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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: Milliardo + Stephan Notes: Challenge 59. Baby Series 2 #173. Takes place approximately three hours after She Could Hope.
Her Hope, Our Hope “Still awake, son of mine? At such an hour too. You will exhaust your carers.” Stephan grinned, forgetting about rolling around in his cot, small hands now reached for moon pale hair dipping over the railing. A gurgling laugh covered Milliardo’s hiss as fists clenched and tugged and the sturdy little body was lifted into strong arms. “Not at all interested in sleeping, are you?” The rocking chair was placed near the window, and he wrapped the boy tightly in a fur throw and settled in the chair. Pale hair so like his own reflected the dim glow of late moonlight. The nursery was heated to a higher temperature and it was comfortable compared to his own suite. “Have you been giving Helen a hard time?” “Huh. Dad, dad.” “No playing tonight, brat. You will go to sleep. We have a big day ahead of us and you can not be a crabby chappy.” “Dad.” Chubby fingers batted at the ruby earring and he tilted his head, taking the gem just out of the baby’s reach. Gently smoothing pale curls he tried to find something of Lucrezia in the child’s face. Perhaps something in the blue eyes? To look at Stephan was a Peacecraft but there had to be something there of the firebrand he married. “Your mummy would have loved you. You were her big hope things would be normal. Our hope the world could leave us alone and we would be just another family. Peacecrafts learn early nothing will be normal in our lives. We learn it by the time we can run. We are not so different though they treat us as special.” But Stephan was something special, something very special. He was her son and her hope for their future. Though she was gone he was still her son. Through the actions of others the future they had planned was so must dream dust on the wind and their son was the symbol of hope for an entire country. Such a terrible burden to rest on tiny shoulders. “It will not be so hard a burden as I have found it to be. I’ll make certain you don’t face the despair of war. No fire for you, Stephan. No trial by fire to scar you and live in your dreams as fresh as the day hope died.” Tiny fingers patted his cheek and he ignored the drool coating them. This was his hope, the symbol of what he worked for. Stephan. The next generation, free of the blood and fear. "It will all have been worth it if you can live your life without knowing the heartache of war. I want you to live your life without ever having to hope tomorrow will not see your friends dead from the excesses of your fellow man. I want to look back at the past and say it was worth everything I saw, everything I said and everything I did.”
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