The Greatest of These
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Gundam Wing/AC › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
21
Views:
3,242
Reviews:
16
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0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter Two
All previous disclaimers apply.
Quatre Reberba Winner-Barton groaned as he was awakened by the sound of the videophone on his bedside table ringing. For a spit second he thought of pulling his pillow over his head and letting it ring. Then, on a second thought, he sat up like lightning and answered. He scowled automatically at the cheery American face that greeted him.
“Hey, Quat! What’s up?” He asked energetically.
“Shh!” Quatre hissed, putting a finger to his lips. Duo’s face was a mask of confusion as Quatre waited tensely. A sheepish smile crossed Duo’s face as the cry of a baby permeated the air. Quatre sent him a look frighteningly similar to his worst zero system face.
“Shit!” he swore ripely, surprising his American friend.
“I’ve got him, love,” Duo heard Trowa’s voice and watched in the background as the tall man slipped from the bed and moved from his view.
“Sorry, man. Totally forgot about the new baby. How is he, anyway?”
“Jayden is just fine, Duo.”
“How you guys holding up?”
“We’re fine, Duo. It’s not as if we’re first time fathers.”
Duo continued, unable to sense the annoyance in Quatre’s voice, “First time fathers, no. First time fathers of an infant, yes.”
“Duo, in case you didn’t know, it’s three o’clock in the morning here. We just put the baby down after his a feeding an hour ago, got to sleep half an hour ago. So, I’m not exactly inclined to be very polite right now. In other words, Duo . . . What the Hell do you want?”
“Sheesh. Fine, be like that. I just thought you might want to know, seeing as you called in such a panic a couple of weeks back, that Wu Fei is here at my place. Got here just a little over an hour ago.”
“Wu Fei?” Quatre’s eyes widened, then closed as he tilted his face to the ceiling, “Thank Allah.”
“Thank Allah for what?” Trowa’s voice asked quietly as he slipped into view next to Quatre, holding his infant son in his arms. The baby had already fallen back to sleep, but Trowa hadn’t been willing to put him down just yet.
“Wu Fei is at Duo’s.” Quatre explained.
“Thank God for that,” Trowa sighed, then looked at Duo, “How is he?”
“Not so good.” Duo admitted, “He looks as if he hasn’t slept or eaten in about two
weeks. He’s gaunt, pale. And he has this cough. Sounds like it’s tearing apart his chest.”
“You’ve got to get him to a hospital!” Quatre exclaimed.
“He said no hospital. I’m going to honor his request. Don’t look so worried, Q-man. If he gets any worse, I don’t care what he wants, he’ll go.”
“Good,” As if on a sudden thought, Quatre’s eyes went wide with panic, “Sheira! Is Sheira there? Is she okay?”
“The kid?” Duo asked, then shrugged, “She’s fine. She’s still sleeping. She looks good. Hell of a lot better than her daddy. He is her daddy, isn’t he?”
“Yes,” Quatre smiled a little sadly, “Wu Fei is Sheira’s daddy.” He said it almost regretfully. He knew the feelings Duo carried for Wu Fei and knew the idea that he might have chosen elsewhere would hurt him.
“And who might her mommy be?”
“Sally,” Quatre answered, “Her mother was Sally Po.”
“Was?”
“Yes. Sally’s dead. She died almost a month ago.”
Quatre Reberba Winner-Barton groaned as he was awakened by the sound of the videophone on his bedside table ringing. For a spit second he thought of pulling his pillow over his head and letting it ring. Then, on a second thought, he sat up like lightning and answered. He scowled automatically at the cheery American face that greeted him.
“Hey, Quat! What’s up?” He asked energetically.
“Shh!” Quatre hissed, putting a finger to his lips. Duo’s face was a mask of confusion as Quatre waited tensely. A sheepish smile crossed Duo’s face as the cry of a baby permeated the air. Quatre sent him a look frighteningly similar to his worst zero system face.
“Shit!” he swore ripely, surprising his American friend.
“I’ve got him, love,” Duo heard Trowa’s voice and watched in the background as the tall man slipped from the bed and moved from his view.
“Sorry, man. Totally forgot about the new baby. How is he, anyway?”
“Jayden is just fine, Duo.”
“How you guys holding up?”
“We’re fine, Duo. It’s not as if we’re first time fathers.”
Duo continued, unable to sense the annoyance in Quatre’s voice, “First time fathers, no. First time fathers of an infant, yes.”
“Duo, in case you didn’t know, it’s three o’clock in the morning here. We just put the baby down after his a feeding an hour ago, got to sleep half an hour ago. So, I’m not exactly inclined to be very polite right now. In other words, Duo . . . What the Hell do you want?”
“Sheesh. Fine, be like that. I just thought you might want to know, seeing as you called in such a panic a couple of weeks back, that Wu Fei is here at my place. Got here just a little over an hour ago.”
“Wu Fei?” Quatre’s eyes widened, then closed as he tilted his face to the ceiling, “Thank Allah.”
“Thank Allah for what?” Trowa’s voice asked quietly as he slipped into view next to Quatre, holding his infant son in his arms. The baby had already fallen back to sleep, but Trowa hadn’t been willing to put him down just yet.
“Wu Fei is at Duo’s.” Quatre explained.
“Thank God for that,” Trowa sighed, then looked at Duo, “How is he?”
“Not so good.” Duo admitted, “He looks as if he hasn’t slept or eaten in about two
weeks. He’s gaunt, pale. And he has this cough. Sounds like it’s tearing apart his chest.”
“You’ve got to get him to a hospital!” Quatre exclaimed.
“He said no hospital. I’m going to honor his request. Don’t look so worried, Q-man. If he gets any worse, I don’t care what he wants, he’ll go.”
“Good,” As if on a sudden thought, Quatre’s eyes went wide with panic, “Sheira! Is Sheira there? Is she okay?”
“The kid?” Duo asked, then shrugged, “She’s fine. She’s still sleeping. She looks good. Hell of a lot better than her daddy. He is her daddy, isn’t he?”
“Yes,” Quatre smiled a little sadly, “Wu Fei is Sheira’s daddy.” He said it almost regretfully. He knew the feelings Duo carried for Wu Fei and knew the idea that he might have chosen elsewhere would hurt him.
“And who might her mommy be?”
“Sally,” Quatre answered, “Her mother was Sally Po.”
“Was?”
“Yes. Sally’s dead. She died almost a month ago.”