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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: Duo+ Helen+ Stephen + OC Notes: Challenge 99. Baby Series 3 #62. Takes
place immediately following No Secrets. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Smelly Creatures Stephen’s displeased bellows could be heard well beyond the conservatory; and if the Crown Prince wailed, a crowd formed with supersonic speed. It seemed to Duo that the conservatory filled with two black suited security guards, five maids, a footman or three, a passing trio of politicians, three palace guards and a gardener in the blink of an eye. One minute he and Helen were separating the tangle of kitten and child and the next there was an audience. Comments ranging from “Oooh, how cute!” to “I knew that kitten was going to be nothing but trouble,” filled the conservatory. The only practical action came from the gardener, who dived in and captured Nelson before the kitten could vanish into the potted jungle. The young cat announced his displeasure at being caught with a series of yowls and flailing claws. “Enough of that, ye vicious beasty.” The gardener ran a gloved hand gently over the kitten’s raised hackles. “Enough trouble ye ha’ caused a scarin’ the young’en. Tis getting yonder babe a dog I’ll be if ye dinna learn yer place, and putten’ ye in yer place it will.” Duo ran a hand gently over the white blonde curls and Helen murmured soothingly while examining Stephen for hurt. There was not a mark on the child Duo was pleased to note. “Maybe a dog would keep Nelson in line,” Duo chuckled. “Heaven forbid anyone should suggest it to the King. He would think he was depriving the child by not having one roaming the palace and I would be pulling Stephen out from under a smelly, drooling, fur shedding nuisance.” “T’is havin’ a low opinion of tae canine species ye are, lass. Ye can nae hae’ a better friend than a dog.” Helen arched an eyebrow. “Man’s best friend, hmm? Well, in case you had not noticed I am not a man and Stephen is a good few years yet from wanting one of those smelly creatures.” “Ah, lass, ye can be sure I noticed ye are a woman, and a fine lookin’ one too.” Duo enjoyed the novel sight of Helen Butterworth blushing. “You will kindly watch yourself, sir.” “T’is far more entertainin’ a watchin’ a pretty lassie blush.” “You are a flirt, Mr. McIntyre.” “Aye, that I am, but only with tae pretty one’s who hae’ a brain and a way with the bairns.” Duo could not help a wide smile. The Scotsman employed to oversee the conservatories and the greenhouses raising plants to be used in them, was quite obviously charming the nurse and he wondered if Helen would permit herself to be charmed. “Kindly take that beast out of my sight, Mr. McIntyre and yourself with him.” “Yer a hard woman, lass.” “I’m a little old to be a lass, sir.” “Madam, ye will ne’er be old. Like a rose yer beauty flourishes an’ transforms in’tae grace wit’ maturity. Might I take ye tae enjoy a coffee or perhaps a tea?” ~ * ~ |
