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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 + Stephen Notes: Challenge 100. Baby Series 3 #66. Takes
place approximately 14 hours after Little Inconveniences. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
She Was A Soldier His son was one year old. It had been one year now without Lucrezia. She had promised him an eternity together, waiting patiently for him to see the light and surrender himself to her care. Lucrezia alone had understood him; loved him. Midnight of the day of Stephen’s birth, ending the day of birth, a new day beginning. The day when his world had taken yet another frightening turn. The day his content, his belief all of the pain and killing had been worth while, had come crumbling down around him in hopeless desolation. Lucrezia. She had birthed Stephen and in the delivery room, there had been something wrong. He had heard whispers; not clearly enough to suspect what was happening but sufficient to know something was not quite right. She had been exhausted following a long labour in which he had thought the child would never be born. He had wondered how long she could endure such pain but they assured him it was normal. She had insisted on a natural childbirth. No epidural’s for his Lucrezia. She was a soldier, unafraid of pain and he had cringed at every ripple of her belly and grunt that escaped her control. “I’m not going to make it easy on you, Marquise. You will be there, watching every contraction, and I’ll be sure to scream my head off just to see you cringe.” She had grinned at him days before the event, happy to be pregnant and eager to hold the child. She had been happy and he had been terrified of the changes about to be made in their lives. A third in their family would alter the dynamics and he had not known if he was ready to be a father. They had been happy and he had wondered what had taken him so long to ask her to marry him. He would not wish himself on anyone and Lucrezia had understood but despaired of him, and in the end she had come out and demanded he get off his butt and marry her and be done with it. She had waited long enough for him to see sense. Lucrezia had always believed in plain speaking. How had she suffered him for so long? Why had he listened? Had he not she would be alive now, vibrant, beautiful and telling him with every flash of her violet eyes that she loved him and she would make him see reason. They should have had eternity together. Eternity was not so short and an eternity with her would have been an adventure. Nothing was ever boring in Lucrezia’s company. His gaze flicked to the child asleep, thumb lodged firmly in his mouth, pale hair a lighter blur in the darkness. In Stephen he had her fire, he was sure of it. He would
need to be content with that. ~ * ~ |
