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"Baby Series 2"Written By: Karina Rating: PG Pairing: Zechs + Stephan + Heero Notes: Challenge 20. Baby Series 2 #2 . Takes place a few hours after Ghostly Wails. Spoilers: None Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine. Many thanks to Dulin for her work as beta.
Language Skills "Yuy. Sit." Milliardo indicated a chair. "How are you today?" "Fine." Heero eyed the King warily as Milliardo skilfully manoeuvred the teaspoon of soggy mush between his son’s lips, scooped it up from the baby’s blown raspberry and deposited it neatly back in Stephan’s mouth. "I have a question I need you to answer." Milliardo considered the goo oozing down the front of his silk shirt before he caught the food being spat out for a second time and returned it to sender inciting a riot of giggles from the Prince. "Keep that in there, Young Man." Heero tried to maintain stoic indifference but he could feel his lips twitching. Since the households of the King and Princess of Sanc merged he had been treated to some unusual sights not the least of which was the King wearing his son’s dinner bowl on more than one occasion. It seemed young Stephan was inventive when it came to a hundred and one ways to make your father wear food. "What are your intentions toward my sister?" "What?" Milliardo arched an eyebrow but chose not to comment on the high pitched squeak from Yuy. The Princess’ bodyguard was sitting with his mouth gaping and his eyes fairly popping out of his head. "Your intentions toward my sister are …?" "I … will not permit … It is my duty to ensure she is safe at all times." "You do know that Relena holds you in a certain regard?" Yuy looked uncomfortable and never so much as twitched when Stephan grasped a handful of sickly looking orange strained vegetables and hurled it at his father’s white shirt. "Thank you, Stephan. It will clash superbly with the chocolate pudding you had last night." Heero’s lips twitched on recalling the white trousers the King had been wearing and the Prince’s determination not to eat his evening meal. ""Well, Yuy?" "Pardon? Oh. Relena." "She is rather enamoured of you and I wish to know if you are intending to let her down gracefully or court her in a manner befitting her station." "I … am … uhm …" "Come now Yuy. Do you like her that way or not? Or are you gay?" Heero turned a rainbow of colours in quick succession. "I’m … not. Gay." He finished quickly. "Not Gay or not interested?" "Not Gay." Could the desk do him the supreme favour of swallowing him now? "So you are interested?" "Yes.. No! I mean …" "I need to find the right man for our Princess and must know if you count yourself amidst those exulted ranks?" "You … are going … to make her … marry?" "Good God! What do you think this is, the Dark Ages? I want Relena to marry for love. So are her affections returned or are you cheating her of time she could be using to peruse the field of potentials?" "I … I …" Nothing wanted to come out of his mouth but a senseless stammer. Milliardo sighed. "I see. We need to enroll you in language skills." End Karina Robertson 2005
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