A/N: I do not own Gundam Wing nor it's characters.
Summary: Being a father is never easy, much less when the boy's mother was your one true love, and the child isn't yours, but he's his memory of her and will love him none the less.
My Memory of Her: Prologue
He held her hand tightly and she squeezed back with all of her might. He winced slightly at the pain but the feelings of fear, nervousness, and excitement overshadowed every other feeling of his that were kept oh so guarded.
"Push!" the doctor yelled through his mask.
She took another deep breath, shut her eyes tightly, and pushed with all of her might one last time. She didn't scream, she never did throughout the entire thing, but now there was a cry. She opened her eyes and saw the doctor standing up and holding a crying baby.
"It's a boy. Congratulations. Would you like to cut the umbilical cord?" offered the doctor while holding the infant in his hands and a nurse holding up the instrument that would be used.
He looked at her for an answer and she nodded and smiled as a nurse wiped her sweat from her forehead.
He nodded at the doctor and took the instrument from the nurse and cut the baby's umbilical cord and the nurse took him to get cleaned. The doctor went back to looking at her on the bed. He heard the doctor make a noise that didn't sound optimistic. He looked back up at her and saw that she didn't look very good anymore.
"Doctor, what's going on?" he asked in his signature cold tone, but this time it had a slightly waver.
"She lost too much blood and she strained a lot, and there's nothing that we can do at this point. If we were to get her blood right now it wouldn't have any effect due to what her body has just undergone. I'm sorry." The doctor said with a saddened look towards both of them.
The doctor went to his side, "The nurse will come right in and ask you two some questions before she passes. Once again, I'm so sorry."
He kept his emotions to himself as he always did and looked back at her. She looked beautiful, he thought, it was a shame that she wouldn't live to see her son.
"Doctor!"
"Yes?" asked the doctor just before he left the room.
"Bring the boy back into the room with the nurse," He demanded.
The doctor nodded and walked out of the room. He walked to her side and wiped some sweat from her brow and held her hand.
"You did great," he said with a hint of a smile trying to form on his lips.
"Thanks… for everything. I couldn't have done anything without you," she said sweetly as she looked him in the eyes and could see the emotion that he kept away from the world. Little did she know, she was the only one who could.
"Shh, don't talk. Just rest."
Just then the nurse came back into the room with the baby. She smiled at both of them and placed the baby in her arms.
"Okay, ma'am we have you down as the mother and we see that you are single. Who is the father?"
He had thoughts of disdain for the man that she was with that caused her to get pregnant. It hurt him to see her suffer as he left her the moment he found out that she was pregnant and even more so that he had never gathered up the courage to tell her how he felt about her, but he did his best to get that across by being by her side at all times. He had even planned to propose and take her son in as his own.
"He's the father." She whispered.
His eyes went wide and the nurse just calmly took down that information. Did she say what he thinks she said? It's got to be for the boy's protection.
"Okay, well, I'll leave you too alone now."
As the nurse left the room, he looked at her on the bed as she looked at the baby lovingly and a small tear rolled from her eye to her cheek and onto the baby's blanket. He was about to ask her what she meant by that statement, but figured that she said that he was the father to make things easier on the baby because she would be leaving this world soon and didn't have much time to tell him that she wanted him to take care of her son. He looked up at her, his emotions still in check, but his heart was breaking and he couldn't do anything about it.
"His name is Michael Andrew." She spoke while caressing the baby's cheek as he blinked back at her innocently unaware that this would be the first and last time he'd be seeing his beautiful mother.
He couldn't take the silence anymore. He leaned in, swallowed his fears, and said, "I love you."
She smiled and her eyes closed. In his heart he knew that she had just passed on. He bit his bottom lip and looked at the baby and he looked so calm and so passive. As he was going to reach out and touch the baby, the doctor came in.
"Mr. Yuy, I truly am sorry. I wish there was something we could've done—"
Heero turned the hand that he was going to use to touch the baby and grabbed the doctor by the collar and brought him close to his face.
"Don't talk to me. Don't even touch the boy. Get a nurse up here and get the baby ready. I'm going to take him to a different hospital."
Heero threw the doctor to the floor and glared at him in silence as the doctor got up and left the room with what little dignity that he had left.
"Heero…" spoke a soft voice.
Heero turned around and saw his brother standing in the doorway with a big stuffed bear with balloons tied to one of it's paws. The site was aggravating the emotional torment that he was going through. The walls that he had built up throughout his life were on the verge of crumbling down.
Duo placed his hand on Heero's shoulder after he placed the bear on a little table. Both ignored the nurses that came and took the baby to get clothed in blue pajamas and preparing paper work for the baby's dead mother. Heero wouldn't turn around. He couldn't. Duo turned Heero around and looked him square in the eye. It didn't take long before Duo saw a tear fall from Heero's cobalt blue eyes. He didn't make any expression; his eyes just became more lively and glossy. Duo's younger brother was crying. He never cried before. Duo got Heero in a hug and held him tight. After a few seconds, Heero's tears came out in greater numbers and he clutched his brother for dear life as a part big part of his life had just caused him to die a little inside.