Let's make it clear. There are just a few things that can scare the hell out of a man. One of them could be having their manhood falling off when they are having a shower. Another one could be their wife's mum… Or their wife's premenstrual syndrome... But, there is nothing scarier for any man than getting THAT question from a lovely four-year-old little girl, especially if the four-year-old little girl is THEIR daughter.
Well, this is about to happen to the G-Boyz. They all have married their sweethearts and they all have had a little girl. And this is my theory about how Heero, Duo, Trowa, Quatre, Wu-Fei and Zechs would react to THIS question:
DADDY, WHERE DO BABIES COME FROM?
HEERO'S VERSION:
Heero was sitting on the couch in the living room in the lovely house that he and Relena called home. He was reading the newspaper while his four year old little girl was playing when, suddenly, he felt a little hand tugging his pants' right leg.
"Yes Evie, what's the matter?" Heero asked looking down to his daughter as adoringly as he was capable of, which, of course, being the oh-so-stoic Heero, it wasn't much.
"The other day, in the kindergarden, I heard some children talking," said Heero's little girl who was a perfect copy of Relena but with his Prussian blue eyes.
"Aha… and?" Heero asked putting away the newspaper noting Evie's intention of making this a long conversation.
"Well…They were talking about something I wanted to ask you…" replied Heero's daughter.
"And what is that?" Heero said getting curious.
"Daddy, where do babies come from?"
"…"
"Daddy?"
"…"
"Hey, daddy? Are you ok?"
(Coughing) "Yes…er….REELEEENAAAA!!!"
"Mum isn't home. She is at that conference thingy," Evie kindly reminded him.
Heero tried to get some air into his lungs. He felt like he was about to faint. 'Gosh! I'm sure I can get through this…I have to get through this…!' Heero thought while he tried to remain calm while thinking of some way to divert the topic.
"Evie…look…that is something that you may want to ask mum…"
"No," Evie replied simply.
"No?" Heero asked getting increasingly worried.
"No. I want YOU to explain it to me," his little girl insisted.
"Ah…ok…er…you know…ehem….wait here!" said Heero running for his life towards his beloved computer.
He then started doing some research like a madman. He had to find the right information in that computer that had saved his life in so many other times.
"EUREKA!" Heero shouted grabbing the print out he had just made and going back to the living room where a very impatient Evie was waiting.
"Ok. Sit down. I got it," said triumphantly sitting down himself.
Then he started speaking:
"Ok. You know about bees?" Heero asked his little girl.
"Yes. Of course I know about bees..." replied Evie getting suspicious about her father's mental health "…what does it have to do with babies, dad?"
"Everything. Look, bees collect the pollen from a male flower. Then they bring the pollen to a female flower and this makes the female flower to produce the right seed to make more little flowers. Do you understand now?" Heero said looking down his little girl hopefully.
"No. I still don't get what bees have to do with babies"
"Ah. Ok…well…bees have a lot to do with babies. Ok? You just have to trust your daddy with that."
With this Heero got back to his newspaper taking that their conversation was over.
"Daddy?"
"Yes?" Heero asked bracing himself for the worse.
"Can bees make me pregnant?"
"Daddy?"
"…"
"Daddy??"
Heero laid on his couch unconscious.
Sometime later, Relena got back home from her conference and was greeted by her little girl at the door:
"Young lady," she said, "what are you doing up at this time of the night? Where is your father?"
"Daddy is sleeping on the couch," the little girl replied, " I think a bee made him pregnant!"