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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: Pagan Notes: Challenge 79. Baby Series 2 #251. Takes
place immediately after The Exact Initiative. Many thanks to ShenLong Deb for stepping into
the breach as beta.
Bend He considered the young men for a long moment, noting the bright eyed speculation. Ah, to be young. Such resilience was to be admired and desired in one of his years. Some days their resilience tired him, but that was to be expected given his age. They were young, rash, tended to leap feet first into a puddle only to discover it a pond and deeper by far than they had assumed. He had been no different in his youth. They would not consider themselves young, but they were. Their lives had been difficult but they had traversed its trials and excelled, surviving. That was one of the reasons he considered them for this position. Their resilience and their survival instincts. If he was to sanction the King having affairs of the heart he at least needed to ensure that the interested parties would not fade and wither away. They would face difficulties with their roles but they had proven they were persistent and would not lightly be dismissed. They had courage and fortitude and above all, they were stubborn. They would need all of these virtues to persuade his stubborn King to soften and love again. Pagan eyed Chang for a long moment. His background was not too dissimilar to Milliardo’s. There were differences, huge ones, but the respect for the traditions and protocols of elite society were ingrained into him and he had the strength to curb the excesses of the brash Duo Maxwell. Individually they must fail. He knew that. Against one of them Milliardo Peacecraft, bless his stubborn hide, would resist and remain solitary. United, each a half of a whole, from difficult beginnings they could wear down the man to the point he would give in. Maxwell would be the key to a life other than protocol and duty. He would instil in them a zest for living, counteracting the duties of position that would bind Chang as securely as they bound the King. Maxwell would never permit himself to be locked within the bounds of polite society’s strictures and he would not permit the other two to dwell there. Chang could counter the wildest excesses of the braided, bright eyed livewire and Maxwell would, if necessary, force feed life into Chang. Together they could restore a life bound in sorrow, instilling in Milliardo more than duty and more than Stephen. Children grew up and moved on; and then what? What would be left for a man who had given up everything? What for Milliardo other than cold duty and a colder bed? The man would not survive long after his son matured if that was all he had to look forward to. //Bend to meet me half way, as I bend to meet with you. Meet me half way, listen to my counsel and you will win this battle. It will be anything but easy, but the rewards, if you are determined and patient, will be with you for all of your life.//
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