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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 + Quatre + Trowa + Stephen Notes: Challenge 144. Baby Series 3 #205. Takes
place shortly following A Zest For Life. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Small Beginnings "Request Mr. Winner and Mr. Barton to attend me immediately." He caught the brief glare from Chang as he removed his hand from the com link and settled back into his seat. Gently running a finger over the kitten's back he watched Stephen toddle over to Wu Fei and grip his pants leg with drool dripping fingers. It still amazed him how Chang dealt with the child. The fiery tempered young man seemed to have a store of infinite patience when it came to the child and never commented on or flinched at the frequent deposits of sticky or wet fingers that found their way onto his clothing. Wu Fei bent to pick up Stephen and hold him close, ignoring the drool as a particularly wet and sloppy kiss was planted on his cheek. "It must be time for him to be returned to his Nanny. I will take him." //Running from Winner again, my friend? That will not do.// Small beginnings were, at the least, beginnings. "There is a few minutes yet before I must lose him to Helen." "As you wish." Yes, unhappy to remain, that was clear. He had hoped they would have mended the rift in their relationship, but he might at least see that they spent some time in the same room. Wu Fei might not like it but Quatre was right. It really was not done, not that he was one to avoid thumbing his nose at propriety when he could, but in this… He was King and though he was trying to build a liberal minded Sanc, they were under the scrutiny of the rest of the world because it was Milliardo Peacecraft sitting on the throne. //How not to make friends and influence people,// he mused. Had he avoided the throne might he have weakened his resolve and responded to the advances of two vitally alive young men? Propriety had its place and he would use it to the best effect he could. It was propriety that would see Winner in attendance of him and not hammering down the door to Maxwell's room. The King had summoned, be it in the form of a politely delivered request for his presence, it was a summons regardless. One did not refuse the King. Not even the Winner could. The influence of royalty could not, even in this day and age, be underestimated. Ah, how their eyes sought each other out. Neither liked being at odds but both were proud and neither would give ground easily. Barton nodded to Chang, graceful as he formally acknowledged the King in his presence and glided so smoothly to stand between Winner and Chang that it seemed quite natural. Barton was not pleased by the continued estrangement either. Something really had to be done about that. "Gentlemen. It is an unexpected honour to have your company this morning. To what do we owe the pleasure?" "Milliardo." Winner inclined his head. "We came to see Duo. He's hurt!" ~ * ~ |
