A Hump Day Treat (Pt 2)
A week late, but I hope it's understandable.
Working Title: She's Having His Baby
Author: Chibihentaichan
Rating: T (and should stay that way.)
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Summary: The news had been speaking all morning about the Peacecraft baby, but who could the father be?
Notes: Takes place five years after the series, so pretty spoileriffic. This is all thanks to maji_nekochan and the promt she left. So, sweetie, this is all for you!
Part 1
Quatre was speaking before he was through the vice foreign minister’s door, “how could you have been so idiotic as to let something like this leak.”
“Good morning Quatre,” Relena smiled, her had folded politely atop her ink blotter. “Would you like some coffee?”
“No, thank you,” he replied in the same agitated tone. “You’re unmarried, Relena. You bribe the staff at the clinic not to talk. This goes far beyond the fake name stage. This is the time to buy silence.”
“You’re not even going to ask me if it’s true.” He leveled a stare that answered succinctly. “Well, it would only be polite.”
“Relena, this is about scandal, not niceties.”
“I’m twenty-four years old. If I didn’t have a scandal, my life would be considered boring.”
Quatre sighed with well practiced agitation, and after a moment he said, “I’ll assume that you know who the father is.” She gave him a look that answered him succinctly. “Are you going to tell him?”
“What for?”
“Relena…”
“He’ll know when the babies born. Asians have the dominant genes, generally speaking, so the baby will look like him.”
“It’s not Heero’s is it?”
“No,” she made a face looking very much like she had taken her first sip of beer. “Oh, no. Eww.”
“I just thought I’d ask.”
“I was just checking.”
“No, it’s not Heero’s. Besides, Heero’s gay.”
“He is?”
“You didn’t know?”
“He hides it well.
“Sometimes.” Quatre looked perplexed about it.
“So it’s not Heero’s.” She nods. “And you’re not going to tell the father?”
“I might,” she answers in the singsongy way of a schoolgirl, and adds in a mumble, “If he even remembers.”
“So he might not know!?” She nods her head, reluctantly, looking very much as if she could burst into tears. “And you’re okay with that?” She shakes her head this time. “Do I know him?” She nods her head again, her lip starting to quiver as she watched Quatre put it together. “It’s not…” she nods before he can finish. Quatre pauses, baffled at the revelation, and then says, “How in the name of Allah and all his good works did that happen?” Relena opens her mouth to reply, but before a work can form she starts to cry.
It took Quatre over a half an hour to get her calmed again, and by that time they were both exhausted, and Quatre was much better informed about the circumstances surrounding the pregnancy. Relena made her excuses to her secretary who smiled and shooed the Vice Foreign Minister out of the office. The ride down in the elevator was quiet, but Quatre kept an arm around Relena. She rested her head on his shoulder and berated in the smell of Quatre’s cologne which was mixed with the scent Trowa normally wore. She smiled.
“Someone went into the office late,” she teased. Quatre’s shoulder shook.
“No,” he laughed. “I went in early for a phone call. But I wish it was the other way around.”
“Do you think the office will survive without you?”
“Vincent is competent,” He smiled. “Besides, something is more important right now.” The arm he had around her shoulder tightened in an awkward, but very comforting, half hug.
When they reached the parking garage, Quatre lead them to his, saying it would be less conspicuous. As the car came to life, the radio started expounding theories about Quatre being the father of the Peacecraft baby and Relena laughed.
“Well,” Quatre said pulling his car out of the spot, “that didn’t take them very long.”
“Oh, if they only knew,” she replied, a knowing smile on her lips. “But it’s none of their business.”
Relena watched the windows as they left the parking garage. The normally small amount of reporters, sniffing about for some sort of story, has multiplied like flies on a dead horse. It seems as if every one of them were pushing towards Quatre's car. Over the radio, they cold hear a play by play of their actions, as if it were some sort of sporting event.
There was something surreal about the experience, having reporters descend upon Quatre's car, information raiding party, pushing against each other, pounding on the windows, willing to rape with questions and pillage pictures of the mother to be and the suspected father of her child. They didn't respond as Quatre revved the car engine, they just kept shouting their questions and taking their pictures. One it revved, twice the car growling out a warning before
surging forward parting the crowd of reporters, nearly pulling some under it, as Quatre and Relena make their bid for freedom.
Gaping, Relena looked back at the throng of muckrakers, who were still shouting and snapping pictures as they drove away. "I can't believe you did that!" she exclaimed with a little elated giggle. Then turning, she added, "You’re going to get sued for if you hit one."
"What's one less reporter in the world," Quatre half joked and Relena gaped at him. "I talked to legal about it before I ever tired that. They say if the person is standing, not walking, in front of your car and you hit them, it's their fault."
"That doesn't sound correct," Relena replied.
"It's not, but they're really good lawyers."
As they pulled up to Relena's home, the radio was still expounding about their escape and still claming that Quatre was the mystery father. Quatre turned the car off as some woman with an L-4 accent was discussing Relena's possible life was a neo-Muslim wife. Quatre pulled the keys from the ignition and sighed, his body visibly relaxing. Staring at the ceiling he said, “You do realize that he knows.”
“He hasn’t said anything.” Her word pouted but her face didn’t.
“I’ve seen him drunk before; the only time that he didn’t remember the night before he had spent a good portion of the night in the bathroom and woke up cuddling the toilet.” Relena nods. “If he hasn’t said anything yet it’s because you left in the morning. He probably thinks you regret it and doesn’t want to bring you any embarrassment.” Quatre takes a moment to look her in the eyes. Tears waited there, asking permission to be shed. “I didn’t tell you this so that you’d feel bad; I just wanted you to be prepared.”
“For what?”
“As we drove up I noticed Duo’s car, which likely means that Duo is going...no wait, Duo is here, and he’s coming over to the car.” Relena didn’t need to look to know that Duo was watching the car, sizing it up like it might be some impromptu explosive device; she just swallowed the expletive that she would have regretted uttering. Duo was her friend too, she had confided in him. He would understand, hopefully.
“I’m not certain who else is here,” Quatre continued, “but you might want to prepare your statements to all important partied now, so you don’t say something you regret later. Just make sure you prepare for every eventuality, including acceptance.”
Duo knocked on the window of Quatre’s door, not taking the indignant posture that would allow him to look inside, just standing and rapping lightly before pulling on the handle and opening the door. “Out.” There was a sharp jerk of his head, that’s all.
Quatre calmly turned and stood. Duo quietly relayed that the baby’s father was in the front parlor and Quatre should “go easy.” Quatre smiled and reminded Duo that Relena was pregnant and then he was gone. And, just like that, Quatre was gone, leaving Duo to replace him in the driver’s seat.
Duo sighed the way Relena wanted to and rubbed at his forehead. “I’m gonna say a whole bunch here,” he started, “just to let you get up to speed before we go in, so you’re gonna have to let me talk.” He looked at her Relena and waited for her to nod. “That means no interruptions, okay?” She nodded again. “All right. So he knows what happened and figures he took advantage of you. Which I figure isn’t true because you would have told Heero and he’d be dead already, but he isn’t listening to that kind of logic. He really wants to do the right thing and marry you, but only if you agree, which I pretty much figure you will, unless you’ve changed your mind since we last talked about this.” She shakes her head and he smiles. “Good. Okay, so no shocks there. Now your brother on the other hand, might thing that I’m the baby’s father, although, he’s been so irrational the he may actually believe the news reports and think it’s Quatre’s and then we’re all fucked. Of course, he might think its Trowa’s too…this is really complicated, but he doesn’t actually suspect who the father really is, and that’s good, ‘cause it buys you two time to figure stuff out. And you two need to…figure stuff out that is.” He takes a breath and then looks at her with all his earnest good will. “Anyway, Heero and Trowa are bringing him over right now. Hopefully he’s not holding a grudge or this is gonna be a really bad trip for Heero.” Relena looked confused but kept quiet. “Now, if you have any questions, you can ask them, but we gotta hurry up and get inside before your brother get’s here and starts demanding stuff.”
“I…wha…it…” Relena started several questions, not sure where to stat. “You’re sure he knows?”
“Unless you developed some other random crush that you didn’t tell me about, yeah. I mean it is…”
“Of course it is!”
“Just checking.”
“And he really wants to…?”
“Yeah, we talked about it, and stuff. I told him he didn’t have to, but he insists. I would have made him buy that ring that Heero said you liked, but I didn’t know what store it was at.”
“And he’s inside.”
“Yup.”
“And he still wants to speak with me.”
“Ah, yup.”
“Do you hate me?”
Duo too her hands and smiled. “How can I hate the mother of my niece?”
“Niece?”
“Or nephew.”
“Better.” She smiled, and then looked at Duo solemnly. “I just have one more question.”
“Okay, shoot.” Duo said leaning back and letting go of her hands.
“Just what did Heero do to my brother?”
Duo laughed, nervously, and gave her his best “you can’t be mad at me” smile. This was going to be a long story.
Pretty much unbetaed and there are still parts I'm not happy with, but here it is.
Working Title: She's Having His Baby
Author: Chibihentaichan
Rating: T (and should stay that way.)
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Summary: The news had been speaking all morning about the Peacecraft baby, but who could the father be?
Notes: Takes place five years after the series, so pretty spoileriffic. This is all thanks to maji_nekochan and the promt she left. So, sweetie, this is all for you!
Part 1
Quatre was speaking before he was through the vice foreign minister’s door, “how could you have been so idiotic as to let something like this leak.”
“Good morning Quatre,” Relena smiled, her had folded politely atop her ink blotter. “Would you like some coffee?”
“No, thank you,” he replied in the same agitated tone. “You’re unmarried, Relena. You bribe the staff at the clinic not to talk. This goes far beyond the fake name stage. This is the time to buy silence.”
“You’re not even going to ask me if it’s true.” He leveled a stare that answered succinctly. “Well, it would only be polite.”
“Relena, this is about scandal, not niceties.”
“I’m twenty-four years old. If I didn’t have a scandal, my life would be considered boring.”
Quatre sighed with well practiced agitation, and after a moment he said, “I’ll assume that you know who the father is.” She gave him a look that answered him succinctly. “Are you going to tell him?”
“What for?”
“Relena…”
“He’ll know when the babies born. Asians have the dominant genes, generally speaking, so the baby will look like him.”
“It’s not Heero’s is it?”
“No,” she made a face looking very much like she had taken her first sip of beer. “Oh, no. Eww.”
“I just thought I’d ask.”
“I was just checking.”
“No, it’s not Heero’s. Besides, Heero’s gay.”
“He is?”
“You didn’t know?”
“He hides it well.
“Sometimes.” Quatre looked perplexed about it.
“So it’s not Heero’s.” She nods. “And you’re not going to tell the father?”
“I might,” she answers in the singsongy way of a schoolgirl, and adds in a mumble, “If he even remembers.”
“So he might not know!?” She nods her head, reluctantly, looking very much as if she could burst into tears. “And you’re okay with that?” She shakes her head this time. “Do I know him?” She nods her head again, her lip starting to quiver as she watched Quatre put it together. “It’s not…” she nods before he can finish. Quatre pauses, baffled at the revelation, and then says, “How in the name of Allah and all his good works did that happen?” Relena opens her mouth to reply, but before a work can form she starts to cry.
It took Quatre over a half an hour to get her calmed again, and by that time they were both exhausted, and Quatre was much better informed about the circumstances surrounding the pregnancy. Relena made her excuses to her secretary who smiled and shooed the Vice Foreign Minister out of the office. The ride down in the elevator was quiet, but Quatre kept an arm around Relena. She rested her head on his shoulder and berated in the smell of Quatre’s cologne which was mixed with the scent Trowa normally wore. She smiled.
“Someone went into the office late,” she teased. Quatre’s shoulder shook.
“No,” he laughed. “I went in early for a phone call. But I wish it was the other way around.”
“Do you think the office will survive without you?”
“Vincent is competent,” He smiled. “Besides, something is more important right now.” The arm he had around her shoulder tightened in an awkward, but very comforting, half hug.
When they reached the parking garage, Quatre lead them to his, saying it would be less conspicuous. As the car came to life, the radio started expounding theories about Quatre being the father of the Peacecraft baby and Relena laughed.
“Well,” Quatre said pulling his car out of the spot, “that didn’t take them very long.”
“Oh, if they only knew,” she replied, a knowing smile on her lips. “But it’s none of their business.”
Relena watched the windows as they left the parking garage. The normally small amount of reporters, sniffing about for some sort of story, has multiplied like flies on a dead horse. It seems as if every one of them were pushing towards Quatre's car. Over the radio, they cold hear a play by play of their actions, as if it were some sort of sporting event.
There was something surreal about the experience, having reporters descend upon Quatre's car, information raiding party, pushing against each other, pounding on the windows, willing to rape with questions and pillage pictures of the mother to be and the suspected father of her child. They didn't respond as Quatre revved the car engine, they just kept shouting their questions and taking their pictures. One it revved, twice the car growling out a warning before
surging forward parting the crowd of reporters, nearly pulling some under it, as Quatre and Relena make their bid for freedom.
Gaping, Relena looked back at the throng of muckrakers, who were still shouting and snapping pictures as they drove away. "I can't believe you did that!" she exclaimed with a little elated giggle. Then turning, she added, "You’re going to get sued for if you hit one."
"What's one less reporter in the world," Quatre half joked and Relena gaped at him. "I talked to legal about it before I ever tired that. They say if the person is standing, not walking, in front of your car and you hit them, it's their fault."
"That doesn't sound correct," Relena replied.
"It's not, but they're really good lawyers."
As they pulled up to Relena's home, the radio was still expounding about their escape and still claming that Quatre was the mystery father. Quatre turned the car off as some woman with an L-4 accent was discussing Relena's possible life was a neo-Muslim wife. Quatre pulled the keys from the ignition and sighed, his body visibly relaxing. Staring at the ceiling he said, “You do realize that he knows.”
“He hasn’t said anything.” Her word pouted but her face didn’t.
“I’ve seen him drunk before; the only time that he didn’t remember the night before he had spent a good portion of the night in the bathroom and woke up cuddling the toilet.” Relena nods. “If he hasn’t said anything yet it’s because you left in the morning. He probably thinks you regret it and doesn’t want to bring you any embarrassment.” Quatre takes a moment to look her in the eyes. Tears waited there, asking permission to be shed. “I didn’t tell you this so that you’d feel bad; I just wanted you to be prepared.”
“For what?”
“As we drove up I noticed Duo’s car, which likely means that Duo is going...no wait, Duo is here, and he’s coming over to the car.” Relena didn’t need to look to know that Duo was watching the car, sizing it up like it might be some impromptu explosive device; she just swallowed the expletive that she would have regretted uttering. Duo was her friend too, she had confided in him. He would understand, hopefully.
“I’m not certain who else is here,” Quatre continued, “but you might want to prepare your statements to all important partied now, so you don’t say something you regret later. Just make sure you prepare for every eventuality, including acceptance.”
Duo knocked on the window of Quatre’s door, not taking the indignant posture that would allow him to look inside, just standing and rapping lightly before pulling on the handle and opening the door. “Out.” There was a sharp jerk of his head, that’s all.
Quatre calmly turned and stood. Duo quietly relayed that the baby’s father was in the front parlor and Quatre should “go easy.” Quatre smiled and reminded Duo that Relena was pregnant and then he was gone. And, just like that, Quatre was gone, leaving Duo to replace him in the driver’s seat.
Duo sighed the way Relena wanted to and rubbed at his forehead. “I’m gonna say a whole bunch here,” he started, “just to let you get up to speed before we go in, so you’re gonna have to let me talk.” He looked at her Relena and waited for her to nod. “That means no interruptions, okay?” She nodded again. “All right. So he knows what happened and figures he took advantage of you. Which I figure isn’t true because you would have told Heero and he’d be dead already, but he isn’t listening to that kind of logic. He really wants to do the right thing and marry you, but only if you agree, which I pretty much figure you will, unless you’ve changed your mind since we last talked about this.” She shakes her head and he smiles. “Good. Okay, so no shocks there. Now your brother on the other hand, might thing that I’m the baby’s father, although, he’s been so irrational the he may actually believe the news reports and think it’s Quatre’s and then we’re all fucked. Of course, he might think its Trowa’s too…this is really complicated, but he doesn’t actually suspect who the father really is, and that’s good, ‘cause it buys you two time to figure stuff out. And you two need to…figure stuff out that is.” He takes a breath and then looks at her with all his earnest good will. “Anyway, Heero and Trowa are bringing him over right now. Hopefully he’s not holding a grudge or this is gonna be a really bad trip for Heero.” Relena looked confused but kept quiet. “Now, if you have any questions, you can ask them, but we gotta hurry up and get inside before your brother get’s here and starts demanding stuff.”
“I…wha…it…” Relena started several questions, not sure where to stat. “You’re sure he knows?”
“Unless you developed some other random crush that you didn’t tell me about, yeah. I mean it is…”
“Of course it is!”
“Just checking.”
“And he really wants to…?”
“Yeah, we talked about it, and stuff. I told him he didn’t have to, but he insists. I would have made him buy that ring that Heero said you liked, but I didn’t know what store it was at.”
“And he’s inside.”
“Yup.”
“And he still wants to speak with me.”
“Ah, yup.”
“Do you hate me?”
Duo too her hands and smiled. “How can I hate the mother of my niece?”
“Niece?”
“Or nephew.”
“Better.” She smiled, and then looked at Duo solemnly. “I just have one more question.”
“Okay, shoot.” Duo said leaning back and letting go of her hands.
“Just what did Heero do to my brother?”
Duo laughed, nervously, and gave her his best “you can’t be mad at me” smile. This was going to be a long story.
Pretty much unbetaed and there are still parts I'm not happy with, but here it is.