A/N: Alright, I wasn't able to get this chapter up directly after I finished the last one, I did the author note and then I passed out. My bad sleep schedule does not agree with me. Enough of my excuses. Thank you to everyone who reviewed and we will be tying this up soon. Don't worry though; I've got plans for a new AU fic, involving Relena. That's all I'll say now, at least until this one is done. Let's get on with it before you guys fall asleep at my babbling though!
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of the characters. I make no profit from this. And I seriously need to work on this more often.
"You kids have something to tell me?" Dad stood, looking pretty twitchy when both Trowa and I greeted him at the front door.
Trowa and I looked at each other for a long moment. When we broke eye contact, I looked back to Dad.
"Trowa and I are dating each other." I said evenly and smiling at Dad. If I was going into this battle, I was going to start it with a smile and end it with kicking and screaming if that was what it took. I loved Trowa, and I wasn't about to give him up because the man who had cheated on my Mother said no.
Dad's hands curled into fists and began to shake. Slowly, he touched one hand to his chest on the left side, and then fell to his knees.
"Trowa." I tried to keep my voice even, but this wasn't a good situation. I wanted him to call emergency services so I could stay with Dad, but Trowa wasn't having that.
"No." Trowa flicked his eyes off to my left, and I followed orders and called 911. When the ambulance veered into the driveway, took Dad out on a stretcher and asked if either of us wanted to come with them, Trowa and I shook our heads. We needed to stay with Mom, and that was understandable to the paramedics, who were clearly the same ones who had taken Mom to the hospital.
"What's going on?" Mom called from her room. "Why was there an ambulance here?"
"I made you make the call, I'll tell her." Trowa kissed my forehead and headed for the master bedroom. I didn't hear any kind of reaction, and Trowa came back out, shrugging. "She took it pretty well, considering she was married to him."
"Was." I repeated. The finished divorce papers had been all over the coffee table for days, I hadn't noticed their disappearance until now.
Trowa and I collapsed on the couch, both of us crying a little, the shock denying us any real tears. We were all over each other, not in the sexual sense, but in a needy sense. It was the sense of being distressed and needing something with a beating heart close to you. We checked on Mom every fifteen minutes, but she didn't seem shocked, just a little bit down.
We managed, with some help from Aunt Rena, to finagle our way into getting update calls about Dad on our cell phones. Ex-wife isn't next of kin, but children are, so we got calls from Dad and the hospital, telling exactly what was going on with Dad.
Yes, he had a heart attack. No, it wasn't as bad as it could've been.
No, Dad did not want to talk about Trowa and I dating.
Mom was starting to show by the time Dad got out of the hospital, and he came straight to our house to talk to her.
Mom sent Trowa and I over to Relena's house while they talked, since she didn't want Dad having another heart attack. All three of us, Relena, Trowa and I were pressed against the window, trying to peer into Mom's bedroom window. We weren't having much luck, until we heard Dad's car peel out of the driveway. Things had obviously not gone well.
When Trowa and I slipped back into our house, and went straight to Mom, she seemed calm as ever. "He says he doesn't want to see you until your little 'fling' is over. Don't feel pressured to break up because of him though." She shrugged.
Days passed, and Dad didn't change his mind. It seemed our relationship with our Father was over.
The three of us clung to each other like barnacles to a boat. We were all we had left.
A/N: This is actually the last chapter. Sorry, I didn't warn you, I didn't know. There will be an epilogue, and I swear, I'm going to try and have that up this morning. I promise you a - at least mostly – happy ending. If it isn't at least mostly happy, you can track me down and slap me, ok? Anyway, what are you thinking about this? I know it was sad, but like I said, I try my best to keep my promises. I'm hoping to have the epilogue up in a few hours.