Disclaimer: I dont own Gundam Wing, Never did never will because if I did I would probably be loaded about now and would be off doing other things, haha. R&R please!

"I can't take this anymore!" She shouted while searching angrily in a closet for a suitcase.

"Can't take what, what is unbearable for you now?" He growled watching his wife recklessly tearing through their closet. She stood up, her honey blond hair thrown up in a messy bun that was slowly falling out, blue eyes shooting daggers at the ex Gundam pilot.
Watching her built up anger and frustration in him, running a large muscular hand through his unruly thick brown hair he walked over to a wall of the bedroom leaned against it and folded his arms across his chest. He couldn't stop her, no not once she reached this point ever since she announced her pregnancy.

It was the happiest moment of their lives, but ended up ruining them. Before the pregnancy heir jobs would eat away at their personal time, one was locked up in an executive office working ten hour days with little vacation the other a Vice Foreign Minister who was scarcely home and when was home had her face buried in paperwork. The pregnancy only made the situation worse, not only did they have to squeeze in time for each other but now they had to fit even more time to plan for their soon to be baby. The stress between them rose to the point where it only took one tiny mishap to set one of them off causing yet another fight.

"Is that all you're going to do?" She yelled in annoyance as she stormed off into the bathroom, slammed the door and locked it. Letting out a large sigh the ex Gundam pilot walked off from the bedroom to the hallway and leaned against the wall closest to the bathroom door again folding his arms like he did previously in the other room.

"You know that this is just going to keep happening" He finally admitted, his face flushed with frustration, his Prussian blue eyes glared intensely at the ceiling as if it were to tell him a way out of this mess.

"Honey, we have problems, big problems I'm not going to deny it and you can't either" He started each word seemed to just flow freely from his mouth.
"We can't raise a child if were going to fight like this day in and day out." His voice softened hoping that his words would hit his wife hard and realize that they need either to separate or see a marriage counselor.

Still refusing to unlock the door the honey blonde haired woman stared at it and thought for a while then slammed the door with her fist, not accepting what fate was handing them. She unlocked the door, walked quietly to the bedroom, and finished packing; her husband's blue eyes fixed on her every movement.

"No, this is it you spare no time for me… Me… your wife the one you promised to love and cherish forever god knows that when our child is born he or she won't even know your name!" She blurted out suddenly.

"You're one to talk Mrs. Vice Foreign Minister," He said waving his arms in a manner that made her title sound important.
"You are never home, you sometimes aren't even in our country for what seems like months and you think that our child won't remember my name." He argued.

"You blame me for all of our fucking problems, don't you realize that it's my paycheck that pays for this house, it's my ass I have to bust to give you what ever you want." He continued.

"Oh so this is where it comes down to…again about how you're the one caring the money around here, did you ever stop to think that maybe once just once a little personal time between us would mean more to me then whatever you could buy with your big fat paycheck?" She hollered back finishing her packing she marched out of the bedroom into the kitchen grabbing her car keys.

"So you're really going to leave huh?" Her husband asked ignoring his wife's question as he threw his hands in the air and rolled his eyes.

"I know how this act goes; you leave for about a day, realize that you want to come back, you do come back then beg me for forgiveness. Yeah I see what you're up to I think it's somewhat entertaining to say the least." He said with a smirk.

Greatly offending his wife to no end she grabbed a hold of a sugar jar aimed and threw it as hard as she could at him missing as it broke against the wall smashing it into small pieces with sugar flying everywhere.

"You are a bastard for what you just said, you know that? I am done with your shit!" She screamed in retaliation.

"My shit?! You just threw a fucking jar of sugar at me, how on earth do you think what I do is more intolerable than the shit you do!"

"What ever I'm done here, I'm leaving you son of a bitch!"

"Fine leave don't let the door hit you on your flat ugly ass on the way out Relena and don't ever fucking show your shit-assed face here again!"

"Fuck you! I'll be back count on that Heero Yuy in three years I will be back, fucking count on it!"

In addition, with that, the front door slammed shut shaking the room including Heero; from that day, forth his life would change dramatically.

The last three years since his break up with Relena, Heero had more time to himself and with that, he received so many benefits. The first one being his hours were cut which flew as a sign of relief to him, no longer would he have to work ten long painstaking hours. He could now work a comfortable six-hour shift and still maintain his position as an executive.

He moved into small house the price was a bit high but it suited him well. It was a comfortable two-bedroom home with a full bath, large kitchen and dining room. The living room walls were painted a corn silk cream with a dark red trim; the furniture was simple, a couch with a few end tables and a coffee table standing in front of a rather large TV. The rest of the house was decorated just as nicely, everything was clean, well kept and organized it was the perfect place for the single ex-gundam pilot.

Heero awoke to the obnoxious ring of his alarm clock. Ruffling his thick brown hair with his hand he sat up looked out the window in his bedroom and walked towards his bathroom. For Heero he kept things simple right down to the pajamas he wore, which was his boxers, and long pants, his clothes were simple too. Unless at work he wore a t-shirt and jeans with the occasional jacket if the weather was too chilly, this of course being his summer attire.
Once finished with half of his morning routine he heard a knock at the door. Quickly throwing on a bathrobe, he rushed to the door and opened it. Outside stood a short older woman wearing a formal dress suit with her hair in a tight bun, caring a baby carriage in one hand, a clipboard stuffed with papers in the other.

"Mr. Yuy I presume?" The woman asked.

"Yeah, can I help you?" He answered hesitantly.

"Yeah I just need you to sign some papers for me". She replied sounding rushed.

"For… what?" He asked sporting a curious face, his Prussian blue eyes glaring straight at the woman's dull gray orbs.

"For custody over your daughter" She replied in a snotty tone.

Hmmmm is this Relena coming back?
Hmm its hard to say for now but I'm working on the next chapter which will explain a lot more. Please review, review and review!