22 June 2001
Rating: YA/fluff
Pairings: Peacecraft Family (Zechs Marquise/Milliard + Lucrezia/Noin Peacecraft,
Kit/Katarynna), 1+2+5
Warnings: The following stories contain scenes that are humorous, sappy, fluff,
with Incoherence and random POV switching and Sexual innuendos abound.
Original Characters are presented, all characters are IC according to the
author's interpretation of them. YAOI, with a splash of hetero.
Spoilers: "Dance of the Heart" Arc and especially "Oh Baby, Baby" Arc.
Feedback: C&C is always welcomed and adored. Constructive Criticism is... digestible. ^_~
Acknowledgements go out to all the wonderful people who have made my sojourn in GW-fanfiction more than just enjoyable. Thanks, ladies and gent!
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters belong to Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency and are only being used for non-profit entertainment purposes.
References to printed texts, films, sitcoms, musical pieces, and/or other
fanfictions don´t belong to the author either. Original Characters, including but not limited too, the Berh Siblings, Jake Mazzolla and "the chibis", are original and hence, the author's own creation.
***These fics and the ideas contained within are copyright of the author. No reprinting or posting without permission of said author. ***
September 7th, 200AC, Mars
"Congratulations," the middle-aged woman announced, beaming at him as she shifted the tightly-wrapped bundle into Milliard Peacecraft, a.k.a. Zechs Marquise's arms. "It's a girl," she added, pulling back to take in the new father's reaction in full.
The breath seemed to leave him all at once. He was afraid to move, afraid to do something wrong, afraid he might drop the infant or hold her too tightly and crash her small, fragile, red and squished body. He looked up, immediately searching for his wife.
Lucrezia Noin lay exhausted upon the sweat-soaked sheets of the bed, a tired but radiant smile on her face. Cautiously, he moved to her side and stuttered, "It's a girl."
Noin smiled at him. "I know," she replied. Her voice little more than a hoarse whisper.
"What will you be naming the little princess?" the midwife asked, beaming at both new parents.
Zechs looked at his wife expectantly.
Noin looked at her husband and nodded.
Zechs swallowed and then answered.
"Kataryna Peacecraft."
The midwife smiled, thinking, 'What a fine name,' as she printed carefully on the birth certificate:
Katarynna Peacecraft, born 09-07-200 AC at 6:29 pm
to Lucrezia Noin and Milliardo Peacecraft. Mars Colony A106.
September 23, 200AC
~2 weeks old~
"Hmm, I can understand that," Zechs was saying as Noin walked into the room, one of her nursing gowns swimming around her, breasts swollen and aching with milk. Pushing the bangs from her eyes--making a note to get her hair cut sometime soon (she just wasn't comfortable in long hair)--she blinked, still groggy from her nap, at the scene inside the small office.
Her husband, pacing the ten-foot length of the room, back and forth, their two-week-old daughter in the crook of his arm, sucking contentedly on a nursing bottle. He was on a conference call with one of the leading supporters and financiers of the Mars Colonization Program--but he had still taken the time to prepare one of their baby's bottles and was now feeding her. And all without having to ask *her* for help, allowing her to take a much-needed nap.
Noin felt torn in two directions--incredible love and tenderness for her husband, and instant rage at the tenderness and ache pulsating from her breasts. Slipping out of the doorway before he could spot her, she reaching for one of the cameras strewed around the apartment. One quick pic, and then it was a date with the breast pump for her.
Zechs had finished his conference and was talking to a completely oblivious, happily sucking infant in his arms. He didn't even notice he wasn't alone until he heard the <click> of the camera. Looking up, he saw his wife, leaning against the doorway, smiling at him.
October 15th, 200AC
~5 ½ Weeks Old~
"Zechs, stop that."
"She likes it!"
"Will you stop. You look ridiculous."
Noin took the straw from his mouth and Zechs looked at his wife. "I *never* look ridiculous," he pouted.
And then promptly reached for another straw and returned to blowing air over their baby's cheeks, arms, and legs.
Noin sighed and tried to pretend like there weren't people staring at her husband in the small café.
December 25th, 200AC
~15 Weeks or 3 ½ Months~
Noin sounded an exaggerated, surprised gasp as she entered the nursery. "Ah! Hello!" she cooed, crossing over the crib and reaching in. "Hello, my kitten! Good morning! Yes, good morning!"
Pulling the baby out from the confines of the crib, they moved to the changing table. "Do you know what today is?" she continued, cooing and smiling as her daughter smiled and babbled back.
"That's *right*! Today's Christmas! This is a *very* special day for everyone." She stripped off the white cotton sleeper and replaced it with a special, red velvet and white lace little dress. "On this day, five years ago, a very bad war ended and Peace was *finally* achieved! Isn't that *wonderful*?"
She took up a soft-bristle baby brush while her daughter got reacquainted with several plush toys set up on the changing table. Inky black curls were brushed through and smoothed back before a red ribbon headband with a lacy flower was slipped on.
"Oh! Don't you look pretty? Who's the pretty baby? Huh? Who's Momma's kitten?" Noin nuzzled the baby until it cooed and laughed for her.
<click... wind>
"That should be a really great picture," Zechs commented smoothly.
Noin looked up at him, smiling. "I hope there's some film left in the other cameras. I promised Anne and Sally a picture of Kit in her Christmas suit."
Zechs pulled another camera from behind his back. "Be prepared," he quoted, grinning at her. And then his eyes lighted upon his daughter and he was at Noin's side, leaning over the changing table to pull his little baby into his arms.
"Hello, kitten, hello! Good morning!" he cooed, tickling the girl's cheeks and chin. "Don't you look like a pretty little princess today! Who's Daddy's little princess?"
Noin held back and watched, knowing she was probably grinning like an idiot. She did a lot of that lately. 'Who knew OZ's best pilot would be such a doting father?' she thought, watching as Zechs carried their daughter from the room. "Me! That's who," she said to the empty room.
June 8, 201AC
~39 Weeks or 9 Months~
"Oopsies! Ah! Oopsies! Ah! Oopsies!"
Noin got off the vidphone and left to find her husband, raising and dropping their daughter who was attached to the end of a brown towel. On each 'oopsies', the babe landed on her plush, padded rump with a startled, surprised look on her chubby round face. On each 'ah', she found herself magically and delightfully standing again--and all she had to do was hold onto the towel!
Both father and daughter were so wrapped up in their little game, they didn't even notice her until she slipped her hands over Zechs's shoulders and pulled his attention away from the beaming, bright-eyed, curly-topped bundle of joy in front of him.
"Hey," he said, leaning up and kissing her cheek.
"Hey," she replied, leaning over and resting on his back.
Loud babble forced them both to look back at their daughter, who was tugging impatiently on her end of the towel. Agreeably, Zechs lifted his end up again, lifting her up in the process.
"That was Anne," Noin said, conversationally. "There are a couple high-up openings at PHQ."
"Oh?"
"Mmmhmm." They were quiet for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts as they watched their daughter.
"She was thinking we might want the position," Noin said finally.
"And what did you tell her?" Zechs rubbed his end of the towel over the baby's face.
"That I'd have to talk to you first, of course. And then, Kit's still too young to travel by shuttle..."
Zechs nodded, and then turned to look at her. "Do you really want to go back?" he asked, his voice and face carefully controlled from showing any feelings either way.
Noin sighed and studied his face. Hers, she knew probably looked sorry, regretful. "Yes," she said after another moment. "I do." He looked away. "Mars is nice, and we've done a lot of good work here, Zechs, but..."
"But?"
"But I want to raise our daughter on Earth, where she can go outside and play in the sun and grass and climb trees if she wants to or pick flowers and chase rabbits and..." She shook her head. "And I want to go home."
Zechs was quiet, watching his daughter play with the brown terrycloth towel.
"Then we should go," he said after another moment. He felt Noin's shock and excitement through his back and he felt good, like this was the right decision. "You should call Relena first, though, to make the arrangements."
"Already on it!" Noin called, pushing up to a stand and heading back to the study. At the doorway she stopped. "Thank you, Zechs."
"There's nothing to thank me for, Lulu," he replied, using an old nickname neither of them had heard in years. He turned around and looked up at her. "Where you and Kit are is where home is, and I don't want to be away from home any longer than I need to be."
August 2, 201AC
~10/11 Months~
"Bridgelight," he said, showing her the halopics.
"It looks big," Noin commented, watching as the display swiveled to provide a 360 view of the... building? Home? House? Mansion?
"It was a summer home," Zechs told her, pressing a button that resulted in the display "entering" the home for an inside view. "Not nearly as large as the manor or castle," he added, shooting her a look. "It's actually one of the smaller properties of the Peacecrafts. It's also fairly secluded and guarantees privacy."
"Hm. I'd hate to have to clean it," Noin quipped, but already she was falling in love with the estate- -just from a picture.
Zechs grinned. "It has only a skeleton staff right now, but that could be fixed easily enough. I'm sure Relena already has a list made out for us, if she hasn't gone ahead and staffed the place for us."
The display kept going on its virtual tour. "It's tri-level. The ground floor boasting a ballroom and dining area. The first floor has six rooms, which, if memory serves are currently a study, a library, an entertainment room, a dining room, a breakfast room and a kitchen. The second floor has five bedrooms, five baths."
"Only five?" She was teasing, but still.
"There's the attic, the basement, a smoke house, a stables and servants' quarters as well as a garden, woods, and a small pond on the property."
"It looks perfect," Noin said, smiling at him. She reach down and scooped up their daughter from where she was playing on the floor at their feet. "What do you think, Kitten? Think you'd like to live there?"
The child answered with a loud, happy coo. Zechs and Noin both laughed.
"I think that's a 'yes'."
September 7th, 201AC
~1 year~
"Happy Birthday to You!
Happy Birthday to You!
Happy Birthday dear Katarynna--
Happy Birthday to YOU!"
Duo's voice hung out longer than any of the others' and was only cut off when Heero tugged on his braid. Everyone gathered at Bridgelight was laughing and smiling as Noin cut the cake and placed the first slice in front of the birthday girl. The girl promptly smushed both hands into the chocolate and vanilla cake with an impish grin and delighted coo.
"Smile!" Relena cooed seconds before a flash went off, blinding them all.
"Ooh! That looks like a good idea!" Duo laughed. "Does it taste good, too?" he asked the girl shoving a chocolate-covered fist into her mouth.
"Duo's very good with children," Noin commented, setting a plate down in front of Heero and Wufei.
"That's because he is one," Wufei responded evenly, smiling at his lover when the braided young man turned to shoot him a look.
"I didn't hear you complaining last night," Duo quipped.
"You had me gagged," the Chinese youth replied, cutting into his cake. "It was--"
"I don't want to hear it!" Noin interrupted, holding a hand up to ward off the topic. The hand just happened to be the one holding the cake knife and both men dropped the subject readily.
The End
Andrea Readwolf
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