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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: Pagan + Milliardo Notes: Challenge 110. Baby Series 3 #100. Takes
place shortly after Do You Think Me A Fool? Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Careful Guidance Dark eyes watched the blonde with quiet contentment. He had grown well, this young man. Standing slightly over six foot three inches tall and sleekly muscled, he was a fine catch on looks alone. The artful disarray of the hairstyle framed his face, wisps escaping the loose ponytail, cascading over one shoulder. Matured women would want to mother him if they saw him in this state and younger women, including those up to ten years his senior, would desire him for more intimate reasons. He was exceptionally good looking, even for a Peacecraft, and he would be pursued for more than the crown he claimed. He had missed so much of this young life. He had returned to Sanc, searching for the Prince, heartbreakingly coming to the conclusion the child had perished. There had been rumours, but his pursuit of those whispers had never convinced him the child had survived. He had despaired, treasured and protected the Princess, and in the end it was the lost son who would hold the country together. As a combined unit the siblings would be the salvation of Sanc. Long, slender fingers curled around the mug, soaking in the warmth. That was something that had not changed in the intervening years. The child of long ago had had a marked preference for hot chocolate, as did the man he had grown into. It was a strong brew too, using a bitter, dark chocolate blend. The father had had a weakness for chocolate too. "You should go to bed, Pagan. There is no need for you to sit up with me." "Actually, young sir, I was enjoying the peace. It is not often the palace is quiet, but at this hour… it is a pleasant change." A large hand brushed strands of pale silk out of the way of the mug as it rose, and fine nostrils flared as he inhaled the aroma of chocolate and cinnamon before drinking. "Do you ever get tired, Pagan?" "We all get tired, sir." "You never seem to sleep." He smiled, knowing only one as observant as Milliardo Peacecraft would note the twitch of his moustache that betrayed his amusement. "Thank you, sir. It is the mark of distinction for my profession to not be seen to waver; to be there when I am required and to anticipate the needs of my employer." "And Hunter? What of him?" "Hunter must be neither seen nor heard; but must be prepared to direct every occasion. Young master Yuy has a great deal to learn." "Don't work yourself into the grave, old man. I sometimes feel that Sanc will crumble into dust without your careful guidance. " "There are others who shall step forward when I am done. I have waited a long time to see a Peacecraft sit the throne. I am not of a mind to depart this world so soon." "Your cup is empty. Would you like more tea?" "I would prefer a hot chocolate." ~ * ~ |
