AN: Well I have my own place now. Lives been crazy, classes are starting again, so now I have some time to be alone and work! Yeay!
Five months later..
“Hil! Let’s go, they ain’t gonna hold the shuttle for ya!” Duo yelled back through the front door. He had a duffle bag slung over his shoulder, the keys for the SUV were looped in his fingers. His long braid was hanging over his opposite shoulder, and partly hidden by the leather jacket.
Heero looked up slightly, his cell phone pillowed between his ear and shoulder. His hands were full of a squirming Hikaru, who was determined to make his diaper change as difficult as he could. “Weren’t you leaving 10 minutes ago?” He asked, sounding as if he truly didn’t care.
“So did I, man.” The American replied in a grumbling tone. Pushing off the door frame, he stared back into the house, “Hil! C’mon, Babe. It’s time ta go!”
“Hold on! I’ll be right there!”
Her voice sounded rushed. Raising an eyebrow, Duo let out a frustrated sigh and let his duffle bag fall off his shoulder and dropped it to the floor, “Haaaahhggg….” The American grumbled, his naturally raspy voice making it sound like a bear growl than an exasperated sigh. Dropping his head in annoyance, he started up the stairs, “Ya do realize that you’re the one who wanted ta go on this trip, and now ya ain’t —”
“Stop your bitchin’, I’m ready!” The woman glared at her husband as she barreling around the corner and out of their bedroom, her rolling suitcase behind her. Her sharp eyes caught sight of her husbands empty hands, “I’m the one not ready?” She asked, a small smirk on her lips.
“Hey!”
Downstairs, Heero rolled his eyes and continued to change his son. The phone ringing in his ear…
“Hello?” Trowa’s familiar voice came through the receiver.
“Hey, it’s Heero.” The man started, adjusting in his seat to sit up a bit more, holding the phone with one hand, his other resting on Hikaru’s pudgy stomach attempting to keep him still. The boy’s arms were flailing slightly as he tried to wiggle out from under his father’s hand. He cooed softly, reaching for his naked foot, and trying to pull it up to his gummy mouth.
Heero knew that it would only be a matter of time before Hikaru’s baby teeth, the primary teeth, as he learned from the internet, started to come in. He sighed slightly, already thinking about would happen when that occurred.
“…Heero?” Trowa’s voice pierce through Heero’s thoughts.
“I need…to ask a favor of you.” Heero started again, he was somewhat distracted from the conversation as his son tried to wiggle away from him and off the table. He watched those little wandering hands carefully.
“…Okay.” The Green eyed man almost sounded reluctant…but then again, Heero didn’t sound so sure himself. Was he hearing a giggling sound in the background?
“I need you to… Hold on.” Heero let go of the phone, pillowing it between his shoulder and his cheek, he needed his other hand.
Hikaru let out a laugh as gripped the paper that was now clenched between his hands, sticking the corner in his mouth, he gnawed on the edge, doing nothing more than drenching the paper with drool.
“Let it go..” Heero started, his voice soft, “don’t eat it.” Carefully getting the paper out of his sons hands, he set it behind him on the couch, so it was well outside the boy’s reach.
“Do I want to know?” Trowa asked, Heero could hear the amusement in the green eyed teen’s voice.
“Look, I need you to baby-sit for me.” Heero blurted out, grabbing the new dipper, already disposing of the old one.
“…Duo getting out of hand again?” Trowa asked, a snicker to his voice.
Heero paused, holding Hikaru’s ankles between his thumb and first finger, and first and second finger. “When did you develop a sense of humor?” He asked a small smile on his own lips. His only answer was a faint breath, that could have passed for a sigh. Heero could imagine Trowa shrugging on the other end, his eyes indifferent. “I was wondering, actually, if you could watch my son.”
“Since when did you have a son?” Trowa asked, genuine curiosity in his voice this time.
“About 6 months ago.” Heero answered, finishing slipping the diaper on to his son, fastening the adhesive strips down. “We found him in one of Dr.J’s abandoned labs. DNA showed he was actually my son.”
Trowa was quiet for a moment, letting the information process, “…Did you find the scientists?” Trowa knew that the original five scientists that had trained them were dead, and had died in the war in A.C. 195.
“No, they fell off the grid.” Heero answered, he started fishing Hikaru’s feet into the light blue onesie. “We’re still looking.”
Again, the 01 pilot could imagine Trowa nodding once in acknowledgement.
“..So when do you need me to come over?”
“Now?” Heero asked, easily picking Heero up, and shifting the boy on to his lap so he could slip his arms into the outfit.
“Now? You sure?”
“Yea, Duo and Hilde are going on vacation and Une scheduled a mission for me at the same time.” He sighed and he finished buttoning up the outfit. The boy would be ready to sleep within a half an hour now..
“Until when?”
“Saturday.” Heero answered, he was holding Hikaru with one arm, while his other gathered up the soiled diaper. He stood easily and started towards the garbage.
“Sure.” Trowa answered easily.
“Thanks,” Heero stepped on the small pedal at the bottom of the stainless steel garbage, and dropped the smelly thing in the garbage. “I owe you.”
“It’s fine.” Trowa start, Heero could hear Trowa start to shift around, “Where are you?”
“Duo’s house.”
“Give me 20 minutes.” Trowa replied.
“Copy that, 03.”
Sliding his phone shut, Heero set it one the counter and looked down at Hikaru. Easily shifting his son around, he held him up and stared down into the matching Prussian eyes.
He smiled gently, and rubbed the boy’s back, “You’ll be fine..” he started, almost reassuring himself that the boy would be alright.
Duo grumbled as he walked back into the kitchen, “I swear ta God, that women —” the American paused, and started up at Heero and Hikaru, “Ya find someone?” Hikaru let out a giggle and reached an arm out to Duo.
Duo smiled and reached for the boy, “Hey there!” He easily picked Hikaru out of Heero’s arms, and lifted the boy’s stomach to his lips. Blowing a raspberry against the clothed skin, he laughed as Hikaru let out a loud laugh, his arms and legs wiggling around.
Heero smiled gently, “Trowa’s going to be here in 20 minutes.” Easily slipping passed Duo, the Japanese man moved back to the living room to finish cleaning up.
Duo laughed, and moved Hikaru to one arm, the baby propped up against his chest. Scrunching up his face, the American rubbed his nose against Hikaru’s, “Ya here that?” He wiggled his fingers against the boy’s stomach, making him laugh again, “Uncle Tro-Chan’s comin’ ta watch ya!”
Hilde sighed as she walked back into the kitchen, “You ready?”
Duo laughed and started towards the small play pen that they had set up in the living room. “Now,” kneeling down in front of his godson, he gave the boy a ridiculously large smile, “remember, no kegs, strippers, parties, alcoho-”
“DUO!”
Duo jumped and set the a hand on the Hikaru’s head, “Tear up the place, little man! Don’t give Trowa too hard of a time.” Leaning over he placed a kiss on the child’s forehead, “See ya later, little buddy.” Standing, Duo turned and started towards his wife.
Hilde waved over at the boy as Duo passed her.
15 minutes later
Heero looked up from his laptop as he heard a soft knock on the door. Looking over to the play pen, he saw that Hikaru was still fast asleep. Closing the computer lid, he stood and started towards the door.
Trowa easily slipped into the house, nodding over at Heero as he caught sight of the 01 pilot coming to the hallway, “Hey.”
“Thanks for doing this.” Heero started.
“It’s not a problem.” Trowa answered easily. He had filled out since the last time Heero had seen him. The Latin man wasn’t the lanky teen he had been back in the wars. He easily slid off his jacket, and hung it up on the hook.
“He just dropped off,” Heero started, he started to turn back towards the living room, Trowa following quietly behind him.
The 03 pilot easily rolled up the sleeves on his light blue, cotton button up. Sliding his hands into his dark jeans, he licked his dry lips. He had so many questions going through his mind. How had the scientists created Heero’s son? When - How..
He shook his head slightly… too many questions.
Heero had stopped walking, and had sat down in front of the play pin.
Trowa paused and gazed down at the sleeping boy. He was lying on his back, a thumb in his mouth. His dark hair was messy, and out of place, almost looking wind blow, like Heero’s. Crouching down next to the 01 pilot, he pulled his hands out of his pockets and rested his elbows on his knees. He looked like Heero..
Heero smiled gently as he reached out and brushed the dark hair out of his son’s eyes. Sighing gently he looked over to Trowa, studying the emerald eyes, which were focused on his son. Clearing his throat, he watched as those green orbs flickered over to him, “His name is Hikaru.” He started.
Trowa smirked gently, “Your light?”
Heero nodded, and returned the smile, “He is..” reaching over he grabbed the blanket and easily slid it over his baby boy.
“He was a month old when you found him?” Trowa asked, moving to sit on the floor next to Heero.
“Duo actually found him.” He admitted, “He and Hilde -”
“Say no more.” Trowa laughed quietly. “I know all about Duo and Hilde’s interventions.”
Heero chuckled, and reached behind him for a piece of paper that was a still drying in the corner, “Sorry, ‘Ru got to it when I was talking to you.”
Trowa smiled gently as he took the paper, his eyes going over the word. It was a schedule, for Hikaru. Looking down at his watch he found that Hikaru was taking his 3:30 nap.
“Everything’s all set up, you just need to-”
“I can handle it.” Trowa interrupted, “I’ve been around Quatre’s sisters and their kids.”
Heero forced out a sigh and nodded. He was starting to have second thoughts about the mission, his eyes lingering on his son.
Trowa set a hand on Heero’s shoulder, “He’ll be fine.”
The Japanese man nodded slowly, “..Okay.” Reaching in for his son, Heero picked him up and easily cradled the boy to his chest. Trowa stood next to him, and followed Heero out of the room. He moved towards Hikaru’s room, and easily set the boy in the crib, lying him on his back. Looking back at Trowa he paused, “Oh, by the way, watched out for his little octopus arms.”
“Octopus arms?” Trowa asked an eyebrow raising.
“It’s what Duo calls them.” Heero answered, a small dusting of pink across his cheeks, “He likes to grab at things that are within reach, so just —”
“Make sure he doesn’t grab something breakable, or something he could put in his mouth, yea, I got it.”
Heero nodded and looked back at his son once more, before starting out of the room.
Trowa was trying to keep himself from laughing. Heero was rather funny to watch. It seemed Heero was having more separation anxiety than his son. Sliding his hands into his pockets, Trowa watched Heero start out of the room. He was a bit antsy, and fidgeting.
“Oh! And he-”
“I’ll call if I something happens.” Trowa reassured reaching out and putting a hand on Heero’s shoulder, “You’re going to be late for your mission.” He reminded.
Heero blinked and looked down at his watch and cursed. Trowa was right. Moving towards his bags, that were sitting in front of the door, he picked up his back pack and duffle bag, “Tro-”
“01,” Trowa started, “You have your mission, I have mine.” He sighed, “I can handle your kid.”
Nodding one last time, he looked down the hall at the open door and then back at Trowa, “Hold the fort.”
Trowa smiled and let out a small laugh, “Copy that..” He leaned against the door frame as Heero stepped out of the house and towards his own car. Trowa’s motorcycle was right next to it, the familiar red painting and black painting standing out against the sun light.
Heero paused as he looked at the bike for a moment, he hadn’t seen that one, looking over his shoulder he caught Trowa’s eye, “You actually got it?”
Trowa’s smile widened as his eyes gazed at his new baby, “Yep.” He answered smoothly, admiring his bike.
Heero shook his head as he opened the door to the car, “You’re going to kill yourself on that thing.” he commented as he tossed his backpack into the car.
“It’s well worth it.” He shrugged.
Heero laughed slightly as he slid into the car and closed the door.
Trowa pushed off the frame and gave Heero a small wave. Heero returned it as he started the car and put it in reverse and started out of the driveway, his mind now refocusing on the mission. Hikaru would be fine with Trowa..
AN: Well that only took forever for me to write. Actually it took maybe an hour or so, with all the baby research I was doing on the side. *praises WebMD* awesome site. Anyways. Trowa’s motorcycle is hella sick. Here’s the link: http://media.meta.ua/files/pic/0/5/103/sIcSP7bLIo.jpg REVIEW!REVIEW!REVIEW!