Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Curtain Call ❯ Continuation ( Prologue )

One

The wedding was small and traditional, atleast that was how Quatre and Sage hoped for it to be. Instead, a large mob of friends showed up, and even the seemingly fearless Sage had doubts about walking the aisle.

"I can't do it." She stood in her rather billowy dress against the wall, commando style. Rialle peeled her off the wall, dusted off her dress, and handed her the roses.

"Oh, give me a break. How long have you loved this guy? You've been waiting too long to give up now!" She gave her friend a little push and settled in a back pew by Josh.

Sage took a deep breath as she lifted her gaze. All breaths caught, she seemed to emit a soft glow as she glided slowly down to Quatre. Their eyes locked, and from there it was touch and go. Perfectly rehearsed scripts forgotten, the rest of the wedding ran by like a dream

"Sage?" Quatre gently shook his sleeping wife. She yawned and turned over, looking sleepily at him.

"Kat-it's four in the morning…" He smiled apologetically.

"I'm sorry love, but I just got a call from Mike-says I need to be at the office ASAP." He sighed rather sadly. Sage sat up and blinked at him.

"Again? This is three days in a row! Can't it wait?" She hugged him when he gave her another apologetic look. "Oh… go on." He grinned and kissed her goodbye, leaving the room. Sage sighed, and got dressed. She couldn't get to sleep again anyways.

She was just beginning to find her way around the mansion, and the maids and butlers curtsied and bowed when she passed, calling her "Mrs. Winner". She frowned.

It had been four months almost, and she loved this life. They had moved into a new house in a small but filthy rich neighborhood, against Sage's wishes. But Quatre gave her a completely free rein, and showered her with love and affection.

Sage looked into the kitchen, sighing softly.

"Miss Sage! Why are you up so early?" Alice, the head cook, brandished a batter-covered spatula at her. Sage grinned and stepped into the kitchen, sitting down in a chair near the island counter.

"It's not early Alice, it's four-thirty…" The two laughed, knowing that on a big estate house no time in the morning was too early. Alice bustled about her work with a commanding air, playfully swatting Sage as she tried to snatch a Danish.

"None of that, Miss! You've put on some weight, I'm being too free with the treats!" Sage blushed and stood.

"I have?" She rotated slowly, frowning. "You're right. It's all up front though-that's weird." The cook sighed.

"Not weird-too many Danishes." Sage bent over to test her limberness, and came up slowly.

"I feel old." She declared, hands on her hips. Suddenly the world wavered before her, and she blacked out.

In the middle of a meeting, Quatre's cell phone, beeper, and communicator went off at the same time. He looked mortified, and excused himself, flipping open the phone.

"Hello?" He checked his watch worriedly.

"Master Quatre! It's an emergency, come quick!!!" Alice's voice cut through, she was near hysterics.

"Alice? What is it?" Quatre looked unconcerned. Bad things rarely happened.

"Oh, it's Miss Sage-" But she didn't get to finish, Quatre had turned off the phone and run down the stairs three at a time.

"I feel fine." Sage batted away a horde of maids who tried to coax her into sleeping.

"But Miss-"

"I'm. Fine." Quatre skid into the room, looking like he just drove one hundred miles an hour to get home. (Which, he had)

"Sage! Are you allright? I got home as fast as I could-" She put up a hand to silence him.

"I'm fine, honestly. I just had a little dizzy spell, that's all." Quatre frowned.

"I know you, and you don't `just have dizzy spells'. I brought a doctor down…" Sage glared at him as a solid looking man swept into the room and barred Quatre out.

"No interference! You husbands are always fussing-out!" Quatre walked out reluctantly.

He planted himself on a small bench in the hall, and fidgeted for a full hour until the doctor came back out again, looking very grave indeed. Quatre paled automatically.

"What's wrong? Is she ok?!" The doctor sighed harshly.

"Your wife…" He sighed again. "Is going to have a baby." Then he briskly walked away.

Poor Quatre nearly fainted from relief.