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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 + Mrs. Darlian Notes: Challenge 61. Baby Series 2 #181. Takes
place a few minutes after Grasping Opportunity.
Less Ears To Hear “Sir. Lady Alice Darlian is wandering the grounds. I believe it her intent to speak with you.” The voice came from the deeper shadows and he was hardly surprised. They would have followed him and they were particularly good at being discreet. He had not expected her to leave the palace, but at such a time of night they could be relatively assured of privacy. The woman would catch more than a cold if she wandered outside for too long and his peace was obviously to be disturbed. The air needed to be cleared between them and this was as good a time as any. “Invite Lady Darlian to attend me. I would appreciate a little privacy for what will be a sensitive ’family’ interview.” “Sir. Should I remove pitchforks and other potentially harmful paraphernalia?” “Cheeky sod.” Milliardo chuckled. If she was so keen to talk he would take advantage of the opportunity. Unless Relena was wandering around the grounds they could be assured she would not be involved. He did not wish to hurt his sister and if she knew she would be mortified. He had come seeking some relief from his insomnia, but he would exploit the opportunity presented. It was time to close a door on the past. The door creaked open and he gave the bull one last rub between the eyes before turning. She looked practically blue from cold and fragile but he knew the truth. There lay a core of steel, a politician’s wife who survived the cut throat world of international and intra-colonial politics. “Lady Alice Darlian, Sir.” “Some privacy, if you please.” The guard faded back toward the door, closing it firmly behind him. He heard a faint rustle in the hay to one side and caught the shadow of a movement on the far side of the barn. She appeared to notice neither and he waited for her to approach, uncertain how best to begin. For Relena he could not tell the woman how much he had loathed her all those years ago. “Your Majesty.” “I think it best we forego formality, don’t you?” “I thought it best we talk away from other distractions.” She was nervous, possibly of his reaction, possibly of the night itself. Genteel women of the court were not wont to wander beyond their bedrooms at night, even matrons and she was an attractive woman. People might talk. “The less ears to hear, the better.” It was an awkward silence, neither certain where to begin. Neither eager to make the first move, both only too aware of the delicacy of the matter. He did not feel particularly gentlemanly and gave her no visual clue as to his state of mind. He was not feeling kind enough to make an excuse to talk at a later time, either. For better or worse this was the time, it was her choice to initiate it. End
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