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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 Notes: Challenge 86. Baby Series 3 #19. Takes
place at approximately the same time as Seeming Opposites.
Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Afternoon Appointments It was reaching the point where he could snap if someone breathed out of turn. Just when he was satisfied with the day, something had to rear its demanding head and fasten onto his backside with fanged obstinacy. Pagan was not amused. The summons had interrupted his lunch and since breakfast also had been interrupted he was not in a forgiving mood. Particularly as he had managed to see both Peacecraft siblings had the opportunity to enjoy an hour’s peace and enjoy a rare private luncheon. It had taken him days to arrange appointments around that one hour where brother and sister could have free time. Up until a half hour before lunch he'd had people attempting to make use of the unallocated time. Actually succeeding in placing the siblings in the safe custody of their various interests had given him a sense of accomplishment he rarely experienced. And honestly, if Milliardo Peacecraft did not enjoy this opportunity he would personally pull out that cascading mane one hair at a time. The man was a workaholic. The closest he could get the King to relax during the day was to ensure Stephen was in his presence. For Milliardo, the world ceased to exist when his son was in his arms. There were days when Pagan came close to losing his legendary calm and one day he would snap and give the man a serious talking to. He would resist the urge for the moment and hope Chang and Maxwell could penetrate that thick Peacecraft skull and get the man to live again. Peacecrafts could be a law unto themselves and once they loved and lost they could be obstinate to a fault. The problem was their passions were so intense. If Chang and Maxwell actually succeeded in arousing the King to the point they managed to get him into bed, they would be in for the surprise of their life. The old man snickered and glanced around, ensuring no one was near enough to hear. It simply would not do to have anyone catch him enjoying himself. Not that there was much to enjoy oneself with, given certain politicians and their assumption the world revolved around them. There was a neck or two in Parliament which could do with a little attention. A gentle throttling at first, just short of actually strangling the idiot, but if the warning was not taken, then a sharp snap of the spine might be in order. If they pushed too far he would be only too happy to see them depart this life with as much fanfare as they had arrived; which was to say none. The afternoon appointments were arranged. He was not juggling affairs because politicians determined themselves to be of more importance than the King’s schedule. It was undoubtedly because of the rumours the King had chosen Lady Rowena though the appointment with her sponsors had nothing to do with courtship and everything to do with murder. ~ * ~ |
