Accidental Marriage - Part 3
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. I do however own the new original characters. But, then again, you probably read about them from the last fic. So, they're not really new.
Angie had problems. She was married to Quatre Winner, and she was ill with something. Angie prayed that it was the flu. Not cancer. Actually, being married to Quatre Winner wasn't a problem in the eyes of most people. But, Angie didn't want to be married to him. She was waiting for two things: test results from her blood test and annulment papers from Quatre's lawyer. Angie was feeling very uncomfortable around Sidney. Sidney had known Quatre since he was a Gundam pilot. Quatre knew her when she was still Relena Peacecraft. Sidney was also almost psychic. Angie was afraid that Sidney would find out something was wrong. From either her or Quatre. Sandy came back to the room with a file. It didn't take long for the lab to test the blood.
"Read it off Sandy," ordered Angie in a soft voice. Sandy waited until Angie got a pad out to take notes like she always did, but Angie didn't. Sandy decided to read the test results anyway.
"According to the blood test. Everything is fine. Iron and white blood cell count is normal. So, this person doesn't have cancer," read Sandy. Angie tried not to look up with a smile on her face.
"Also, there's something else. Apparently, the patient is female. Her hormonal levels aren't normal for a normal woman anyway. But, perfectly normal for someone who is expecting," finished Sandy.
"Expecting?" whispered Angie.
"Yes. The patient is pregnant. Of course, there's no way of tell without seeing the patient how far along she is. Dr. Hart?" asked Sandy when she noticed that Angie wasn't listening anymore. Sandy thought that it was strange. Angie looked a little sick and stunned at the same time.
"Is that all, Dr. Hart?" asked Sandy gently. She was really starting to feel uncomfortable.
"That's all," said Angie softly. She sat on her chair. Sandy looked at her and exited the room. Angie let out a groan. She thought that she was going to scream. 'A baby? What am I going to do?' thought Angie. She decided to take the rest of the day off. Suddenly, Angie felt very tired. Before she got home, she went to a drug store near her condo in Norfolk, VA. She bought a home pregnancy test and several items along with it. She bit her bottom lip at the cashier. Who didn't seem to notice or care.
* * *
There it was as bright as day. A positive pregnancy test. Angie bought it to confirm what the blood test said. She knew full well that the blood test was the most accurate thing, but she was in a state of denial. Angie groaned. Her body was achy again. She still had problems holding down food, but decided to have some thing to eat. For the baby.
As Angie searched her well stock refrigerator, she suddenly remembered something. 'Quatre is the father. He's the only one who could be. Robert and I never did anything. What's he going to say?' thought Angie frantically. She bit her bottom lip again. It was a nervous habit. She took out some bread and made a ham sandwich. She took out some soda to drink, but decide that caffeine wouldn't be good for the baby. Angie had a glass of orange juice instead. Angie ate her sandwich quietly, and gulped down her orange juice. She began to realize that she was hungrier than she thought. By the end of her meal, she had had three sandwiches, some pasta, and five glasses of orange juice. As she was cleaning up, the videophone rang. She answered it.
"Hello," said Quatre on the other line.
"Hi. How are you?" asked Angie. She was being polite. Quatre looked at her. Angie could feel his eyes boring into her. Could he tell if she was pregnant? No. She was only about three weeks along by all accounts.
"Fine. My lawyer, Mr. Hughes, has the papers drafted. I've already signed them. I'll be forwarding them to you. Sign them, and we'll be home free," said Quatre with a calm smile. He looked at her. She looked sort of green. "What's wrong? Are you alright?" he asked with concern.
"No. I mean yes," stammered Angie.
"Is it something I can help you with?" offered Quatre.
"No. You've helped enough," answered Angie as she quickly closed the connection. Quatre stared at the blank screen in front of him. He shook his head. 'That was strange. What did she mean by that last part she said?' thought Quatre as he looked out his window from his office on L4.
"What am I going to do with you?" asked Angie out loud looking at her still flat stomach. "What am I saying? You don't even have ears yet!" exclaimed Angie to the baby. Of course, she was going to keep her from talking to the baby. It didn't do anything. But, Angie always thought that she would be happily married before she had a baby. 'Well, I am married. Not for long though,' thought Angie.
Angie thought that she had to at least tell Quatre. But, that would change the plans that were already set into motion. Quatre had every right to know thought Angie. He was going to be a father. Quatre would stop the process, and then other things would happen. Would he demand custody of the baby? No, Quatre wasn't the type to that sort of thing. Angie could keep it quiet until after the process was over. But, then Quatre would find out anyway. This was a big mess. Angie didn't blame the baby of course, but "You're a big surprise. If I am lucky, your father will only pass out when he finds out," said Angie out loud. Angie could feel the five glasses of orange juice catching up with her. She made a run for the bathroom, and afterwards went to take a nap.
* * *
Angie took the next few days off from the hospital. She used her sick days. Angie wasn't feeling very well. The papers that Quatre had drafted by his lawyer had arrived. Angie looked them over, and decided to go to her own lawyer. But, that was quickly scratched out. Angie decided to wait a little longer until she had worked up enough courage to tell Quatre. 'Would he be angry? Upset? Oh God. How did it get to be such a mess?' wondered Angie. She was in her living room watching an old movie.
Meanwhile, Quatre was back at the Preventers office in London. Rashid said that he and the rest of the Maganac crops were trying to get a new systems of computers on-line, but were having some trouble. Quatre said that he would do the system work himself, or get Chris to do it. He decided to not get Chris to do it. Chris was like a brother to Angie, and Quatre didn't want to face him. Quatre began to actually worry about Angela. She hadn't called since he told her that the annulment papers were sent to her. Quatre thought that she looked ill. He was certain that the papers had arrived to her in Norfolk. But, she still hadn't sighed them. She didn't call him. Quatre decided to add to his itinerary to drop by Angie's place. He had a strange feeling that something was going on with her.
* * *
Angie was staring at the annulment papers that had arrived just a few days ago. She was having some decaffeinated tea with some honey. Angie carefully read the papers. It was very clear that the marriage would cease to exist, and that there would be no permanent ties to Quatre at all. 'Except the baby,' thought Angie. She had spent her time talking to the baby. She knew that the baby didn't understand a word she was saying, but it brought her some much-needed comfort. It was bad enough that she had to tell Quatre, but she had to tell her friends and family. What would her parents think? Yes, she was a grown woman, but there were times when Jacob and Coral Hart still treated their only child like a child. What would Sidney and Chris think? Chris would probably congratulate them. Sidney would also think it was a good idea.
"What am I going to do with you, Baby? I have to tell your father soon. Or I could wait, and let you do it," said Angie softly with a laugh. How was Quatre going to react to the news?
Would he be angry?
She knew that Quatre had some problems. There were women out there to get his money. Angie had done what many women had tried and failed at. She had caught Quatre Winner. Without even trying. She also knew that he needed an heir. He was the youngest of twenty-nine sisters. The only boy in his family. Angie didn't know if the baby was a girl or boy. It didn't matter either way because she knew him well enough to know that he would love and care for the child anyway. Angie didn't really need his money. She couldn't care less. There were more things to life than money. Angie was the solo heir to her father's small, but multimillion-dollar company. The child would want for nothing. 'Except for a father, if I cut Quatre out. But, I can't do that. I won't do that. I'll tell him soon. It wouldn't be fair not to tell him,' thought Angie with resolve.
Quatre arrived at Washington D.C. late into the evening. He decided to check into a hotel until the morning. He did the same thing that Heero did whenever he was looking for Sidney. Quatre checked the work schedule. Unlike, Sidney, Angie worked regular hours. He found out that she was out on medical leave. 'Medical leave? She really sick or just wanted some time off?' thought Quatre before he went to sleep. He didn't know why he was worried. He just was.
* * *
Quatre arrived outside the gates of Angie's gated community. He had borrowed Sidney's car. Sidney didn't ask any strange questions, and Heero dropped her off at work. Quatre called on the intercom at the gate.
"Hello, who is it?" asked Angie.
"It's me, Angela," answered Quatre. He waited for an answer back from her.
"Sure. Come in," said Angie. She sounded beside herself. Quatre waited and the gate opened. He drove all the way to her driveway, and parked Sidney's car outside on the curb. Quatre walked up to the door, and Angie opened it before he could knock. She invited Quatre inside. Her home was nice and cozy. Very homey. This was his wife's home. His wife. He looked at her. Her skin looked a little pale.
"Do you want something to drink?" asked Angie.
"Sure. No alcohol," said Quatre. Angie smirked at his last comment. Quatre took a seat on the large overstuff sofa. 'This was very comfy. Heero and Sidney's apartment was nice, but it has toys everywhere for Alex. Chris and Isabel's apartment looks too modern. I like this place. It's warm and friendly. Just like Angie,' thought Quatre. Angie had come back with a glass of orange juice. He looked up at her with a smile. She was biting her lip nervously.
"What are you doing here?" asked Angie as she folded her arms protectively around her middle. Quatre shifted a little bit to face her. She was standing and looked very defensive.
"I am here for the annulment papers. And…to see if you were alright," said Quatre with concern. He noticed that Angie was avoiding his gaze again. Why did she keep doing that?
Angie stood up and walked over to her home office, and brought the papers back to the living room. She took out a pen to sign them.
"You didn't answer me. How are you? And, one more thing. Why haven't you signed the papers yet? When did they arrive?" questioned Quatre as he stood up to make her look at him. She refused.
"I am just fine. No, I haven't sign the papers yet. They arrived a few days ago," replied Angie with a sigh. She didn't look at his face.
"I checked. The hospital said that you were on sick leave," said Quatre.
"Why do you people always do that? Is it a Preventer thing or a former Gundam pilot thing?" asked Angie as she looked down at her hands.
"I just like to know what's going on. I'm…worried about you," answered Quatre with uncertainty.
"Let me reassure you right now that I am fine. Splendid. Super. Fantastic. Great. I have never felt better in all of my life," said Angie coolly. She was starting to lose it.
"Um…" started Quatre.
"Congratulations, Mr. Winner. You're going to be a father. I'm pregnant," announced Angie with no expression on her face.
Author's Note: Hee. Hee. The evil cliffhanger. What is Quatre going to do?
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. I do however own the new original characters. But, then again, you probably read about them from the last fic. So, they're not really new.
Angie had problems. She was married to Quatre Winner, and she was ill with something. Angie prayed that it was the flu. Not cancer. Actually, being married to Quatre Winner wasn't a problem in the eyes of most people. But, Angie didn't want to be married to him. She was waiting for two things: test results from her blood test and annulment papers from Quatre's lawyer. Angie was feeling very uncomfortable around Sidney. Sidney had known Quatre since he was a Gundam pilot. Quatre knew her when she was still Relena Peacecraft. Sidney was also almost psychic. Angie was afraid that Sidney would find out something was wrong. From either her or Quatre. Sandy came back to the room with a file. It didn't take long for the lab to test the blood.
"Read it off Sandy," ordered Angie in a soft voice. Sandy waited until Angie got a pad out to take notes like she always did, but Angie didn't. Sandy decided to read the test results anyway.
"According to the blood test. Everything is fine. Iron and white blood cell count is normal. So, this person doesn't have cancer," read Sandy. Angie tried not to look up with a smile on her face.
"Also, there's something else. Apparently, the patient is female. Her hormonal levels aren't normal for a normal woman anyway. But, perfectly normal for someone who is expecting," finished Sandy.
"Expecting?" whispered Angie.
"Yes. The patient is pregnant. Of course, there's no way of tell without seeing the patient how far along she is. Dr. Hart?" asked Sandy when she noticed that Angie wasn't listening anymore. Sandy thought that it was strange. Angie looked a little sick and stunned at the same time.
"Is that all, Dr. Hart?" asked Sandy gently. She was really starting to feel uncomfortable.
"That's all," said Angie softly. She sat on her chair. Sandy looked at her and exited the room. Angie let out a groan. She thought that she was going to scream. 'A baby? What am I going to do?' thought Angie. She decided to take the rest of the day off. Suddenly, Angie felt very tired. Before she got home, she went to a drug store near her condo in Norfolk, VA. She bought a home pregnancy test and several items along with it. She bit her bottom lip at the cashier. Who didn't seem to notice or care.
* * *
There it was as bright as day. A positive pregnancy test. Angie bought it to confirm what the blood test said. She knew full well that the blood test was the most accurate thing, but she was in a state of denial. Angie groaned. Her body was achy again. She still had problems holding down food, but decided to have some thing to eat. For the baby.
As Angie searched her well stock refrigerator, she suddenly remembered something. 'Quatre is the father. He's the only one who could be. Robert and I never did anything. What's he going to say?' thought Angie frantically. She bit her bottom lip again. It was a nervous habit. She took out some bread and made a ham sandwich. She took out some soda to drink, but decide that caffeine wouldn't be good for the baby. Angie had a glass of orange juice instead. Angie ate her sandwich quietly, and gulped down her orange juice. She began to realize that she was hungrier than she thought. By the end of her meal, she had had three sandwiches, some pasta, and five glasses of orange juice. As she was cleaning up, the videophone rang. She answered it.
"Hello," said Quatre on the other line.
"Hi. How are you?" asked Angie. She was being polite. Quatre looked at her. Angie could feel his eyes boring into her. Could he tell if she was pregnant? No. She was only about three weeks along by all accounts.
"Fine. My lawyer, Mr. Hughes, has the papers drafted. I've already signed them. I'll be forwarding them to you. Sign them, and we'll be home free," said Quatre with a calm smile. He looked at her. She looked sort of green. "What's wrong? Are you alright?" he asked with concern.
"No. I mean yes," stammered Angie.
"Is it something I can help you with?" offered Quatre.
"No. You've helped enough," answered Angie as she quickly closed the connection. Quatre stared at the blank screen in front of him. He shook his head. 'That was strange. What did she mean by that last part she said?' thought Quatre as he looked out his window from his office on L4.
"What am I going to do with you?" asked Angie out loud looking at her still flat stomach. "What am I saying? You don't even have ears yet!" exclaimed Angie to the baby. Of course, she was going to keep her from talking to the baby. It didn't do anything. But, Angie always thought that she would be happily married before she had a baby. 'Well, I am married. Not for long though,' thought Angie.
Angie thought that she had to at least tell Quatre. But, that would change the plans that were already set into motion. Quatre had every right to know thought Angie. He was going to be a father. Quatre would stop the process, and then other things would happen. Would he demand custody of the baby? No, Quatre wasn't the type to that sort of thing. Angie could keep it quiet until after the process was over. But, then Quatre would find out anyway. This was a big mess. Angie didn't blame the baby of course, but "You're a big surprise. If I am lucky, your father will only pass out when he finds out," said Angie out loud. Angie could feel the five glasses of orange juice catching up with her. She made a run for the bathroom, and afterwards went to take a nap.
* * *
Angie took the next few days off from the hospital. She used her sick days. Angie wasn't feeling very well. The papers that Quatre had drafted by his lawyer had arrived. Angie looked them over, and decided to go to her own lawyer. But, that was quickly scratched out. Angie decided to wait a little longer until she had worked up enough courage to tell Quatre. 'Would he be angry? Upset? Oh God. How did it get to be such a mess?' wondered Angie. She was in her living room watching an old movie.
Meanwhile, Quatre was back at the Preventers office in London. Rashid said that he and the rest of the Maganac crops were trying to get a new systems of computers on-line, but were having some trouble. Quatre said that he would do the system work himself, or get Chris to do it. He decided to not get Chris to do it. Chris was like a brother to Angie, and Quatre didn't want to face him. Quatre began to actually worry about Angela. She hadn't called since he told her that the annulment papers were sent to her. Quatre thought that she looked ill. He was certain that the papers had arrived to her in Norfolk. But, she still hadn't sighed them. She didn't call him. Quatre decided to add to his itinerary to drop by Angie's place. He had a strange feeling that something was going on with her.
* * *
Angie was staring at the annulment papers that had arrived just a few days ago. She was having some decaffeinated tea with some honey. Angie carefully read the papers. It was very clear that the marriage would cease to exist, and that there would be no permanent ties to Quatre at all. 'Except the baby,' thought Angie. She had spent her time talking to the baby. She knew that the baby didn't understand a word she was saying, but it brought her some much-needed comfort. It was bad enough that she had to tell Quatre, but she had to tell her friends and family. What would her parents think? Yes, she was a grown woman, but there were times when Jacob and Coral Hart still treated their only child like a child. What would Sidney and Chris think? Chris would probably congratulate them. Sidney would also think it was a good idea.
"What am I going to do with you, Baby? I have to tell your father soon. Or I could wait, and let you do it," said Angie softly with a laugh. How was Quatre going to react to the news?
Would he be angry?
She knew that Quatre had some problems. There were women out there to get his money. Angie had done what many women had tried and failed at. She had caught Quatre Winner. Without even trying. She also knew that he needed an heir. He was the youngest of twenty-nine sisters. The only boy in his family. Angie didn't know if the baby was a girl or boy. It didn't matter either way because she knew him well enough to know that he would love and care for the child anyway. Angie didn't really need his money. She couldn't care less. There were more things to life than money. Angie was the solo heir to her father's small, but multimillion-dollar company. The child would want for nothing. 'Except for a father, if I cut Quatre out. But, I can't do that. I won't do that. I'll tell him soon. It wouldn't be fair not to tell him,' thought Angie with resolve.
Quatre arrived at Washington D.C. late into the evening. He decided to check into a hotel until the morning. He did the same thing that Heero did whenever he was looking for Sidney. Quatre checked the work schedule. Unlike, Sidney, Angie worked regular hours. He found out that she was out on medical leave. 'Medical leave? She really sick or just wanted some time off?' thought Quatre before he went to sleep. He didn't know why he was worried. He just was.
* * *
Quatre arrived outside the gates of Angie's gated community. He had borrowed Sidney's car. Sidney didn't ask any strange questions, and Heero dropped her off at work. Quatre called on the intercom at the gate.
"Hello, who is it?" asked Angie.
"It's me, Angela," answered Quatre. He waited for an answer back from her.
"Sure. Come in," said Angie. She sounded beside herself. Quatre waited and the gate opened. He drove all the way to her driveway, and parked Sidney's car outside on the curb. Quatre walked up to the door, and Angie opened it before he could knock. She invited Quatre inside. Her home was nice and cozy. Very homey. This was his wife's home. His wife. He looked at her. Her skin looked a little pale.
"Do you want something to drink?" asked Angie.
"Sure. No alcohol," said Quatre. Angie smirked at his last comment. Quatre took a seat on the large overstuff sofa. 'This was very comfy. Heero and Sidney's apartment was nice, but it has toys everywhere for Alex. Chris and Isabel's apartment looks too modern. I like this place. It's warm and friendly. Just like Angie,' thought Quatre. Angie had come back with a glass of orange juice. He looked up at her with a smile. She was biting her lip nervously.
"What are you doing here?" asked Angie as she folded her arms protectively around her middle. Quatre shifted a little bit to face her. She was standing and looked very defensive.
"I am here for the annulment papers. And…to see if you were alright," said Quatre with concern. He noticed that Angie was avoiding his gaze again. Why did she keep doing that?
Angie stood up and walked over to her home office, and brought the papers back to the living room. She took out a pen to sign them.
"You didn't answer me. How are you? And, one more thing. Why haven't you signed the papers yet? When did they arrive?" questioned Quatre as he stood up to make her look at him. She refused.
"I am just fine. No, I haven't sign the papers yet. They arrived a few days ago," replied Angie with a sigh. She didn't look at his face.
"I checked. The hospital said that you were on sick leave," said Quatre.
"Why do you people always do that? Is it a Preventer thing or a former Gundam pilot thing?" asked Angie as she looked down at her hands.
"I just like to know what's going on. I'm…worried about you," answered Quatre with uncertainty.
"Let me reassure you right now that I am fine. Splendid. Super. Fantastic. Great. I have never felt better in all of my life," said Angie coolly. She was starting to lose it.
"Um…" started Quatre.
"Congratulations, Mr. Winner. You're going to be a father. I'm pregnant," announced Angie with no expression on her face.
Author's Note: Hee. Hee. The evil cliffhanger. What is Quatre going to do?