on the colonies. The media always had a story. Rumours of clandestine meetings, how he had favoured the colonies above Earth… She had hope for her daughter. It was easier to be the politician than the one watching from the sidelines. Her attention slipped back to him. Dare she hope he had no memory of that night? Relena’s nightmares had faded years ago. She had been barely two when Sanc had fallen but for six-year-old Milliardo it was different. A six-year-old would remember more. It had been a long time ago and time dimmed and muddled memories. She could hope. He was watching that aide again, the liaison to his Parliament. She was no fool and knew the rumours of his past associations with Treize Kushrenada. How accurate might those rumours be considering he had married and had a son? She knew the delight the press had for muckraking and the man certainly had guts. It took a rare kind of courage to ignore the whispers and finger pointing and deliberately stand in the public view. She could honour that kind of courage even as she hated him for standing at her daughter’s side, for over shadowing Relena and claiming her crown. For years she had thought him dead, prayed he had not survived to salve her own conscience. There had been no hope but there he stood larger than life, dominating the room. Given the trials of his past she had to wonder at his survival. The man seemed impossible to kill. //Not like Stephan. He died once but his son leads a charmed life. Not an easy life, but certainly charmed.//
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