A/N: I didn't trust myself to update lately, especially since yesterday I had been up all night and would've missed a lot of mistakes, more than usual. Anyway, let's get going with this.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or make a profit from this.


Two hours later, Trowa had turned on the TV, but no one was watching it. It was long past dinnertime, but it had been a unanimous vote that we weren't hungry. At the moment, we were crammed into one of the larger chairs together, leaning on each other and holding hands.

The doorknob rattled and then the door opened. Aunt Rena stood there, looking exhausted, but smiling.

"Is Mom ok? And the baby?" I asked, because I knew Trowa wouldn't say anything, no matter how much he wanted to.

"She just had a scare." She shut the door behind her and smiled at the two of us huddled together. "Everything's fine."

Trowa and I both smiled slightly and gave a sigh of relief. Neither of us moved though, and Aunt Rena slumped into a chair across from us, throwing her legs over one of the arms.

"So, did you guys eat?" She glanced between us. We both gave her a similar "are you crazy?" look and she just laughed. "Alright, I'll make something. Could you get a forklift to get me to the kitchen?"

Trowa chuckled and I couldn't resist laughing a little too. We helped her up and she hugged us both.

"I'll love you kids no matter what." She mumbled as she kissed both of us on the cheek. "I don't care if you're dating each other, and if your parents hate it so much, you can come live with me."

That was reassuring, since we still hadn't been able to tell them for fear of something like that happening.

"You won't tell them?" Trowa looked at Aunt Rena with worried eyes.

"Not if you don't want me to." Aunt Rena released us to eye both of us. "You kids aren't doing anything you shouldn't be, right?"

"No, we don't have sex." I blushed at just the word, looking away in embarrassement. Even Trowa had a dusting of pink over his cheeks, and he wasn't one to blush easily.

"Then I see no need to tell them until you're ready." Aunt Rena let go of us and flitted into the kitchen. "How does pizza sound?"

It was late, and by the time we actually sat down it was almost 10 PM, but I found that I was slightly less nervous than I usually was. At the very worst, we had somewhere to go. We had someone besides Relena who knew about us, and supported us.

Better yet, she was family.


As we got ready for bed, me standing to the left of the mirror to wash my face, Trowa brushing his teeth at the right, Aunt Rena watched us.

"You two are a really sweet couple." Aunt Rena smiled at us. "If your parents can't appreciate that, I can take you here. It would be fun to have you two here." She slipped down the hall.

My cleanser-covered hand slipped off my forehead, flecking cleanser in my eye. Before I even complained about the pain, Trowa handed me a wet washcloth to wipe my eye.

"So much for 'adults just don't get it.'" I said, with a smile to my tone, and wiped my eye and then my face down.

"Yeah..." Trowa spit the toothpaste foam in the sink and then sighed. "But home is home, regardless if they want us there or not..."

"True..." I muttered as I stared into the mirror.

It was all too true.


A/N: It was more of a laid-back chapter, really, sorry. I'm doing my best. What did you think?