A/N: I promised one more before I started my fiction work, so here we go. I will eventually do a "first baby was just born" for Andie and Trowa, but I don't want you guys to get sick of those, so I'm spacing them out, at least a little.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or make any profit from this, but I do own Andie, so please ask if you want to use her, ok?


"Can you believe your Mom was up on those?" Trowa asked his first daughter, Tanissa. The little one was only four at the time, and the idea of her Mother having been on those bars, that were so high up, was shocking.

"Can I go up there, Daddy?" Tanissa asked, blinking up at the acrobat bars.

"No." Trowa said, trying to effectively nip that idea in the bud. "No child of mine is going up there."

"Darn straight." Andie appeared from the tent door. "The first time I was supposed to do a show on those I hurt myself. You don't want to get hurt, do you?"

"I can do it, Mommy!" Tanissa scowled at her Mother. "I can be cool like you!"

Trowa gave his wife a look and handed Tanissa over to her. Andie glared at him, it was getting to the point where her daughter was getting too big for her short-stature to hold onto for very long.

"You're already cool like me, sweetheart." Andie tickled Tanissa's side. "You look just like me, and one day you'll grow up to be a great person like your Father."

"What did you do when you were younger, Mommy?" Tanissa asked, peering up at her Mother with a look that made Andie stop mid-tickle. "Daddy saved the world, but what did you do?"

At that moment Catherine walked in, blinking at the three of them.

"Go visit Auntie Catherine." Andie handed the four-year-old over to Catherine and motioned for her to back away.

Tanissa glanced at her Mother, before beginning to talk animatedly to her Aunt. Tanissa had definitely inherited her Father's well-adjusted genes. Catherine started away slowly, waiting for objection from either parent, but it was clear that was what they needed at the moment.

"We're not telling her about my original job." Andie took a deep breath. "She's way too young to know about me working for OZ. Way, way, way too young. What am I supposed to tell her? What if she thinks I'm a terrible person? What if-"

Trowa cut her off with a kiss. "Just let Catherine play with her for a few minutes, and when she comes back I bet she won't even remember what we were talking about."

"You're sure, how exactly?" Andie raised an eyebrow. "She's smart."

"She's incredibly intelligent, and she gets that from you." Trowa kissed her forehead. "But she is four, nonetheless. Trust me."

Ten minutes passed, and Catherine returned holding a giggling Tanissa.

"Mommy!" Tanissa waved her arms. "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!"

"Yes, honey?" Andie asked, fearing the worst question possible.

"Can we get a kitty when we go home?" Tanissa grinned. "I saw the lion and it was really cute, but Auntie said you can't have a lion as a pet, but you can have kitties, so can we have a kitty?"

"Maybe. Ask your Father." Andie shifted her weight; she still feared the worst.

"Daddy, can we have a kitty?" Tanissa turned her hazel eyes, just like her Mother's, on her Father.

"We'll talk about it when we get home. Pets are a big responsibility..." Trowa took his daughter from Catherine and went on about how pets had to be taken care of, but he flashed a smile at his wife.

Andie smiled back because, unlike other wives, she found it amusing that he was always right.


A/N: This one is a little longer. I felt like I was meandering through some of it, but I think it turned out ok. And I think I suck at writing little kids. What did you think?