Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, though I do own all of my own characters.

Warnings: Yaoi, m-preg, you have been warned.

A Little Surprise
Chapter One: When Happily Ever After Ends

Beep. Beep. Beep. Slam! A small hand reached out and smashed the offending object, which happened to be an alarm clock, and hit the snooze button. Long slim fingers than reached out and turned off the first alarm, there being two that were set, and flopped back down to the bed in a boneless manner.
Under the heavy comforter on the bed next to the alarm clock a sleeping figure stirred and finally a head of unruly dark brown hair withdrew from where it had been buried under the white pillow at the head of the bed. The sleepy figure sat up and shifted his legs over the side and sat groggily for a few minutes before yawning cutely. The figure was, in actuality, the eighteen-year-old boy Heero Yuy who was also the ex-pilot of the Gundam Wing.
Heero yawned again and gave a stretch before stumbling to the bathroom connected to his bedroom and going to take a shower. As the water was heating up the sleepy pilot gazed at himself in the mirror half-asleep. He had the same high cheekbones, button nose, strong jaw, and small mouth with full pouting lips that he had during the war. Perhaps he looked a little older but his features were the same. His wide, almond shaped, Prussian eyes were half closed and glowed sleepily. The thick, long, dark lashes that framed them fluttered slightly as Heero yawned again before he stripped out of his clothes and walked into the shower.
Once out of the shower he wrapped his towel around his waist and, looking more awake, began to brush his teeth. Just as he caught a whiff of the smell of toothpaste as he uncapped the tube his stomach jolted. Heero threw down the tube before lurching towards the toilet and allowing his dinner from the night before to come up. After getting his breathing back under control the small teen flushed the toilet and went back to the sink to rinse out his mouth.
Finally he took in a deep breath and tried again to brush his teeth, being successful this time since he wasn't breathing in the scent. He washed his face and looked in the mirror again giving his reflection a glare. The long hours at school and work were starting to take a toll on the Perfect Soldier. Where his skin had once been a vibrant golden color it was now slightly pale and gave him a fragile look. There were dark circles of fatigue under his eyes and his unruly hair, which still fell sexily over his eyes, seemed to have dulled. Narrowing his eyes more for good measure the Japanese boy turned from his reflection and reentered his room.
He soundlessly walked to his closet and changed into a pair of slacks, a white t-shirt, and a blue collared short-sleeved shirt with the buttons buttoned. He put on a pair of socks and went back into the bathroom to hang his towel up after drying his hair with it. He reentered the bedroom and stood over his bed, gazing sadly down on the second figure still sprawled out under the covers in a deep sleep.
Heero gave a silent sigh. It had been almost a month since he had seen his lover awake. He missed running his fingers through the long brown strands of his love's hair, and feeling long strong arms wrap around him as the two cuddled on the couch. He missed the feel of thin lips against his own, and running his long delicate-looking fingers over the handsome face that belonged to his boyfriend.
He missed seeing those emerald pools light up when he walked into the room, and how Trowa would only smile for him. He missed the way those emerald eyes would close as his love played his flute for hours, losing himself in the music he made. The way those long dark lashes would form crescents on his cheeks, just as they did now in sleep. The way that sharp chin would always perch on the top of his head or shoulder as the two snuggled on the couch together watching a movie. The way that slim face would glow as they sat together on a bench in the park, just enjoying each other's company.
Heero missed everything about his lover. From the way Trowa would press his sharp nose into his hair and smell the scent that was his alone, to how he always smelled like his apple shampoo. But they hadn't seen each other awake in a long time what with work and school and all.
Heero gave a sigh and gently brushed Trowa's long bangs out of his face so that both of his closed eyes would show and kissed his lover on the forehead. He covered the tall Latino teen with the blanket where it had slid off and ran his fingers through the soft brown strands of hair before sighing again and walking to his side of the bed. He gently took his gun from where he had put it besides the alarm clock on the nightstand and put it in his special holster in the back of his slacks. He exited the bedroom without looking back.
He shoved his suit jacket and tie, which he had uncharacteristically left in the living room; into the messenger bag he had become accustomed to carrying. He then retrieved his nametag from one of the end tables in the said living room and clipped it to his blue shirt before walking into the kitchen and putting a single piece of toast in the toaster. While that was cooking he grabbed the documents he had left on the table and put those in a folder before putting that in his messenger bag also.
Once the toast was done he held it in his mouth while he glanced at the clock. 5:00, good he would be at work by 5:30. He then ran to the front door and slipped his feet into the white sneakers he had started to wear when Trowa finally managed to convince him to get rid of his old yellow ones. He closed the door softly and locked it before running to catch the bus to work, if he missed it; it would be a twenty minute walk through the city to get to the small dinner he worked at part time in the mornings five days a week.
He set off towards the bus stop, eating his toast on the way. He had been feeling really sick lately and it was all he could really hold down besides water and crackers. He had also noticed that he was prone to getting headaches and that he was constantly moody and short-tempered lately. Heero shook himself out of his thoughts as he made it to the bus stop and three minutes later he was on his way to work.

"Good morning, my name is Heero and I will be your waiter today. Is everyone ready to order?" Heero asked. There was a black apron around his waist and he was holding a small note pad and a pen. He worked in Molly's Dinner, a small establishment that many people stopped at for breakfast before going to work. It was fairly empty at six in the morning, only having a few businessmen sipping coffee, and stockbrokers reading the newspaper.
Heero was currently serving a few men who worked at a construction site nearby. He had moved to a fairly new colony in the L1 colony cluster with Trowa a few months after the Mariemaia incident. The circus that Trowa worked for had decided to make this colony their home since it had a booming economy and was a great place for tourists.
"Yeah, I'll take the three egg special with bacon and a biscuit." One man said, his eye roaming over Heero's slim but muscular frame appreciatively. The small teen shifted in a graceful manner, his eyes flashing with irritation but he hid it.
"Would you like toast or hash brown?" Heero asked.
"I'll trade it in for your phone number." The man said with a saucy grin at Heero.
"I'm sorry but I'm taken." Heero said indifferently. "Would you like toast or hash brown?"
"Hash brown." The man snapped with a scowl. Heero wrote that down and turned to the other two men at the table who were chortling at their friend. Once he got all of the orders he slipped the pen in the pocket of his apron.
"You're meal will be here shortly." He walked to the counter and clipped the order onto the turn style.
"Hey Heero, how are ya doing?" A woman asked as she came in. She was a tall woman with short dark brown hair and glowing green eyes that smiled out of a comely face. She was a plump woman and had a motherly feel to her. This was Molly, the owner of the dinner. She had taken a liking to the young Gundam pilot and had given him a job after finding out that he and his boyfriend had just moved to the colony.
"I am fine Molly." Heero answered with a rare smile. He suddenly paled, "could you please watch the shop for a moment? I have to use the restroom."
"Of course dear." Molly said with a sympathetic smile to her employee as he raced to the bathroom. She knew that he had been feeling under the weather lately, but had chalked it up to stress from school and holding two jobs. He came out a few minutes later looking really pale but his facial expression was indifferent. He saw that the construction men's orders had come in so he took them their food before going to wait at another table.
"I'll see you tomorrow Molly!" Heero called as his shift ended and he returned his apron to the laundry basket all of the dirty cloths were thrown into. They were washed at the end of the day.
"All right dear, you take care of yourself okay?" She said as he waved. A tinkling sound from the bell on the door rang and then he was gone. Molly sighed, "you'll work yourself to exhaustion before too long kid..."

"Morning Yuy, you're in early like normal," Heero's boss called as he entered the elevator in Winner Corp. Heero had a full time job as a computer technician in one of Quatre Raberba Winner's many technology companies. Of course his old friend didn't know he was working for him. Oh, no. After the Mariemaia incident Heero had disappeared without a trace and though Trowa kept in touch with the other pilots no one really knew where he was either.
"Good morning sir." Heero greeted politely, his tie and jacket in place, and his bag over his shoulder. He swayed suddenly feeling faint but controlled it and kept his face impassive. "It's better to be early than late."
"I suppose that's true." The man said with a small smile. "How has school been going?" Technically Heero's title was that he was 'in training' under one of the many technicians in the building. But in actuality he did much better work than any of the other employees and was treated as an equal. Every one knew about him being in school to get his degree that would allow him to be paid more. They also all knew of his sexual preference but no one really cared about that. They all liked the kind, quiet, young man that worked twice as hard as anyone else and had, incidentally, saved all of their lives more than once during the war.
"School is fine." Heero answered back as the doors opened on their floor and they got out.
"That's good, I'll talk to you later Yuy." The man said and walked into his office. He felt kind of sorry for the Japanese kid. He knew that he and his boyfriend were suffering financially and were struggling to keep enough money around for them both to go to school and pay for all of their expenses. Times were definitely tough for Heero Yuy and Trowa Barton. A shame, those two deserved happiness more than anyone else.
Three hours later Heero's fingers that had been flying along the keys stopped and one rose to rub at his temples. Damn, that stupid headache had come back. He looked at the clock over the wall of his cubical and blinked seeing that it was his lunchtime. He finished what he was typing and saved it before getting up and stretching.
He had taken off the jacket and hung it over his chair. It was late summer and quite hot. Suddenly feeling nauseated Heero sprinted for the bathroom and got there just in time to throw up into the toilet again. He cursed softly before flushing the toilet and washing his hands, and his mouth out and than washing his face. He dried himself off with a paper towel and decided to skip lunch, his stomach wasn't up to it.

"Hey Heero." A girl greeted as Heero walked into his classes. As soon as he finished work at five he went to classes at the college.
"Good evening Hil." He greeted back as he sat in his seat. He was in computer programming class right now. Hell, he knew more than the teacher but he still needed to go to classes to get his diploma. Hillary Mullet was a girl of medium height, which was at least four inches taller than Heero. She had a pretty face with wide light blue eyes. Her hair had been blonde but she died it bright orange and cropped it short and spiked it. She had two piercings on the lobe of her right ear, and three on the left with a cartilage piercing.
Interestingly enough she came from a relatively normal happy family but they didn't mind what their precious oldest daughter did as long as she stayed out of drugs, sex, things against the law, and got good grades. It took Hillary three months before she finally got Heero to open up to her and they had become great friends. She had invited Heero and Trowa over to house on multiple occasions as her parents and younger brother, Ian, loved the two quiet college students. They didn't even care that the two were in a relationship with each other.
"How have things with Clown boy been going? Still haven't seen him awake in awhile?" Hillary asked. She was dressed in a black halter-top and baggy black cargo pants with black combat boots that came to the middle of her calves.
"No. I get up at four, go to work at the dinner by five thirty, go to my other job by eight, leave at five in the evening, come here by seven, go home by ten, study till twelve when I go to sleep and the cycle starts all over again." Heero explained sullenly. "Trowa wakes up at eight, goes to school by ten goes to work for the circus at three and comes home by twelve on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays; and goes to work at the bar at five and comes home at one in the morning on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. Than on Sunday we both catch up on sleep, clean house, or study."
"Brutal." Hillary said wrinkling her nose. "Are you sure you're not working yourself too hard Hee-kun?" Hillary asked. She had loved anime when she was younger and had started calling Heero that nickname because he was Japanese. "I know you are an all mighty Gundam pilot and all that but I think you need some good ol' fashion R and R."
"I'll be fine." Heero said, pulling out his notebook and textbook from his bag, as well as a small box of disks. He shook his head as a wave of dizziness crashed over him.
"You've been sick for a couple of weeks now Heero, I wouldn't call that fine." Hillary said with a raised pierced brow as she saw that Heero had paled considerably from the dizziness.
"Don't worry about it Hil." Her Japanese friend said in a bland manner as the teacher came into the room and the lesson started.

"See you tomorrow Hee-kun." Hillary said with a wave as the two exited the building their last classes had been in.
"Hai." Heero answered.
"Say hi to Tro-kun for me if you see him all right?" Hillary asked.
"I will." Heero answered back. He waved and began to walk home, never being able to afford the bus fare back to his and Trowa's modest one bedroom one bath apartment on the poorer side of town.
He stopped at a super market on his way home and cautiously entered. His eyes quickly scanned for possible threats and all of the exits and escape routes instantly as he headed towards a specific isle. He quickly found what he was looking for and grabbed seven different kinds before proceeding to the checkout.
The woman behind the register shot him an odd look but decided not to ask and rang up his purchase. He handed her the crisp bills he had saved up from the past two weeks of not eating lunch; and quickly walked out of the store and towards home. He entered the apartment and locked the door behind him and took off his shoes before placing them near the door. He than put his messenger bag down near his shoes and cautiously brought his package that he had bought into the bathroom.
It was a Tuesday and Trowa wasn't expected to be home until one so Heero felt no shame in what he was doing. It was better to be safe than sorry after all. Three hours later found Heero sitting at the small table in the middle of the kitchenette that he and Trowa dined on, staring blankly into space with the lights off. He vaguely heard Trowa's key in the lock and the sounds of Trowa putting his shoes by the door and yawning.
Trowa came into the kitchen and snapped the light on and blinked seeing his lover just sitting at the kitchen table staring out into space. A pang of guilt hit him as he realized that this was the first time he had seen Heero awake in nearly a month. The two had been so busy with school and work that when one was home the other was at work, school, or already sleeping.
"Heero?" Trowa asked, taking a seat across from the small Japanese teen.
"Trowa." Heero answered back in a disconnected voice.
"Are you okay?" Trowa asked.
"I don't know. Am I?" Heero asked instead, still gazing blankly into space. Trowa frowned feeling worried.
"Baby? What's wrong? Did something happen at work, or school?" The tall clown asked instead, his eyes narrowed and focused intently on his small love as he fought off sleep.
Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Heero placed seven pen-looking objects in a line on the table in front of Trowa before putting his hands back in his lap. He was now looking at Trowa with an unreadable look on his face. Trowa blinked and looked up in confusion.
"What are these?" He asked. Heero wordlessly placed a small pink box on the table and slid it over to his boyfriend before dropping his hands again and looking down using his bangs to shield his eyes.
"Pregnancy tests?" Trowa asked looking up at Heero, with an even more confused stare. "Why do you have these?" Heero wordlessly pointed at the tests and Trowa studied them with closer scrutiny. All of them had bars, positive signs, or even the words pregnant going across their small screens. He gasped and looked up at Heero, not wanting to voice what Heero was suggesting.
"I'm pregnant Trowa." Heero answered the unspoken question and his words echoed around in Trowa's head.
"I'm pregnant Trowa..."

There it is, this idea just popped in my head and I had to write it down. Tell me if you want me to continue with this. As for my other stories... Trowa's Angel and Kieru are currently on hold. I have the next chapter for Meeting You written out I just have to type it on my computer and post it. I have the next chapter for Harry Potter and the Angels of War planed out partway, and the next chapter for All or Nothing should come out fairly soon. Don't expect fast updates though people. School starts next week and I have to finish my summer homework before it does. Please Review! Flames are Welcome!