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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: Noin + Stephen Notes: Challenge 164. Baby Series 3 #266. Takes place at approximately the same time as Every Mothers Wish. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Such Wonderful Irony Why was it that more and more her focus became the tiny growing body of her son? She hovered protectively over the cot, her attention on the sleeping child, admiring the chubby lines of his face, the pale shimmer of his hair in the moonlight. He was, every inch of him, a Peacecraft. Her son. His son. Zechs. She preferred to think of him as Zechs, not Milliardo. Zechs was the teenage boy she had fixated on when he had come to Lake Victoria Academy and he had grown into the man who held true to his ideals. He was the man who found the strength to be the villain, sacrificing himself to be the bad guy; the focus for the worlds despair and anger. How ironic it was that His Excellency, the brains behind it all, had played the World Sovereign, the ultimate good guy who died to bring peace and the bad guy survived. More ironic that the one who killed His Excellency was now the very man who pursued Zechs with the intent of getting into his pants, not his space fortress. Noin snickered, throwing back her head and staring at the moon low on the horizon. "Such wonderful irony." It was comedic really, watching them dance around her Zechs. They pursued him with the greatest care and discretion, but she believed in calling a spade a spade and the truth was both Maxwell and Chang wanted her man. He knew it and tried to turn their attention to each other, and he was succeeding too, though neither of them was inclined to forget to stalk him. Her instincts as his wife screamed to haunt the pair of them to insanity, and she just might give them a fright or two before all was said and done, but her maternal instincts kept her hovering about her little boy. She wanted, selfishly she admitted, for Zechs to keep his focus on loving their son. He was her husband, the father of her child, and she did not particularly wish to see him partner with anyone, be it female or male. He was Hers, goddamn it. It was unfair that during their days together they had had so little time. That he had been focused to his task and to that man who had, unforgivably, enjoyed the warmth of him before her. But she had given Zechs something none of them could. She had given him this small, warm bundle of humanity and neither His Excellency, Chang or that grinning jackass Maxwell could do that. "Hey, Stephen, my lovely little boy. Ma'ma is here for you, baby. Ma'ma will never go away." Indeed no, she would not be wandering off as His Excellency was prone to do, haunting her Zechs with his melancholy, finding amusement in the pursuit of him. She might be dead but that did not mean she would leave things up to the idiocy of men. ~ * ~ |
