Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Woman I Call Wife ❯ Chapter 1

The Woman I Call Wife
By Andrea Sinisterra
Rated NC-17
Humor/Romance
Standard Disclaimers Apply


Fiction written for The Church of Lemons challenge.

Everyone!! Happy Valentine's Day!!

A huge thank you goes to Pilot03 who kindly answered a few of my questions. Hahaha…!! And also to my friend Nicole to whom I owe all those frustrated thoughts about men… *snicker*

Author's note: Why don't we read and take a look at the desperate mind of a sexually frustrated Heero Yuy? I had so much fun writing this, and honestly, I had no idea it would turn out this way… This is written from a first and a third person's perspective. Heero's POV are in italics…

I've been reading all the wonderful, wonderful stories from previous days, and I couldn't help but notice how this story has a little resemblance with a few of them… A scene and a situation, and the format it's written in… I want to apologize if you find it a little repetitive or something; it wasn't my intention… I had already written this story by then, and I didn't have the energy or time to write another one… So, gomen. I do, however, hope you enjoy this one.

I classified this as a humorous story, so I pray you at least smile. ^__^ I tried to come up with a simple, small plot, and not have PWP… And yet, I didn't want to write too much, and make the story too long… Anyway… On to the story!!

Oh! [I promise I'll be quiet after this!] I did my best to try and fix any grammatical or spelling mistakes; I couldn't find a beta, my usual beta-reader, well, I didn't want to bother her… So, I read and checked it several times… Gomen again!! NOW, on to the story…



OH!! -Kidding!

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Part 1

It's something I've come to call 'Relena's Week of Torture'. Starting 4 days prior to my birthday, everyday is a new surprise-- a promise of pain and pleasure whether I want to or not. But, let's be realistic, here… who would protest against a woman wearing sheer lingerie, high heels, and a come hither look? Not this man… But then again, women like my wife are too special, and rare to find. Her day persona is efficient and demure, elegant, and innocent. So unlike her moonlight ways…

She's a witch. A temptress. And I'm very sure that when she kills me with her 'tortures', she'll be happy at last. I'm pretty sure that's her goal. Every year is a new birthday, a new surprise. Sometimes each day is a continuation of the previous one; sometimes, each day is a new adventure. And between you and me, I'll tell you this: for three years of marriage, I think I've been close to dying at least 15 times that number. And I know, three years is nothing, compared to some couple's marriage worth three quarters of a century; all I know is that if this continues, I'll be dust before three quarters of a decade in this marriage are up. Hell, I'm being way optimistic… I don't even know if I will survive this week.

It's with great anticipation that I wait every year. Wait for the first day on the week of my birthday. I've never known where, or when. She always keeps me hanging until the moment I least expect her to attack. I remember last year, it had been the third day, and she had come into my office. She had a stack of papers in her hand, her hair pulled up tight, her one-piece suit crisp and dark, and her face devoid of everything but that efficient look she carried whenever she meant business. I had expected her to tell me something about a mission, or something about some reports I had worked on the day before. I had even expected her to ask me if I had finished reading the files I had to hand in the night before, files that I didn't give to her because she had kept me… busy… I hadn't thought much when she closed the door without hurry or emotion, hadn't thought much when she put the papers down on my desk, and certainly hadn't thought much when she went to stand at the center of the office. I really, really had thought she was leaving.

I certainly didn't expect her to undo the front buttons of her suit. And I certainly, certainly didn't expect her to be… bare under that. I did, however, enjoy the reaction my body had to that sight. It had been arousing taking her body, while trying to muffle our groans and moans against each other's skin. My office hasn't been the same since that day. I tried rearranging furniture, tried to give it another space, block a certain wall from sight… Futile attempts when she's invaded every space I go.

There was also that time at the park. Oh, and that time in the bathroom, during Quatre's welcome back party; that one had been hilarious, trying to work my way without wrinkling her dress, or messing up her hair… But either way, the feeling of her heels poking my back…

And still, none of these compares to the night of my birthday; the night when she's just herself, soft and caring, taking her time to build our pleasure, and stroking me softly until I think I might die from suffocation. Frustration creeping through my body at the soft, teasing touch of her fingers and hair, the deepness of her eyes, hazed with passion… Sometimes I wonder why she even married me. In fact, I once asked her that, and she just smiled. I've never known what she meant, though I've never questioned her further.

Maybe I should ask her again.

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A couple's everyday routine is as simple as anything can get. Mornings, wake up, go for a run, get a shower, have sex, breakfast, work, lunch, work, sex, work, dinner, socializing (although this step can be moved before or after dinner), and after a long day, of course a person is physically exhausted. But it never stops them from having a tumble of frenzied sex, and bouts of climaxing pleasure, before finally falling into an exhausted, yet relieved sleep.

Whoever said married life was monotonous?

Certainly not Heero Yuy, who, on Monday lunchtime, waited not so patiently for his wife, sitting by the window of one of the most exclusive bistros in the city. The place was crowded with entrepreneurs from all fields; architects and engineers discussing some blueprints, while munching distractedly over their meal; doctors arguing symptoms and possible treatment, names of patients and institutions going back and forth; a woman clad in a suit, talking herself away on her cell phone, her hand moving incessantly over a little notepad… Not to mention the way the restaurant staff rushed from table to kitchen and back again, orders and trays in hand, while the Maître d' visited the most prominent tables, his eyes merry, and the wine menu set firmly under his arm.

Heero jumped lightly at the unexpected touch on his shoulder, and he made to stand up, but Relena had already made her way around the table, the Maître d' helping her into her seat.

Heero glared at the man, not too content with the way his eyes seemed to linger on the lovely appearance Relena made clad in her peach colored suit.

"Good after noon, sir. Miss Relena. Today for starters we have your favorite," the man began, addressing Relena with a friendly smile, "Vichyssoise."

Relena smiled at Heero, before looking down at her menu. "I'll have that. Just that."

Heero gave her a narrowed look, but lowered his eyes again, determined to not start an argument about her poor eating. He chose one of the different pastas offered, along with their beverages, mostly to get the waiter off their backs, or rather, off Relena, than the actual meticulous selection one makes over a certain meal. The Maître d' nodded, quickly taking the menus, and heading away, his back rigid as he sought to escape the glare of a particular dark haired diner.

Relena reached across the table, her hand taking his as she squeezed. Even as her stocking-encased foot reached too, and stroked up and down his leg, her ministrations hidden by the overflowing white tablecloth. She smiled sweetly as Heero stiffened, his eyes narrowing, and his lips thinning.

Her voice was as casual as the smile she wore, taking on a simple, yet distracting tone that had his back ramrod straight with anticipation. "Spaghetti alla puttanesca?"

He frowned, completely thrown off by her question. It was a few seconds before he finally mustered his intelligible reply… "Huh?"

Relena laughed softly, while her foot hiked up his leg, now pressing against his thigh. "Your order. You ordered spaghetti alla puttanesca. I thought it was funny. You don't usually go for pasta."

Discreetly, he lowered his hand from the table, grabbing her ankle in a firm grip. And just when he was about to throw a taunt at her, his eyes cast low, and a wicked glint in them, his hand snapped back as a waiter came by with their wine, showing Heero the bottle's label and then uncorking and pouring the passionate liquid into the crystal goblets.

Heero's eyes narrowed at her persistence, completely impotent to stop his wife, especially when she had a set goal.

"Thank you," she smiled at the waiter as he left, leaving the bottle behind. Relena's finger traced the label slowly, her eyes transfixed by the swirling liquid inside.

Heero jumped in his seat, closing his legs firmly to keep her foot from climbing any further; his eyes moving quickly around the room, trying to discern if someone has seen his sudden, rather unprovoked reaction. Satisfied, he turned to Relena.

"What?" Her innocent tone belied the wicked tilt of her lips, and the mirth in her eyes; she raised the glass to her lips.

Heero sighed, defeated. "Have you heard from your brother?"

Relena's smile widened, as she leaned closer to the table. "Actually, he called early this morning. Lu will be having the baby in a few days… they said it was due for the 30th."

"The…?"

Relena's shoulder shook slightly as she laughed, her hand taking his over the table. "We'll have to celebrate two birthdays now. God, I'm so excited! I'm going to be an aunt!"

But Heero's mind was elsewhere… circling around the fact that their tradition will get modified now that they had to celebrate two birthdays on the 30th. He was about to ask if she was sure they had said the 30th, when the waiter came by with their food.

They ate in mutual silence, Heero's hand often shaking every time her foot climbed too high for comfort. He was starting to get breathless, and he had to stop himself from groaning when her slow hiking stopped, and changed to a rub. He looked at her, outraged and aroused, wondering how long he'll have to take with dessert in order to give his… assets some time to cool down. Of course it didn't help when Relena ate her soup in slow motion, taking her sweet time, obviously to prolong his torture.

"Happy first day," she whispered, as she doubled her efforts, enjoying as his face contorted in what seemed pain, his hands gripping the spoon and fork, and for a moment, she was afraid he would snap the metal in half.

He reached for his wineglass with a trembling hand, gulping down the liquid, as if its burning could cancel the heat provoked by his wife's slow, sensuous strokes. All the while Relena smiled sweetly at him, once or twice bringing her index finger to her lips, and licking at some inexistent spot.

It was cruel torture when the Maître d' appeared seemingly out of nowhere, his smile as sickening as it was before… or maybe it was just the haze Heero was in. Either way, he didn't like how the man acted extra friendly with his wife, addressing her with warmth, and a smooth tilt on his voice every time he said her name. Through his haze, Heero heard the man ask them if they were enjoying their meal, and just when he was about to bite out a nasty remark to scare the man away, Relena's foot stopped stroking, and instead started a series of pushes into his groin, and he had to resort to all his strength not to moan her name out loud.

"I heard Lady Une has reassigned Duo as my bodyguard." She started casually, after the Maître d' had left.

"God, Relena," Heero moaned her name, and then glaring at his food as it started to get cold.

But she continued, as if the choking voice of her husband had never registered. "Although, I think I prefer Trowa. Even Wufei offers me more comfort than Duo." Her foot started stroking again, and she smiled as she felt him, taut, under the fabric of his pants.

"Don't let Duo fool you…" He started breathlessly, "I hate to be the one to say this…"

Relena laughed heartily, amused by his ability to joke even under his current… situation. "Well," Her other foot started to snake under his pant's leg. "Maybe I should give the guy a chance…"

Heero reached for his wineglass that somehow had been refilled. Maybe a waiter had come by and done it? He had been too focused on not showing his aroused state that maybe he had missed the dreaded man. Either way, he was glad as he drank the wine as if it was water.

"Baby, you haven't eaten. Are you not hungry?"

And really, there were times when he felt the need to just grab the woman and… shake her. Passionately. "Of course I'm hungry." He bit out, his voice a quiet growl charged with need.

"I take it it's not food you're referring to."

Both their heads snapped at the mocking intrusion.

Then, there are times when he just wants to grab his wife's friends, and shake them, hard and mercilessly… until their teeth rattled and they begged for mercy. Women like Dorothy Catalonia are few, and rare, too. But those kinds of rare you don't want to come across, ever. And sadly, women like her, had the 'best' timing in the world.

It was with great disappointment that he smiled at his wife when she withdrew her feet, her smile apologetic. And it was with great animosity that he glared at the intruder, who at the moment was making herself comfortable in the chair between Relena and he. Their conversation was as casual as any other, and in any other circumstance, he would have participated, or at least appear interested. But Heero settled for priorities, and the first one at the moment was getting his body to cool down. No need to have Dorothy commenting on it, as she sure would.

Unsurprisingly, Heero felt less hungry than before, and anyway, it would have proven fruitless trying to eat his spaghettis… In fact, the mere idea of eating cold pasta was nauseating. He watched with narrowed eyes as Relena and Dorothy talked, sipping their steaming cups of Brazilian black coffee, and digging spoons into their flans and cheesecakes. He sighed as he looked at his watch, already knowing that it was getting late and that he had a report to write and hand in to Une before the day was over.

So it was with great regret, and a simple smile at his wife, that Heero raised his hand and asked for the check, paying and leaving the women to chat by themselves as he left the restaurant on his own.

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And that was the last time I saw my wife that day. Duo and Trowa, who wanted to celebrate Wufei's first date with Dr. Sally Po, dragged me to a bar that same night. So by the time I got home, I was very disappointed to see her fast asleep on the living room's couch. Her hair soft and loose, flowed about her shoulders, and I could clearly feel my body stirring to life. Maybe it wasn't just the hair, but the silky pink lingerie she wore, short, and sheer.

Tomorrow's a brand new day. And with that thought in mind, I gathered her in my arms, and carried her to bed, slipping after her as I willed my body to cool down for perhaps the thousandth time that day.

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Tuesday morning rolled around, and when Heero finally opened his eyes, groaning his displeasure, Relena Yuy was already gone. The bed sheets were rumpled on her side, and he could clearly make out the form of her head on the pillow. He sighed, flinging the sheets aside as he made his way to the bathroom… a cold shower was in order.

His mood was already on the gloomy side; of course it didn't help much when he saw the stack of paperwork on his desk upon entrance. So sure, it would definitely be a long day.

And like that he spent most of his day, flipping file after file, reading, and analyzing Preventer reports from his subordinates in order to write his own report and give it to Lady Une.

Lunch came and went, and Relena still didn't show up. The thought that maybe she was too busy crossed his mind, and he started feeling a little desperate about the whole situation. When had he started to depend so much on these meetings? Four o'clock rolled around, and still no sign of her.

Dejectedly, he went to Une's office after signing the last report. He didn't knock, so when he walked in and opened his mouth to tell the woman he was leaving, he found himself staring straight into the familiar blue eyes of his wife. His hand stiffened around the files he held, even as he closed the door behind him, concealing them from the busy sounds of the people outside.

Relena smiled wantonly, her steps, slow and sultry bringing her closer to where he stood. She took the files from his hand, and flung them to the desk, the reports landing with a hollow plop, at the same time as she reached for his tie to bring his head down.

She kissed him hungrily, her tongue making its way into his mouth as they fought for dominance, while her hands worked at his belt buckle. In no time, his pants were lowered, along with his trunks, her cold fingers immediately closing around his shaft, giving him no time to adjust. One of his hands snaked around her waist, bringing her closer to his body, and when the other lowered too, and reached for the zipper of her skirt, she pulled her mouth from his, their breaths colliding in a heated encounter.

"No. Let me."

Relena kissed him again to stop his protests, closing her hand a little tighter around him. She smiled against his lips when he groaned her name, her free hand going under his blue shirt, seeking the warmth of his skin. She teasingly trailed her nails across his abdomen, and couldn't help a giggle when he sucked his stomach in reflex.

Slowly she started pushing him towards the wall, her mouth leaving his, going down the line of his jaw, to his neck, where she sucked greedily, while starting a rhythm that would soon have him gasping and crying out her name in release.

Heero leaned his weight against the cold wall, trying to keep from groaning too loud, even as she picked up her speed. Her small hand grasped him tightly, rubbing and pumping him, and combined with her mouth on his neck and her nails on his stomach, he knew he wouldn't last long. But then again, this was what he had been silently waiting for since yesterday morning. Hell, since he remembered his fast approaching birthday.

And then, all thought ceased to exist as Relena went to her knees in front of him. On their own volition, his hands lowered and tangled in her hair, already coming undone from its previous pinned up twist. Her breath fanned his erection, teasing it with its warmth. For a moment everything slowed down as she closed the distance, her lips, pink and lush coming near… and when they finally encased his tip, sucking on it softly, Heero Yuy almost thanked the heavens for listening to his prayers.

She worked on him silently, often picking up speed, and then teasing him by slowing down again. A few times she graced his length with her teeth, making him hiss in surprise and then groan in pleasure.

Relena smiled around him as she felt his knees buckle, knowing it wouldn't be long for his release. So, she doubled her efforts.

Heero gritted his teeth tightly, and for a moment he was afraid they would crack under the pressure. The pleasure was so intense; it took all his will power not to rock his hips, not wanting to hurt her if he was too far-gone.

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I wish things had ended on a happier note. Soon after that, Lady Une knocked the door on us, stating she was waiting for an important call on her private line… Yes, we could have continued, due to the very obvious fact that I was very, very close to the edge… But my darling Relena had withdrawn, saying that she couldn't keep going knowing there was someone waiting for us outside.

And yes, I understood perfectly well. In fact, I would have agreed, had I not been so sexually desperate.

And let me tell you all one thing: things didn't get any better after this. I would rather tell you swiftly and without much detail the undergoing of the following days, for they weren't any more glorious than the previous ones.

Just remember this is the diary of a sexually deprived man. I mean, come on, what man, in his right mind, would use the word, or for that matter, carry a 'diary'?!?

Wednesday came and went, mostly because of my fault. Une dragged me to a press conference; apparently, two of the Preventers assigned for the meeting didn't or couldn't make it, and so, she asked me. Well, she could've at least asked…

This kept me busy all day long, so when I finally got home, I was so tired I just went straight for bed. It was nice though, how Relena helped me with my shoes, and change clothes as I slipped into bed. She's always like this. Tender and caring.

I woke up the following morning to the sound of my wife humming some tune while she showered. And since I was already running late, I hopped in with her. But nothing's ever as simple as it seems. Apparently the fact that two people, who live together and are naked who also happen to want each other, doesn't necessarily mean they're going to have sex. And I learned that as she stepped out of the stall after kissing me senseless, saying she was running late, and that she had a series of meetings that would take her all day long. Summarizing already that Thursday didn't start as I had planned, I showered by myself, sulking and angry and aroused beyond believe. Hell, I get laid more times on normal days than I have on this week.

And I know I'm starting to sound a little too desperate, even to my own ears… But, a man's got to have some release now and then!

So obviously my day crapped like never before. How is it possible that a man can't have quality time with his own wife?? And in my opinion, four days without sex is more than a person could bear, especially since she has me used to it, almost every day since we got married.

I talked to Duo, and I had timed myself to call him just before Relena left for her meetings, knowing the braided man would go with her, he being her bodyguard and all. After making sure everything was okay, and that the security was checked and tight, as Duo had confirmed, I went back to my paperwork, just wishing the night would come, and I could sink into bed, and sleep until forever… or until my hard on disappears.

But just as I've mentioned quite a number of times before, nothing's as easy, or simple as it seems. They should write that down as my epitaph.

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The twenty-minute ride from Perventers Headquarters to the Yuy-Peacecraft residence had never before seemed so long. Especially when halfway there, Heero Yuy decided he wanted a doughnut. And not just any doughnut, but a marshmallow-filled doughnut, covered in vanilla powder, and chocolate sprinkles. And there was only one place in the entire city where he could find one of those.

Unfortunately, when he got there, Mary's Flour Basket had closed seemingly hours ago, making Heero wonder if 'Mary' had gotten too tired to run the business to its usual closing time, before he realized how late it was, and that indeed, 'Mary' had closed on time.

Stopping by a grocery store, he bought a bag of 'Rimith' doughnuts; chewing dejectedly on the cold, coarse bread, he made his way to his truck. It didn't lighten his mood, though, when it started raining, the downpour appearing out of the blue, soaking his clothes, and plastering his hair to his head. He cursed out loud, opening the door and sliding in, soaked through the bone, and shivering from the cold.

But in all honesty, he was just procrastinating. Why, he didn't know. Although he could come up with some terrific and spectacular answers referring to his wife's lately attention towards him, or more like the lack of it. It had been most frustrating having her turn him on so much, letting her have her way with him, before leaving him panting, and almost begging wantonly uttering lame excuses. And yes, he was pissed. More like aroused, but pissed nonetheless. Four days and nothing! Nothing!

His eyes landed on the passenger seat beside him, and he smiled at the bouquet of purple tulips, the flowers bright and blossoming. Relena's favorite. He had bought them earlier with the full intention of going to her office and give them to her… But one file led to another, and when he remembered, it was already too late, for he called her office and she was already gone.

By the time he got home, his earlier feelings had dissipated when he noticed how much he yearned to see his wife and just hold her. The knowledge that these past few days had been hell, and that the time they had managed to spend together had been short and sporadic, made him just want to hold her, and talk to her all night long.

What he didn't expect though, was the long trail of lit candles that went from the doorway of their house, up the stairs, and to their bedroom, where the sight of his wife sitting peacefully on the bed waiting for him almost brought him to his knees. She smiled when she saw the flowers clinging from his limp hand, standing up, and taking them from him, while leading him to the bed where he sat at the edge.

She brought the blossoms to her nose, inhaling and then sighing in delight before placing them on a table. Relena wore a soft smile, almost denoting understanding, as she knelt between his legs, and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him hard. She smiled at him before burying her nose in the collar of his shirt and taking in his scent, sighing peacefully. Likewise, Heero hid his face in her hair, sighing, and smiling as he murmured her name in contentment.

Relena was the first one to speak, although she didn't get very far- "Baby-" -before his mouth was on hers, desperately kissing the warm lips he had missed… until he felt her hand on his chest, and she pushed back. Her lips were pink and swollen from his kisses, and when she started talking, he couldn't keep his eyes from them.

It was a few moments before what she was saying registered in his brain, and he stood up with her.

"Heero, you're so cold." Her voice carried a hint of worry as she helped him remove his wet clothes, then running her hand through his rained down locks, trying to push his hair out of his face. She worked on his shirt, then pants dutifully, exposing his chilled skin to the warmth of the room.

Relena went to the bathroom, and started filling the tub with hot water. She waited for him to remove the rest of his undergarments, firmly ignoring his protests that he was okay. He did however, sigh in pleasure when the water closed around his cold body, warming him, and then felt delight when Relena sat on the edge of the tub, and started rubbing his stiff shoulders with her dexterous fingers, firmly working out the kinks and general pains…

When the water started cooling up, Relena gave Heero a large white towel, before she started picking up his wet clothes and leaving the room to put the garments in the dryer.

Heero stared after her, a soft smile on his lips, feeling guilty for his earlier thoughts, trying to make heads and tails of when things had started to get out of whack for him. He dried off quickly, clearing the tub, and wrapping the towel around his waist, before making his way to the room, where he saw Relena sitting on the same spot of the bed he sat on before.

Heero frowned at her odd behavior, coming to stand in front of her. He grabbed her hand to help her up, and just when he was about to ask if she was all right, her arms circled his neck, bringing his head down for a kiss that was as desperate and as passionate as his was only moments ago. Her body seemed to melt into his as she stepped closer, his hands going to the back of her thighs before grasping and pulling her up into the cradle of his hips. Her legs closed around him, even as he stumbled towards the bed, collapsing unto it as she laughed breathlessly under his weight. She struggled with the towel around his waist, and when she finally had it undone, she flung it to the side, desperate to feel his now warm skin against hers, relishing in the goose bumps it sent throughout her body.

Relena gasped when she felt him molding their bodies together, rubbing against her in an imitation of what they really wanted, and what undoubtedly soon come to. His hands were shaking as they worked on her nightgown, removing the silky material with ease, and then throwing it over his shoulder, before lowering his head to her breasts, the globes soft and welcoming. He kissed them, but didn't linger, going down further as he started kissing the pale, flat moles over her abdomen and stomach, knowing their location by heart, as he had explored and kissed them a thousand times before.

Likewise, her fingers trailed over the scars caused by a thousand battles, her touch reverent as her fingers lingered and her lips followed where she could reach. She raised her hands to his face and held it gently, her thumbs caressing his cheeks a moment before she brought his head down and kissed him, her lips moving languorously with a sweet passion that left him breathless with need.

He whispered her name, their eyes locking together. He reached down to remove her panties, his hands hot on her skin, even as he arranged his body, settling it between her thighs. They both groaned when her cell phone rang, its unwelcome tune breaking into their little world.

"Ignore it." Relena held his face, letting the device ring until it stopped, assuming her mailbox had picked up. She sighed, thankful for the silence, as she kissed him softly, before groaning again when his cell phone started ringing.

"Ignore it." They both laughed, waiting for the dreaded apparatus to just die or quit ringing. When it finally did, they both seemed tired of waiting, their bodies heaving with excitement and frustration. They kissed hungrily; while Relena opened her legs further to allow him access to her body. And just when he positioned the tip of his arousal at her entrance, the telephone rang as Heero cursed out loud, the long line of expletives making Relena blush with their colorful display and variation of terms…

"Relena," Heero moaned over the shrilling rings, just waiting for the answering machine to pick up. And when it finally did, and Milliardo's voice came on, annoyed and cursing stupid machines and how he hated them, before relaying his message that Noin had gone into labor, Heero just sighed, while burying his head on Relena's neck, cursing life in general, and mumbling something about an epitaph that had Relena frowning in confusion.

Who ever said married life was monotonous??

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To be continued…


Author's note: I know I said I would be quiet… Don't kill the writer!! And I know that's a hard thing to ask after the major cliffhanger… But, bear with me, please?? Next part due for the 18th!

Will Heero finally, finally find peace of… mind? We'll have to find out!! Oh, and I promise I won't make it this long!! Gomen for that!!