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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: Helen Butterworth Notes: Challenge 110. Baby Series 3 #98. Takes
place approximately an hour after Helen and Pagan. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Disclaimers of Responsibility Helen pressed her lips together, glaring at the staff assembled, eyes blazing. She was, to say the least, unamused. It had become obvious what ailed the child after a bout of vomiting had further distressed the toddler. Having cleaned the child up and relaxed him with a warm bath infused with aroma therapeutic oils, Helen had rocked him to sleep in the King's massive rocking chair. She had issued instructions for every member of the nursery staff to be summoned and await her in the sitting room. Forcing herself to be calm while she attended Stephen she allowed her ire to show once the child was returned to bed. It would have been extremely satisfying to slam the door on her way into the sitting room, but as it would wake the child it was not a luxury she could afford. "You will be pleased to know that His Highness is now asleep. I want it to remain that way, and I want it understood I am singularly unamused and I have no qualms about advising the King to sack all of you!" Her tone was a sibilant hiss, full of her anger and no small amount of disgust. The person, or persons, responsible would step forward or she would advise the King to sack them all. "The responsible parties for this idiocy will be unemployed if I have my way, and I seriously suggest that body step forward to preserve the employment of the remainder of the staff." Her eyes tracked slowly over each of the women present, noting the reactions of each, who looked at whom, who looked honestly confused and who… Ah. "You are all trained in the care and dietary requirements for young children, so would you kindly explain how a child barely one year old ate sufficient dark chocolate to make him thoroughly ill?" A number of legitimately blank looks further pointed the finger at the guilty party. The girl was a romantic idiot and enamoured with one of the footmen and no doubt would have a perfectly stupid explanation. "Well?" Disclaimers of responsibility from everyone, including the one she knew full well had to be the responsible party. "Let me make it clear that I am more than willing to have you all dismissed. I accept that mistakes are easy to make and I expect my people to be honest. Appropriate punishment is designed to learn not to make the same error twice. That child has been violently ill and tomorrow he will undoubtedly clean out his bowels frequently and potentially painfully. Now, one or more of you is responsible and I expect you to own up." A sob and the girl was on her knees, face buried in her hands. "I'm sorry. I didn't know. I only took my eyes off him for a few minutes. I didn't know the chocolates were there! Not until I saw that he had stuffed himself silly." Helen snorted. "The rest of you can go." ~ * ~ |
