Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Gundam Day Care ❯ Children and Gundams ( Chapter 5 )

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I woke up with a start from a horrible nightmare; Quatre and Trowa had two children of their own. I sat up slowly rubbing a sore spot on my head. Sore spot? Damn! It hadn't been a nightmare. I shivered. I hadn't shivered like this since Operation Meteor. Get a grip on yourself Chang! They're only children. I shivered again. They were the children of ex Gundam pilots. I got up and headed for the living room where I guessed, everyone would be. I was surprised that Yuy wasn't there.

"Uncie Wuffie is up!"

Everyone turned and faced me. Quatre smiled and waved.

"You feeling better?" Maxwell asked, wearing his trademark grin.

"Yea, just a little sore from where I hit my head."

I sat down and allowed myself to loosen up a bit.

"Someone care explaining now?" I asked. Once again my head was swimming with questions. I hated it when that happens. I felt so out of control and I needed to be in control.

"That's David over there." Trowa said pointing to the boy who was playing with Priscilla. "And this is Jonathon. He's only four weeks old." Trowa smiled.

It was the whole Yuy thing all over again. Trowa laughing. Trowa smiling. Trowa talking. Arrghhh the world must be coming to an end!!!

"They're yours?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Test tube as well?"

"Spot on. Catherine's the mother."

That explained a lot of things. The clouds in my head began to disappear.

"Hey Trowa nice to see you again."

I turned to see Yuy in the doorway.

Trowa nodded.

"…" he said.

"…"

"…"

"…"

"…………….."

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"…….."

"That's good. I'm going to start dinner." Yuy said and walked off in the direction of

the kitchen.

"Is that your normal conversation?" I asked

"…."

"Trowa! You know as well as I know that your … means as much as Yuy's Hn to me."

"As least you can pronounce it correctly." He stated.

Quatre decided to interrupt at that moment.

"Duo since Trowa and I are so busy all the time, do you mind looking after David for us? It'll only be for a month."

"No sweat Qman. He can stay for as long as he wants. Is he allowed to train with us?"

Train? I thought Yuy had said no weapons for the children.

"I guess he can train with you. There's no harm if he does."

"What can't hurt the boy can only make him stronger. And it'll be great. Now Priscilla will have a training partner."

I spent the afternoon steam cleaning the house while Maxwell had taken the children out to train. I can't believe that Yuy had gotten me to do this. To do women's work. While I was working my mind was preoccupied with the massive changes that had taken place since the war. All my friends had children. They're personalities had undergone a drastic changes. And they were happy. So why wasn't I?

David was a perfect gentleman at dinner. He pulled out the chair for Priscilla. Cut up his food neatly with his knife, eaten quietly with his mouth closed. He hadn't even slurped on his soup like Maxwell had.

"Maxwell that child has more manners than you will ever have." I commented as I broke my bread.

"Its not my fault Qman and Tro-man taught him manners. I was never taught how to behave when I was a child. Remember? I was a street kid and street kids didn't need manners to survive."

I chose to ignore that comment and turned to David instead.

"How old are you David?"

David swallowed his mouthful and wiped his fingers. "Six" he said and held up six clean little fingers.

"Six?!" I spat. I couldn't believe it. A six-year-old child with such manners and grace. It was just too hard to believe.

"Who's the one with the bad table manners now?" Maxwell was smirking at me

I looked at David who looked very confused. `kinda like O-O'

I was glad when Priscilla broke the atmosphere by saying very loudly. "Daddy Heero

I want dessert."

Yuy instantly got up, went to the fridge and found her a paddle pop. She ran out of the room dragging David with her.

"You shouldn't spoil her like that." I said after they had left.

"I can do whatever I want. I'm her father." Yuy sounded very proud of that.

"Even prouder than piloting a gundam?"

"Chang! The war is over and do not say that word in this household."

"Why not?"

"I don't want Priscilla to know yet." He said softly.

"Oh!" I said "So where have you put your…you know?"

"Qman's place garage." Replied Maxwell lazily. "I'm giving deathscythe to her for

her sweet sixteenth."

My eyes bogged out of my head.

"And I'm giving Wing Zero to her for her twenty first."

If possible my eyes would have fallen out of my head.

"You can't be serious." I cried. "Giving an onna a gundam?"

"Hey! Watch what you're saying. This `onna' you're talking about is my daughter here." Heero sounded almost like he did during the war. The cold monotonous tone was there in his voice.

"And who says she won't be able to pilot it? She has the genes of me and Heero Yuy, not to mention the brains of Hilde Schreibker. She's gonna be a genius!"

What they said did make sense. If anything the child should have some natural talent at piloting a gundam. I shrugged.

"INCOMING!"

"CRASH!"

All three men made a dash to where the noise came from. They found David pinned to the floor by Priscilla.

"Get off me! Priscilla!!!"

"How do I know that you won't hit me on the head and run into my room to steal my favourite toys if I let you go?"

"I promise. I won't!"

I raised an eyebrow.

"Are they always like this?" I asked.

"Yea. They fight for the fun of it." Yuy said with a sigh. "Though I'd never imagine David going into her room to steal toys. You'd think he would have lots of toys with a dad like Quatre."

"If you two don't stop fighting I'm going to have to separate you." Maxwell raised his voice. It was the first time I had heard or seen him do that. I knew that if I stayed at the Maxwell-Yuy residence I would be sure to get a lot more of those surprises.

Princess Priscilla: Corny? I thought so as I wrote it but I couldn't do anything about it.

Duo: I do not raise my voice.

Heero: You've changed me completely! Omae o korosu!

Princess Priscilla: eeek! Wait you can't kill me. I'm the author and I'm only borrowing you. Besides don't you like being happier?

Heero: Hn

Princess Priscilla: You get to be with Duo…

Duo: He loves it! He loves it. Heero you love it. Yep he does.

Princess Priscilla: Please review. I like/love feedback. And I will put more day care activities into the coming chapters.