Andrea ....grrr....
Readwolf: What's wrong?
Andrea: .... I got *another* 'I' on an assignment.
Readwolf: .......
Andrea: I've made up my mind---It's better to *grade* homework than to *do*
it!!
Readwolf: I give you one week into the school year before you change your
tune.
Andrea: !__! Give me a *little* more credit than that!
Readwolf: Okay, 2 weeks.
Andrea: Thank you.
A Matter of Heart: Heirs to the Legacy
By: Andrea Readwolf
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Rating: YA/Mature
Families: YMC Fam (Yuy-Maxwell-Chang Family: Trinity, Mara Jade,
and Dylan);
Winner Fam (Quatre + Trowa, Triton&Tristan, and little sis
Calista)
Peacecraft Family (Zechs Marquise/Milliard + Lucrezia/Noin
Peacecraft,Kit/Katarynna, Adrian, and Nicolette/Nicole)
Mazzolla Family (Mariemeia + Jake Mazzolla {OC}, Julian)
Catalonia-Dorian Family (Dorothy Catalonia + Relena Dorian,
Regina)
Une-Po Family (Lady Une + Sally Po, Marie Une*, Michael Braddocks,
Mark Braddocks, Matthew Braddocks)
Pairings: Trinity + Adrian, Mara Jade + Tristan, Kit + Triton (hoped
for), Calista + Dylan (hinted at)
plus: 1+2+3+4+5
Archive: Yes-- www.gwaddiction.com
Warnings: The following story contains scenes that are humorous,
sappy,fluff, with Incoherence, random PoV switching, and
Sexual innuendos abound.
Original Characters are presented; all characters are IC according to
the author's interpretation of them. Mainly heterosexual
situations, with hints of YAOI and YURI.
Spoilers: Previous Matter of Heart Series Arc stories: "Dance of the
Heart" Arc and "Oh Baby, Baby" Arc. Built off of "Traditions".
Feedback: C&C is always welcomed and adored.
Acknowledgements: There have been some wonderful people who have
made my sojourn in GW-fanfiction more than just enjoyable and have
inspired me to write, write, and write some more. Thank you.
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.
Notes: This is the story of the children, the nine children of the 6
gundam pilots (Heero--Zechs) plus the grandchild of Treize
Khushrenada. This story will not focus primarily on the characters
from the series, but rather, the generation after them. This story is
not for all die-hard fans, but runs along the lines of a more
original piece.
Additional Note: 1, 2, 3, 4, & 5 often times refer to each other as
"husband"; please refer back to "Promise of the Rings" Part 15 if this
causes confusion.
Additional Note 2: The chibis often times refer to their parents'
friends and partners as "Uncle" or "Aunt"--in this case, the
term is used simply as one of respect since, with the exception
of Kit & Adrian's relation to Relena and all of Quatre's sisters,
none of the parents have siblings.
***These stories and the ideas contained within are copyright of the author. No reprinting or posting without permission of said author. ***
~ September AC 227~
{Same Night}
Tristan Raberba Winner was actually in the study-studying on a Friday, no less-doing his very best to forget the fact that he hadn't seen Mara Jade in four whole days, when he heard the commotion at the front door. He was on his feet to see what was going on when the door burst open, Duo Maxwell storming in.
"Tristan!"
"Hey, Duo, what's u-" He frowned and immediately was worried. "What's wrong? What's happened?"
"You and Mara Jade hang out a lot-?"
The blond boy nodded. In the last four months that was a bit of an understatement, but, "Yeah."
"And you know who her friends are-?" Duo prodded.
"Of course." Tristan frowned, trying to figure out what the other man was trying to get at, but Duo was too full of boiling rage.
"And what guys have been hanging 'round her-?"
The frown deepened. Was something wrong with Mara Jade? "Some of my best friends, why do you ask?"
"Who's she been sleeping with?" The hard look in the older man's eyes told the boy how serious he was.
"WHAT?!?!" he shouted, too shocked to heed that deadly look.
"You heard me!" Duo growled, advancing on the young Winner heir. "Who's the guy who's been messing with my daughter?"
"Listen, Duo," Tristan said, trying to smile as he quickly back-pedaled away from the enraged father. "You know I love and respect you and all-hell, you're like a third dad to me and everything-but I can't just go telling you private stuff like-oomphf!"
Duo grabbed the boy by the collar and hauled his ass up against the wall.
"Now you listen here," he said lowly, glaring up at Tristan. "If you know who the hells been fucking my daughter, you're going to tell me."
"Trist? Maria said-oh. Um, hello, Duo," Triton Winner froze in the doorway, taking in the scene before him.
Duo dropped Tristan and turned on Triton. "Do you know who Mara Jade's been sleeping around with?"
Triton looked nervously to Tristan before looking back to Duo. "Um, you could say that," the boy replied, quickly putting several pieces of furniture between him and his godfather.
Duo's look darkened. "Who?"
"Um, listen, Duo, I, ah, really don't think-"
Duo pounced, clearing the sofa and table with little trouble. "Who?"
"Really, Duo," Tristan tried pulling the man's attention away from his brother. "Why are you asking us? Why not ask Mara J herself?" Nervously, Tristan licked his lips, blue eyes darting from his brother, to the longhaired man, and back again.
Duo dropped Triton and turned away, disgusted-at himself or at the situation, it could not be said which. "She won't tell us," he sighed, running a hand through his bangs. He whirled again, grabbing up his thick leather jacket from over the back of a chair where it had fallen upon his entrance. "But, by GOD! When I find the person responsible for knocking her up, HE WILL BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE!"
The angry man stormed back out on a wave of emotions that prevented him from seeing the startled faces of the two boys he left behind.
"Where are you going?" Triton called after his brother the minute their muscles released them for movement. Tristan was already out the study and to the foyer, grabbing up his own coat.
"To see Mara J and find out what the hell is going on!" the blond boy called back before the front door could slam shut behind him.
Triton sighed and rubbed his arm where Duo had grabbed him. He'd probably have a bruise there tomorrow. "I need to get home more often," he thought aloud.
She heard the door click open and buried her face farther into the pillow, as if it could shield her against everything and anything. "Would you just *go* *away* and leave me alone!" her muffled voice cried out. "I told you I don't wanna talk about it, dammit!"
"Too bad," Tristan replied, his voice thick and hoarse in his throat. "' Cause I do."
Mara Jade looked up for a moment, as if to confirm the voice, and then fell back into her pillow, cringing farther into her blankets as if to escape the situation she suddenly found herself in. "Please, Tristan, just leave me alone. I don't wanna talk to anybody right now."
"I can't do that," he whispered, approaching the huddled figure on the bed.
"Dammit, Tristan!" she scream, sitting up, stray strands of black silk hair clinging to her damp, red face and flying every-which-way. "Haven't you done enough?"
Sea foam eyes narrowed, darkening and his face hardened. "I seem to remember you doing quite a bit yourself," he returned lowly.
Mara Jade slumped, as if the bones in her body couldn't hold her up anymore, and she fell back to the bed. Tristan was already at its side, looking down at her, mixed emotions coursing through him.
"So it's true," he whispered, swallowing.
"Do I even want to know how you found out already?" she mumbled.
"Were you even going to tell me?" The words were pain-filled and accusing.
"Yes!" she shouted, only to turn around and say, "No." And then she slumped farther, trying to hide her face. "I don't know. Stars, Tristan! I only just found out myself today! And then my stupid father had to come in here and see all the damn papers Dr. Po gave me and he started screaming at me so I screamed back and-and-and-and my head hurts."
Despite the flying arms and the muddled words, Tristan somehow managed to understand what she was saying-or, if he didn't, he put on a good act of it. He sat down on her bed, pulling her into his arms and lap and rocking her as she just sobbed.
"What did Sally say?" he asked softly, kissing her temple as her tears began to subside.
She gave a weak, hiccup-y, sick laugh. "I'm fine. Perfectly healthy for. someone in 'my condition.'" She swallowed, her face screwing up before she could hide it in his shoulder again. "And that-if I decide-not to. keep it-I should. decide quick."
Tristan stiffened. "Not. keep it?"
"Apparently I'm almost three months," she sniffled. "If I wait any longer to have an abortion, it could be dangerous."
"Abortion?" he repeated slowly-but she heard the anger heating the word.
"I have to be realistic," she sniffled, pulling away from him and sitting up. "I'm only 19-I haven't even finished school, yet. Neither have you! I couldn't possibl-"
Hands pinched into her upper arms and shook her. "No."
"Wha-Tristan!"
"No," he repeated, hard and unforgiving. "Absolutely not. I will not allow you to kill our baby."
"Who the hell are you-" she wrenched away from him, glaring, "to tell me what I can and cannot do? This is *my* body!"
"I'm that baby's father, dammit! That's who! That's *my* baby!" he shouted back. "And if you think for one damn minute I'm going to just sit by and let you kill *our* baby-"
"You have no right!" She shouted, storming across the room just to put distance between them.
"I have *every* right!"
"This is *my* LIFE you're trying to dictate here!"
"This is *my* Life, too, dammit, Mara J, and I'm not going to just let you-"
"You can't tell me what to do!"
"You are *not* getting an abortion," he ground out, advancing towards her.
He stopped. She froze. He glared, she stared back, sea green meeting with bright violet, clashing, warring for dominance.
In the end, it was Mara Jade who conceded, too emotionally and physically drained to battle anymore. "I don't know," she slumped, collapsing into a plush chair in the corner. "I just don't know what I'm going to do."
There were those cursed tears again. "I'm just so damn tired right now. I don't want to think anymore." Tear-rimmed eyes turned up at him and he melted, going over to her side and wrapping his arms around her. She was so light when he lifted her and he remembered wondering if she was losing weight. That couldn't be good if she was pregnant now. He'd have to make sure she was eating enough for herself and the baby. Their baby.
"Rest," he murmured against her temple, laying her in the bed.
"I'm not a baby," she sighed back, relaxing into the bed, already asleep before he pulled away.
"Yes you are," he whispered back gently, brushing his fingers across her face. "My baby." He kissed his fingers and touched them to her lips, and then he kissed his fingers and touched them to her stomach. "Our baby."
Wufei was in the kitchen nursing a cup of hot tea when Tristan came downstairs.
"Something to drink?" the Chinese man offered out of habit.
"No, thanks," Tristan tried a weak smile but found it didn't stay very long. "She's sleeping," he offered after an uncomfortable pause.
The dark-haired man just nodded, studying his cup of tea. "I called Heero before I called over to Emerald Gardens," he said finally before taking another sip of tea.
Tristan felt his entire insides clamp up. "Oh?" he said, hoping to sound nonchalant, knowing he failed miserably.
"Mmnmm."
Tristan nodded, but the other man was still looking at his drink.
"He asked something that I thought was interesting."
Tristan was quiet, not knowing what to say, and then the Chinese man looked up and the boy felt like the deer caught in the sightings of an oncoming squadron of mobile dolls.
"He asked if you knew yet."
Tristan froze. and then fell limply into one of the chairs, his stomach sinking out through his toes while his heart tried to jump up and loge in his throat-effectively suffocating him.
"Your Dads are still on L3," Wufei continued as if the boy's reaction were of no surprise to him. "They won't be back for another two weeks at the least-"
"Four," the boy corrected, staring off into space. "They added L4 onto their schedule."
Wufei nodded, having forgotten about those. Four weeks then. "Heero asked if he should come back early-" Tristan's head fell to his folded arms on top of the table. "I told him 'no,'" Wufei finished.
The blond head shot up again, blue eyes falling on the older man, filled with shock.
Wufei looked back, his lips tightening. "It is you, isn't it?"
"Sir," he began, licking his lips and swallowing nervously. "I'm sorry. I' m so sorry. I would never intentionally hurt-"
Wufei held up a hand to cease the boy's ramblings. "A simple 'yes' or 'no' would have sufficed."
"Oh." Tristan paused, his mind racing a thousand miles a millisecond. "What was the question again?"
"Are you the father of Mara Jade's baby?" Wufei repeated calmly.
"Well, put like that." he swallowed, his chin falling to his chest. "Yes."
Silence.
Quatre held the covers up for Heero to sneak under and then wrapped his arm around the Japanese man, snuggling up close. Trowa's hand, resting on Quatre's hip, reached out and brushed the dark haired man's back, receiving a purr of contentment in response.
"Everything okay?" Quatre murmured, sleepily.
"Hai," Heero yawned, lacing his cold feet between the blond's warmer legs. "Nothing that won't wait till we get back."
"Wufei sounded upset," Trowa noted, not making it a question, though Heero answered it as such.
"He was..."
Quatre tried to focus on the conversation, wanting to hear everything, but he was so sleepy--it had been such a hectic and tiring day, and he knew tomorrow would be just the same. Still, falling asleep, he asked, yawning, "What about?"
Heero's hand moved over the blond's in anticipation. "Apparently Mara Jade's pregnant," he told them calmly, looking pointedly over Quatre's shoulder.
"What?" Quatre cried, sitting up wide awake, and almost racking Heero across the chest with his manicured nails if the Japanese man hadn't been prepared for it. Seeing that Heero wasn't kidding--hey, it's been know to happen before!--Quatre's face immediately melted to one of sympathy. "Oh, Heero! That's terrible! I'm so sorry!"
"About what?" Heero returned, meeting Trowa's green eyes in the dark completely. "You're in the same boat as me, practically," he continued, reaching for the sheets Quatre had dragged off him. "Tristan's the father."
"WHAT?!!!!!!!!!" Quatre managed to scream before Trowa and Heero could bind and gag him.
"You know, he's still pretty strong for being so old," Heero gasped, struggling to get a ranting Quatre immobilized.
"You're just now figuring that out?" Trowa panted, sticking the gag into his love's mouth. "Go to sleep, Quatre. This will keep till morning."
End Part 18
TRISTAN: ~__~ whew! I'm still alive.
MARA JADE: don't worry--there's always next part.
TRISTAN: You know, you're....!
MARA JADE: :) It's your fault.
TRISTAN: How is it *my* fault?!
MARA JADE: I'm pregnant because of *you*.
TRISTAN: Ah, *no*. You're pregnant because of *her*! {pokes at author}
ANDREA: {looks up from her bowl of ice cream} Oh, don't worry, dear. I did
the same thing to your fathers--Wu-babe wasn't planning on going home
pregnant, either.
Andrea Readwolf
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