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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: Alice Darlian Notes: Challenge 164. Baby Series 3 #265. Takes place soon after Royal Watching. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
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Every Mothers Wish She was so very proud of her daughter. Though in truth they shared no true blood ties beyond that of distant cousins, most of the nobility of the European sector were related on some level after all, the girl was, and always would be, her pride and joy. Her daughter. Relena had served the people of the ESUN as Vice Foreign Minister for years now and, in her new found maturity, she might have gone far in the government had she chosen to pursue that career. The people, Earth born and colony bred alike trusted her; saw her as a symbol of the peace they now enjoyed and continued to expect much of her. It was a lot to place on a young girl's shoulders. She had carried it well, never bowing beneath the weight of responsibility in the public eye, carrying herself with grace and strength. It was every mother's joy to watch their child succeed in life and she was no different. She was Relena's mother in every sense of the word that mattered. She carried that maternal instinct when it came to the child her husband had pressed into her arms whilst on the television the news was breaking to the world of the horrors of a massacre that had taken place in Sanc. Lies. Half truths, outright lies, so much deception and propaganda. She had been there; running through the hallways, screaming as so many others had ran and screamed. She had been in terror of her life… and she had left a young child, a small and helpless boy, to die in flaming ruins. Her shame known only to her and him. Was it guilt that had, at first, made her love the child she was given? Guilt that she had run from protecting this little girl's brother that had warmed her heart to the orphaned waif destined to lead the world to peace in the fullness of time? Whether it was or not she had come to love the little girl. Barely two years old, an innocent as so many others who had died had been innocent. They were all innocent of the charges that had been made against them, pathetic excuses for a massacre, and so many of them had died in the invasion that should never have happened. How could talks involving the desire for peace end in such ruin? She had grown to be beautiful, and on her brother's arm she fairly glowed, laughing and shining as Princess of Sanc. It was a title she had never thought her daughter would claim, let alone claim willingly. She did not lack for maternal instincts where it came to Relena and all of her instincts told her it was a good change. Her child would be happy. That was every mother's wish. ~ * ~ |
