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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 Notes: Challenge 60. Baby Series 2 #179. Takes place a few minutes after A Dirty Word and On A High.
Restless He needed to get his mind off the night that had changed the lives of so many. He was heartily tired of reliving it over and over again. Simply being in Sanc was torture but it was a torture he was going to have to learn to live with. He paused at the foot of the staircase, considering his destination. Did he want company tonight? Did he really want even the company of those who had endured as much heartache and loss as he? Chang and Maxwell certainly understood loss, having lost so much in their own past. Misery loved company but he was restless. Turning abruptly he headed away from the kitchens and down a small darker hallway, well aware his watchdogs would consider sounding an alarm. He paused before he opened the outside door to rummage around in a closet and find a heavy coat from one of the workers that would fit him reasonably well. “Before you panic I’m only going to the stables.” “Sir.” They would follow, discreetly, but they would follow. He was becoming accustomed to having a shadow but the idea he could not take care of himself annoyed him. More likely they were concerned he might snap and break someone’s neck. Pulling the coat tighter about him he slipped out into the freezing night and took a moment to inhale the chill air. To call it bracing was not accurate, but with the first lung chilling breath he felt a weight fall from him. Beginning to smile he headed through the snow covered herb garden toward the stable block just beyond the screening trees. He wanted some quality alone time and he knew just where to get it. The stable block was bypassed with quick efficiency and he slipped through the big doors of the barn set behind the stables. The earthy smell of stored hay and animals surrounded him and the ultra rich world of royalty faded. It was warm with the body heat of the animals. One of the bulls called softly at the disturbance of his entrance and from the darkness the white cat named Duchess, mother to Nelson, meowed and wove through his legs. He gathered her into his arms and paced the length of the barn, checking the nearest stalls housing the five rams. The red bull called again and quieted to his soft spoken reassurance. Come the new year these animals, three bulls, five rams, four male goats and three of the stallions in the stable would be dispatched to the mountain manor. Traditionally the Kings of Sanc provided the hill folk with the bloodlines to build up and strengthen their herds. These animals he was gifting to them were a sign he would restore the traditions that enabled them to survive the hardships of their lands. The power station would benefit the city dwellers and to the hill folk the breeding stock would be a lifeline. They would welcome the return of the tradition. End
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