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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: Relena + Mrs. Darlian Notes: Challenge 75. Baby Series 2 #237. Takes
place immediately after Heads Up.
Their Guiding Star In her mother's sitting room there was a Christmas tree. The firelight glinted on the ornaments, shimmering on the tinsel. The star surmounting the tree held her attention, its crystal glimmer reflecting the dancing flames. They were seated before the fireplace, curled together beneath an eiderdown. Nestled close she drank in the silence, listening and hearing no sounds of distant gunshots. In fact, she realized, other than the running in the hallways she had heard no sounds to alarm her. “Relena?” “I need to talk to you about … the future.” “Yes.” Alice prompted gently, lightly stroking her daughter’s hair back from her face. “I … am not … happy … as I am. I am not sure what I should do.” “How can I help?” The crystal star shimmered golden with a flare of flame, and Relena felt it was guiding her, as comforting and steadying as her mother’s arms. “I am tired. Tired of what I have been doing. It seems I have become a political football, directed to go here and there at the drop of a hat. They expect me to pull miracles out of thin air. Who do they think I am? I’m twenty-one, Mother, not a hundred and one.” “There are many who look up to you, respect you for what you have done. Especially in the colonies. One might almost suggest the colonists consider you their guiding star.” “But I’m not. I’m learning, and there is so much to learn. Milliardo taking over Sanc has helped, it takes a lot of the burden away from me, but it’s not what I want.” “You did not want him to become King? I though you had your hands in that particular pie.” “I did, and I had every intention of him taking his rightful place. I wanted Milliardo to be who he was born to be, but I don’t want to give up Sanc and spend my days colony-hopping. I want …” “Yes?” Relena sighed. “I want a family. I want a husband and children, a home, not a hotel room for a night or two, and then on to another location a carbon copy of the last. I’m tired of the speeches, tired of the formality, tired of travelling. I’m tired of being expected to pull out the magical cure all. I want to be twenty-one. I want to enjoy myself. I want…” “I think the important one is coming up.” Her mother murmured. “I want Heero. I want to be with Heero and have a family. I don’t want to spend eight months of the year away from my family, either my immediate family or my extended family.” “Ah. I thought it might be something like that. Are you of a mind to throw your career away just to have him?” “No I … I want to help people, but I don’t see why I can’t enjoy a family of my own while I do it.”
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