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"Baby Series 3"Written By: Karina Rating: PG Spoilers: None Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine. Pairing: Milliardo + Wu Fei + Duo + Heero Notes: Challenge 168. Baby Series 3 #277. Takes place following The Language of Hn Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
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Doomed "I'm doomed." "Yeah. You are." "Shut up Maxwell." "Gentlemen, please. Peace." Milliardo sighed, rising to see about making what he now determined to be a desperately needed cup of… perhaps tea this time? Yuy glared daggers at the unrepentant Duo who was grinning, taking an unholy delight in his discomfort. "I don't need you to rub it in, baka." "Hey, hey, no name calling. You gotta learn to look on the brighter side of life. All doom and gloom won't get you anywhere, except into an early grave. Since we avoided that in the war I think we deserve to live long and prosper." No, perhaps a particularly strong brew of chocolate with overtones of cinnamon to fortify him against the two intent on destroying what he had hoped would be a peaceful night. After the stress of the day… but his sister was worth a disrupted night, was she not? Measuring milk into a saucepan Milliardo considered the situation. Heero needed to be set on a course of independent romance; give him some initial pointers, basic instruction on the do's and don'ts and, if he succeeded thereafter in wooing the Princess, all well and good. If he failed… it obviously was not meant to be. Heero needed to learn to stand on his own two feet in more circumstances than a blazing fire fight or computer hack. Breaking up and dropping in pieces of dark chocolate he added a cinnamon stick and reached for his telephone as he set the milk to heating, watching in faint amusement as Duo continued to bait Heero. Chang sat back in his seat with one hand pressed to his left temple, presumably fighting the urge to take the squabbling pair down. "Security." "It's Milliardo. I want a report on the activities of Relena in the last two hour period." Sudden silence descended on the kitchen and he could feel Yuy's eyes burning a hole in his chest. Chang offered one single abrupt nod and Maxwell arched an eyebrow and pouted. "The Princess retired to her suite and ordered a private supper for two be served at ten thirty. Agent Yuy arrived at ten thirty five." "Their activities?" Yuy looked like he would blow a gasket and he snickered silently. The voice on the other end of the conversation took on an uncomfortable undertone, but the report was given. The Princess and her prospective Consort had enjoyed a light supper and had exited to the balcony to watch the city lights and had danced on said balcony. It was just too hard to resit seeing the colour flooding Yuy's face. "And during which musical interlude did my sister go all gooey eyed?" Yuy face palmed and Maxwell offered thumbs up. "Sir?!" "You heard me. What was the musical piece playing when Relena demonstrated a marked…" he could not help hesitating, watching Yuy for his reaction. "dewy eyed romantic reaction?"
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