Disclaimer: Not mine, but don't sue.

"Well, what do you expect from me, Quatre? I'm only human! I have eyes, but I can't use them?!" Dorothy yelled.

Not for the first time in their "blissful" mansion, Quatre and Dorothy were arguing.

"Not to ogle at other men!" Quatre yelled back, his arms flailing in frustration.

The two had their ups and downs, but they were never quite this miserable the first year of their marriage. The problems started 3 months ago, two weeks after their first wedding anniversary.

"I wasn't ogling Quatre! I barely glanced in his direction! And you should know I would never have an interest in Duo Maxwell!"

Quatre had been working late hours and was becoming very cranky. Dorothy had a secret she couldn't handle. They had problems, but (unlikely for the two) they wouldn't talk and instead fought.

"How would I know? You show your interest in men in many different ways. You STABBED ME!"

"Don't bring that up now! That was YEARS ago!"

Angry, confused, and partially drunk, Quatre struck Dorothy across the face with his hand. Her head whipped to her right and she put her hand to her face. Then she stared at Quatre. Surprised, hurt, and partially frightened she ran upstairs, fighting back tears that soon stung her cheeks. She was alarmed by his actions.

Quatre was also alarmed. He turned on his heel and stalked out of the house, getting into his BMW and wanting to get away, not caring that he was partially drunk and that the anger would probably make him reckless.

He drove away from the house, not quite sure where he was going and wanting only to drive away.

Dorothy heard the car squeal out of the driveway. She angrily shut the curtains closed and then walked to the bed in their room. She fell onto it, wanting to now cry, but unable to do so. She breathed deeply and sat up, not quite sure what to do. She picked up the phone and dialed in Relena's number.

Relena picked up her ringing phone and gave Heero, who seemed very angry at whoever it was that was disturbing their "alone time" from the two- year-old twins.

"Hello, Relena Yuy speaking," Relena said, sounding as aloof as possible. She then put a hand to the receiver and hissed, "Heero!" as his hand slid underneath the comforter.

"Relena, it's Dorothy. I'm sorry to wake you, but...I needed someone to talk to," Dorothy said nervously. "You're not busy, are you?"

Relena gave the very lustful Heero a glance, but said, "No, I'm not busy." She heard Heero groan.

Dorothy sighed. "Thanks, Relena."

"What's wrong?"

"I'm having problems with Quatre. We've been...fighting. And I've been holding out on him."

"You haven't been having sex?" Under her breath, Relena added, "No wonder you've been fighting."

"Are you done yet?" Heero asked impatiently.

Relena looked down below his waist and her eyes grew wide. "I'll try," she mouthed.

Dorothy continued. "No, we have. And that's the problem. I haven't told him yet, but...I'm pregnant."

"You are?" Relena asked, surprised. She sat up.

"She's what?" Heero mused.

"Pregnant," Relena whispered.

"Oh, poor Quatre," Heero muttered. "Having a pregnant woman around the house is no picnic. I hope it's not twins. That's even worse."

Relena hit his hand and turned back to the phone. "Dorothy, why haven't you told him?"

"We've never talked about it. This is big. And I don't know how he'll react. Bu I want to tell him. And I know he thinks I'm hiding something from him."

"I had problems telling Heero about the twins, too. But you won't regret it. And neither will he."

"Thanks, Relena." Dorothy heard the front door slam. "He's home. I have to go."

Heero again slid his hand under the comforter. "And so do I," Relena said before she hung up the phone.

Dorothy hung up her end and ran downstairs, hoping Quatre would be in a better mood. "Quatre! I have something to tell you," she called as she made the last few steps down.

Quatre was staring at her strangely. He seemed almost afraid of what she was going to say. She had a serious look on her face. "What is it?"

Dorothy took his hand and led him into the livingroom. She made him sit on the large couch and sat down beside him. "I-I know we've been having problems with our relationship. And I don't think that it's-" She trailed off.

Quatre became pale. He clasped her hand. "What are you trying to tell me?" he asked hoarsely.

Dorothy noticed this. 'Does he know what I'm trying to say?' She unconsciously pulled her hand away.

Quatre became paler. His fears were true. 'She's going to leave me.'

For a while, no one spoke. Then the two spoke at the same time. "I'm pregnant."

"Don't leave."

Dorothy stared at Quatre in shock and Quatre stared at her. "Don't leave? I-I'm not going anywhere."

"You're pregnant? But-Oh boy." Then realization that Dorothy would not leave him struck Quatre like a club. His eyes lit up with pleasure when he finally was able to let the news that he was going to be a father seep through. "That's terrific news!" He pulled her to her feet and deeply kissed her.

Dorothy kissed him back, content that he wasn't mad.

~Five Months Later~

"Dorothy! You shouldn't be going up the stairs!" Quatre exclaimed when he came home from work to find Dorothy about to go upstairs with her hand on the railing.

Dorothy turned around and smiled. "Quatre, I'm fine," she protested when he came over and tried to walk her to the elevator he installed in the house. "I just wanted to check on the baby's room."

"You know it's not done yet," Quatre replied. "You're only seven months along. You can wait."

"Oh, all right." She followed him into the livingroom. "How was work?"

"Hm? Oh, another uneventful day. I would've rather been at home with you."

Dorothy laughed. "You're such a liar." She suddenly put her hand to her stomache, then winced in pain. "Q-Quatre. I think I'm going into labor."

"What?! How is that possible? You've two months early!"

"I don't care about how it's possible. I'm going to have this baby, Quatre!"

Quatre went into a state of panic. His wife was having a baby. But it was 2 months early. He managed to regain his composure. "I'll get your hospital bag, Jeremiah will drive you to the hospital. JEREMIAH!" The chauffer stepped into the house. "Drive Dorothy to the hospital. She's in labor."

"Right, sir." Jeremiah helped Dorothy out of the house while Quatre ran upstairs to get the hospital bag in their bedroom.

"Why did we leave it up there?" Quatre asked outloud. He heard the car speed off as he grabbed the bag from their room and ran back downstairs. Quatre pulled his car keys out of his pants' pocket and ran outside into his BMW, throwing the bag into the back. Then he realized he forgot about everyone else. After a while of thinking and debating among himself, he finally decided the others should know and that Dorothy would be safe with Jeremiah. He ran back into the house and got ready to call everyone else.

Quatre ran up the steps that it took to get inside the hospital. He knew that by now everyone was already there. Relena, even though she was a pacifist and against law-breaking, would want Heero to speed to get to the hospital, despite the fact that they had the twins, Odin and Marie, with them. Duo was always up the law-breaking, and Hilde, though normally the one who calmed him down, would be there urging him on. Zechs and Noin lived close by. Trowa and Catharine were performing in the hospital. Wufei and Sally would be catching a ride with Zechs and Noin since when Quatre called they were over there.

When Quatre ran up, Relena was already there to greet her. But she wasn't smiling as she should've been. He read the look in her eyes easily. "What? What is it? Is the baby all right?" he asked ner nervously.

Relena nodded. "The baby's fine," she said softly.

His eyes grew larger. "Then-But-What's wrong with Dorothy?"

"I'm sorry, Quatre," Relena said softly.

Quatre stared at her, then ran inside into the waiting room where he found everyone else sitting looking exactly as Relena had. A doctor stepped out and he practically attacked him asking frantically, "What's wrong? What's the matter with my wife."

"You must be Mr. Winner," the doctor said a bit sadly. "I'm sorry, but your wife passed away."

"What?" Quatre let go of the doctor and fell against the wall. "No. That can't be possible. We haven't even celebrated our second anniversary yet," he said through sobs.

"I'm sorry, man," Duo said, patting him on the back.

Quatre was barely aware of it as he continued to weep. He barely heard the doctor say, "You can see your daughter in a little bit."

'A daughter,' somewhere in his mind said.