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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: Stephen + Sisterhood Member Notes: Challenge 173. Baby Series 3 #292. Takes place at approximately the same time as Quiet Words and Soft Touches. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
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Blue Diamonds She paused, tilting her head slightly. Had she heard… something? "Heh." She was almost sure… "Have they found him?" Panic flavoured the woman's speech. She paused, watching from the shadows as the women paused at the head of the staircase. "Not that I have heard. The Imperial Guard has turned out into the garden in case he somehow managed to escape the house. At least he has not fallen down the stairs. Oh Lord, it would be the death of the little angel if he fell on the stairs! He has to still be on this floor." It was certainly preferable to think the escapee had not escaped the nursery floor, but given how quick children could be, and how adventurous this one was proving to be, it was guaranteed he had gone a good distance. They could only hope his inquisitive nature would latch onto something harmless and keep him occupied until they could find him. //They are like headless chickens. They need to slow down and listen. I thought I heard a… child laughing? But where?// ——————————- Footsteps thundered through the hallways, not that he was concerned. "Heh." Sweet. Good. "Heh. Mmmm." "Ah, child! So this is where you have been." Wide eyes, pale and shining as blue diamonds, wide with innocence and fearlessness, lifted in response to the warm voice. "Heh!" "You like that? Ah, just look at you! What a mess. But it is testament to you having had a wonderful time." How he had managed to elude his carers she had no idea, but it was not her place to speculate. Protecting the child was her business, not seeing him confined to a play room or nursery. Exploration was good for a child's development and, given his parentage, this particular child was destined to be a handful. "Good! Heh." "Oh you are going to be a little horror for a few hours. I am pleased it will not be me managing you when the sugar rush kicks in." Blue eyes blinked from the brown smeared face. Chubby fingers were thrust into the eagerly opened mouth and he sucked noisily on them, eyes shining brighter. Scattered around the child lay the crumpled, and in some cases half eaten, wrappers from the three boxes of rather expensive chocolate which now lay empty, scattered over the once pristine white carpet. Given the look of the Crown Prince, the sorry state of his clothing and the deplorable condition of the carpet, he had been indulging a developing sweet tooth for a considerable amount of time. The fate of the sweet confectionery was to be eaten, not smeared over clothing, face, carpet and furniture… and curtains, she noted with a growing sense of horror. "HUH! Hehe." The chocolaty laugh was accompanied by the smearing of copious quantities of chocolaty saliva over the carpet as the child bounced, chocolate and drool in equal measure dribbling down his chin and onto his once white silk shirt and shorts. ~ * ~ |
