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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: Relena + Heero Notes: Challenge 85. Baby Series 3 #16. Takes
place at the same time shortly after Start Small. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
One Day Relena smiled as the door closed behind Pagan. Beyond the windows, clouds briefly broke apart to admit a glimpse of watery blue and burst of brilliant sunshine. After the dullness of the morning the patch of clear and bright sky considerably brightened her day. Or was it simply she was alone with Heero? Pagan had advised them not to waste the time he had garnered for them. With a twitch of his moustache which she was sure was a smile, the old man had departed with a penetrating stare at Heero. “He’s warned you what not to do, hasn’t he?” Heero deepened his voice, drawing down his brows and one side of his mouth twitched slightly. “Indeed.” Relena snickered at the single word. Pagan’s favourite expression and Heero had managed a creditable imitation of the old man. “I can’t believe he forgot the chaperone.” Heero inclined his head slightly. “He didn’t forget anything.” Picking up a small device set beside his plate he aimed it behind him and after a moment soft music filled the room. Relena’s smile widened; popular romantic music, soothing and beautiful strains to compliment the occasion. “I guess he didn’t forget anything. It’s nice.” “I’ve missed you.” Relena sighed; the last few days had been trying. The members of Parliament were determined not to consider Heero a serious contender for her affections. It was bad enough they arranged these horrible few weeks full of power hunting scavengers, but to try to exclude the one person she most wanted to see was too much. By failing to include Heero in the daily activities it was making her more determined. They were defeating their own purpose. “It has been…” He hesitated, considering how best to describe how hard it had been watching his competition interact freely with her. “Difficult.” Relena absently brushed an errant lock of hair aside. “Difficult is one way to describe it I suppose. There are instances when I want to pick up the nearest statue and bludgeon the idiots to death. I’m not really a pacifist, am I?” A tired sigh. “I am so looking forward to seeing them depart.” “They’ll be back.” Relena looked at the bright sunlight peeking through the clouds, which threatened to obscure it at any second. “Yes, but I will not weaken.” “One day I will ask you to marry me.” “Why not today?” “I need to be sure you want me. All of me, just as I am.” Liquid blue eyes stared at him from across the table. “But Heero… I do.” “I want to say what I feel and not fall over my own words. I want it to be perfect and I want to be alive to enjoy it.” Bemused, Relena frowned. “Excuse me?” “Between Pagan and your brother do you think I’d survive a second if they were not sure I would do right by you?” ~ * ~ |
