Accidental Marriage - Part 4
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. I do own the new characters. Do not steal them. Only I may steal them.
Angie looked at Quatre. He looked strange. He wasn't moving or anything. 'This is good. At least, he didn't pass out,' thought Angie. Quatre had a look on his face that could only be classified as stupefied. Angie snapped her fingers in front of his eyes. "Quatre, are you even breathing? Are you blinking?" said Angie gently.
"I DON'T BELIEVE THIS! ARE YOU SURE?!" exclaimed Quatre as his brain began to function again. His eyes had shock written all over them. He looked at her. She looked back. His mouth was agape.
"Yes. I am pregnant," repeated Angie, "A blood test confirmed it, even then I bought a home pregnancy kit. It was also positive." Quatre stood up from the sofa. His legs were shaky. He looked even paler than he normally was. Angie walked over to the annulment papers and signed them. She handed them back to Quatre. 'Is she insane? I don't think so,' thought Quatre as he torn the papers in half and half again. Angie looked at him stunned.
"Why did you just do that?" said Angie in disbelief.
"Do you really think we can go through with this? You are wrong if you do. The baby is more than enough evidence that we did something. We have a choice right now: get an official divorce or stay married. I'll tell you right now. No divorce. No way, no how," said Quatre firmly crossing his arms over his chest.
Angie sat down. She felt numb. There were tears collecting in her eyes. 'Damn, hormones,' thought Angie. Quatre saw her crying. He couldn't stand it, and he came down to her level. Quatre rubbed her shoulder. Angie wiped her tears away.
"Why not?" asked Angie.
"Because I don't want to. I don't want my child to be without a father. I would like to take care of my family," answered Quatre sincerely.
"I can take care of myself. And the baby. We'll be fine. I don't want your help. I don't need you or your money," said Angie firmly. Quatre looked at her. He knew that she could take care of herself.
"As much as I admire your determination…no sale. We're staying married. Get use to the idea," remarked Quatre firmly, "Why did you tell me? Not that I don't trust you. But, why? You could have waited until the annulment went through."
"Because…you had a right to know. I didn't say that you aren't going to be involved. I did think about not telling you. But, what good would it do? We know some of the same people. You'd find out sooner or later. I thought it was better then fighting you later. If you found out later, then you would have demanded a DNA test. Either way you would find out. I didn't think it would be fair for you not to know," said Angie as she got up to walk throw the pieces of the annulment papers in the trash can.
"Thank you for telling me," said Quatre sincerely. 'She's honest and honorable. She believes in what's fair,' thought Quatre.
"I still don't see why we should be married. I know that I can't fight you. You're a former Gundam pilot and a billionaire. I don't have the connections or the money to fight you. You hold all the cards in this game, Mr. Winner," commented Angie. She knew when she was licked.
'No. I don't. You're carrying the ace,' thought Quatre.
"Fine. Are you hungry? I am. Let's go get something to eat," suggested Quatre. She gave him a sharp look. Then, Angie sighed. She was hungry.
"Alright. But, you're taking me to a nice restaurant," answered Angie.
"Anything you say, Mrs. Winner," agreed Quatre with a smile.
* * *
They found a quiet out of the way restaurant where they wouldn't be bothered. Quatre looked at her from across the table. 'She looks like she's glowing,' admired Quatre. Angie shifted uncomfortable. She didn't like be stared at.
The restaurant was a Chinese food place. It wasn't too expensive. Quatre had offered to take her some place nicer, but Angie insisted. The food was good and filling. They ate their meal quietly.
"What are we going to do now?" asked Angie.
"What do you want to do?" asked Quatre.
"I don't know. That's why I asked you," answered Angie as she took a bite. She was really hungry. Quatre watched this, and was somewhat amazed. Angie was petite. 'How could someone that small pack away that much food? Oh, yeah. The baby,' thought Quatre.
"For now, we should keep it quiet. That is if you don't mind?" suggested Quatre.
"That's fine. I don't want people to know too soon. What news should we give first? The marriage or baby?" joked Angie with a sweet smile.
"Both. Do you really think I could tell my sisters that I am going to be a father without being married first? They would claw me alive to get married," said Quatre. Angie started laughing.
"Oh, no. I have to tell my parents," Angie said suddenly and she stopped laughing. She had a stricken look on her face.
"What's wrong? We're married. They should be at least happy with that," said Quatre. Quatre didn't like to see her upset. He looked down at her hands. He realized that they didn't even have wedding bands. Quatre put that on the top of his list of things to do.
"You don't know my parents. My father. He's always wanted to give me away when I got married. My mother will be disappointed that I could have made such a mess of things," Angie replied quietly. Quatre remembered what it was like to have his father alive. He didn't like disappointing him. That's why Quatre had disowned himself when he became a Gundam pilot.
"I think we should keep the baby quiet for a little while. At least for the first trimester," said Angie interrupting Quatre's thoughts.
"What? You want to delay saying anything for three months?" asked Quatre dumbfounded.
"No. The trimester will be up in about two months. Actually less than eight weeks by my calculations," corrected Angie calmly. It was now her turn to act calm.
"Fine. I guess that buy us enough time to plan things out. When is your first doctor's appointment?" asked Quatre.
"I don't know yet. I have to pick a doctor. I'll start tomorrow. For now, can we talk about something else?" asked Angie.
"Alright. Whatever you want," answered Quatre he was pretty easygoing. He didn't want to upset her in her condition.
The spent the rest of time talking about other things. Angie asked his business was going. Quatre said that everything was fine. Angie talked about her work at the hospital. Quatre noticed how much her eyes lit up whenever she talked about the advancements she had made. Angie asked how the other Gundam pilots were. Quatre gave a brief rundown about how they are. He asked about Chris and Sidney. Quatre knew Sidney well enough, but not as well as he used to. They both talked about Alexander Yuy, and how cute he was. Angie thought that he was rather precocious for a two-year-old. Quatre agreed, but they suddenly remembered who his parents were. At that point, they became silent because the conversation was going back to the baby. When they were done eating, they took a small walk. Angie felt like ice cream. So, they went to an ice cream parlor. Quatre watched as she had three-scoop sundae. He only had a one-scoop cone. They went back to Angie's place after that.
* * *
It wasn't too late when they got back to Angie's condo. They sat around for a while talking. They were on back on the topic of the baby.
"Where is the baby going to live?" asked Angie as she looked at Quatre.
"With us, of course," answered Quatre.
"That's not what I meant," said Angie.
"What did you mean?" asked Quatre.
"L4 or the East Coast of the United States?" asked Angie.
"Oh. It's too soon to tell. I was thinking that we could get a bigger house here. That way you'd still be near the hospital. I don't mind commuting. I do that a lot anyway. I already have places in London and Paris. There's more, but I'd have to check with someone to be sure," answered Quatre.
"My husband, the modest type who can't remember how many homes he owns," joked Angie affectionately.
"But, at least I promise to remember where my wife and child live," joked Quatre back.
"Promise?" teased Angie.
"Yes."
"Now, I can die a happy woman," Angie answered back with a giggle as she tipped her neck back in a dramatic pose. Quatre couldn't help, but smile. He had to admit that she was perfect. Despite the circumstances that brought them together, she was perfect. She was sweet, loving, considerate, funny….
Quatre could feel himself falling in love with his wife. 'That's a wonderful thing. But, does she love me back? Could she love me back? Or is she doing this all for the baby? She seems like the type that would. I don't think she cares that the baby is my heir, but she does care if the baby has a father,' mused Quatre.
"Hello. Earth to Quatre. Please respond," said Angie snapping him out of his thought. He looked at her with a smile.
"Do you have the list of doctors? I can help you pick one. I don't know much, but I'd like to help," offered Quatre.
"There's no time like the present. Here's the list," said Angie as she handed it to him.
There was over a dozen doctors listed. Some were in the hospital that Angie worked at, and others were in other hospitals. She even had the list of years of experience that each of the potential doctors had. Quatre thought of his sister as one of the choice. He immediately thought otherwise because Iria would know. Quatre had spent so much time avoiding marriage that he didn't want to make them happy by saying that he was married. Angie sat next to him on the sofa. A little to closely. He could feel the warmth of her body next to his. Quatre didn't say anything because he liked having her close to him.
"I was thinking that maybe we could pick a doctor who doesn't work at Saving Grace," suggested Angie.
"Sounds like a good idea. We want someone with experience, but not too much. Also, a hospital not too far from wherever we move to," said Quatre.
'He works fast. I guess he has to. Baby, you're father is really something,' thought Angie as she smile at him. He was busy reading the list some more, so he didn't notice.
"Well, what do you think? Which one? I'd like the baby to get a good start," said Angie.
"Hmm. How about this Dr. Paula Wong? She has a good amount of experience. That hospital is pretty centered on location, not like Saving Grace. No offense," suggested Quatre.
"I've never met Dr. Paula Wong. However, I've heard good things about her. And I'm not offended by your last comment," agreed Angie with a smile.
"I guess that's all. I have to go back to my hotel. Tomorrow I have to go see, Rashid," said Quatre.
"Oh. Who's Rashid?" asked Angie.
"He's one of my employees. He's more than that. I trust him like an advisor," answered Quatre.
"I'll see you later then," said Angie.
"Yes. Call me when you've made an appointment to see Dr. Wong," said Quatre.
Angie stood up to walk Quatre to the door. Before he left, she decided to give him a kiss on the cheek. Quatre smiled back at her, and gave her a kiss on the cheek as well.
"Bye."
"Bye. Good night. Drive back safely."
Author's Note: I would expect Quatre to take responsibility. That's just the kind of guy he is. Angela being very reasonable and rational. How do you think that will last?
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. I do own the new characters. Do not steal them. Only I may steal them.
Angie looked at Quatre. He looked strange. He wasn't moving or anything. 'This is good. At least, he didn't pass out,' thought Angie. Quatre had a look on his face that could only be classified as stupefied. Angie snapped her fingers in front of his eyes. "Quatre, are you even breathing? Are you blinking?" said Angie gently.
"I DON'T BELIEVE THIS! ARE YOU SURE?!" exclaimed Quatre as his brain began to function again. His eyes had shock written all over them. He looked at her. She looked back. His mouth was agape.
"Yes. I am pregnant," repeated Angie, "A blood test confirmed it, even then I bought a home pregnancy kit. It was also positive." Quatre stood up from the sofa. His legs were shaky. He looked even paler than he normally was. Angie walked over to the annulment papers and signed them. She handed them back to Quatre. 'Is she insane? I don't think so,' thought Quatre as he torn the papers in half and half again. Angie looked at him stunned.
"Why did you just do that?" said Angie in disbelief.
"Do you really think we can go through with this? You are wrong if you do. The baby is more than enough evidence that we did something. We have a choice right now: get an official divorce or stay married. I'll tell you right now. No divorce. No way, no how," said Quatre firmly crossing his arms over his chest.
Angie sat down. She felt numb. There were tears collecting in her eyes. 'Damn, hormones,' thought Angie. Quatre saw her crying. He couldn't stand it, and he came down to her level. Quatre rubbed her shoulder. Angie wiped her tears away.
"Why not?" asked Angie.
"Because I don't want to. I don't want my child to be without a father. I would like to take care of my family," answered Quatre sincerely.
"I can take care of myself. And the baby. We'll be fine. I don't want your help. I don't need you or your money," said Angie firmly. Quatre looked at her. He knew that she could take care of herself.
"As much as I admire your determination…no sale. We're staying married. Get use to the idea," remarked Quatre firmly, "Why did you tell me? Not that I don't trust you. But, why? You could have waited until the annulment went through."
"Because…you had a right to know. I didn't say that you aren't going to be involved. I did think about not telling you. But, what good would it do? We know some of the same people. You'd find out sooner or later. I thought it was better then fighting you later. If you found out later, then you would have demanded a DNA test. Either way you would find out. I didn't think it would be fair for you not to know," said Angie as she got up to walk throw the pieces of the annulment papers in the trash can.
"Thank you for telling me," said Quatre sincerely. 'She's honest and honorable. She believes in what's fair,' thought Quatre.
"I still don't see why we should be married. I know that I can't fight you. You're a former Gundam pilot and a billionaire. I don't have the connections or the money to fight you. You hold all the cards in this game, Mr. Winner," commented Angie. She knew when she was licked.
'No. I don't. You're carrying the ace,' thought Quatre.
"Fine. Are you hungry? I am. Let's go get something to eat," suggested Quatre. She gave him a sharp look. Then, Angie sighed. She was hungry.
"Alright. But, you're taking me to a nice restaurant," answered Angie.
"Anything you say, Mrs. Winner," agreed Quatre with a smile.
* * *
They found a quiet out of the way restaurant where they wouldn't be bothered. Quatre looked at her from across the table. 'She looks like she's glowing,' admired Quatre. Angie shifted uncomfortable. She didn't like be stared at.
The restaurant was a Chinese food place. It wasn't too expensive. Quatre had offered to take her some place nicer, but Angie insisted. The food was good and filling. They ate their meal quietly.
"What are we going to do now?" asked Angie.
"What do you want to do?" asked Quatre.
"I don't know. That's why I asked you," answered Angie as she took a bite. She was really hungry. Quatre watched this, and was somewhat amazed. Angie was petite. 'How could someone that small pack away that much food? Oh, yeah. The baby,' thought Quatre.
"For now, we should keep it quiet. That is if you don't mind?" suggested Quatre.
"That's fine. I don't want people to know too soon. What news should we give first? The marriage or baby?" joked Angie with a sweet smile.
"Both. Do you really think I could tell my sisters that I am going to be a father without being married first? They would claw me alive to get married," said Quatre. Angie started laughing.
"Oh, no. I have to tell my parents," Angie said suddenly and she stopped laughing. She had a stricken look on her face.
"What's wrong? We're married. They should be at least happy with that," said Quatre. Quatre didn't like to see her upset. He looked down at her hands. He realized that they didn't even have wedding bands. Quatre put that on the top of his list of things to do.
"You don't know my parents. My father. He's always wanted to give me away when I got married. My mother will be disappointed that I could have made such a mess of things," Angie replied quietly. Quatre remembered what it was like to have his father alive. He didn't like disappointing him. That's why Quatre had disowned himself when he became a Gundam pilot.
"I think we should keep the baby quiet for a little while. At least for the first trimester," said Angie interrupting Quatre's thoughts.
"What? You want to delay saying anything for three months?" asked Quatre dumbfounded.
"No. The trimester will be up in about two months. Actually less than eight weeks by my calculations," corrected Angie calmly. It was now her turn to act calm.
"Fine. I guess that buy us enough time to plan things out. When is your first doctor's appointment?" asked Quatre.
"I don't know yet. I have to pick a doctor. I'll start tomorrow. For now, can we talk about something else?" asked Angie.
"Alright. Whatever you want," answered Quatre he was pretty easygoing. He didn't want to upset her in her condition.
The spent the rest of time talking about other things. Angie asked his business was going. Quatre said that everything was fine. Angie talked about her work at the hospital. Quatre noticed how much her eyes lit up whenever she talked about the advancements she had made. Angie asked how the other Gundam pilots were. Quatre gave a brief rundown about how they are. He asked about Chris and Sidney. Quatre knew Sidney well enough, but not as well as he used to. They both talked about Alexander Yuy, and how cute he was. Angie thought that he was rather precocious for a two-year-old. Quatre agreed, but they suddenly remembered who his parents were. At that point, they became silent because the conversation was going back to the baby. When they were done eating, they took a small walk. Angie felt like ice cream. So, they went to an ice cream parlor. Quatre watched as she had three-scoop sundae. He only had a one-scoop cone. They went back to Angie's place after that.
* * *
It wasn't too late when they got back to Angie's condo. They sat around for a while talking. They were on back on the topic of the baby.
"Where is the baby going to live?" asked Angie as she looked at Quatre.
"With us, of course," answered Quatre.
"That's not what I meant," said Angie.
"What did you mean?" asked Quatre.
"L4 or the East Coast of the United States?" asked Angie.
"Oh. It's too soon to tell. I was thinking that we could get a bigger house here. That way you'd still be near the hospital. I don't mind commuting. I do that a lot anyway. I already have places in London and Paris. There's more, but I'd have to check with someone to be sure," answered Quatre.
"My husband, the modest type who can't remember how many homes he owns," joked Angie affectionately.
"But, at least I promise to remember where my wife and child live," joked Quatre back.
"Promise?" teased Angie.
"Yes."
"Now, I can die a happy woman," Angie answered back with a giggle as she tipped her neck back in a dramatic pose. Quatre couldn't help, but smile. He had to admit that she was perfect. Despite the circumstances that brought them together, she was perfect. She was sweet, loving, considerate, funny….
Quatre could feel himself falling in love with his wife. 'That's a wonderful thing. But, does she love me back? Could she love me back? Or is she doing this all for the baby? She seems like the type that would. I don't think she cares that the baby is my heir, but she does care if the baby has a father,' mused Quatre.
"Hello. Earth to Quatre. Please respond," said Angie snapping him out of his thought. He looked at her with a smile.
"Do you have the list of doctors? I can help you pick one. I don't know much, but I'd like to help," offered Quatre.
"There's no time like the present. Here's the list," said Angie as she handed it to him.
There was over a dozen doctors listed. Some were in the hospital that Angie worked at, and others were in other hospitals. She even had the list of years of experience that each of the potential doctors had. Quatre thought of his sister as one of the choice. He immediately thought otherwise because Iria would know. Quatre had spent so much time avoiding marriage that he didn't want to make them happy by saying that he was married. Angie sat next to him on the sofa. A little to closely. He could feel the warmth of her body next to his. Quatre didn't say anything because he liked having her close to him.
"I was thinking that maybe we could pick a doctor who doesn't work at Saving Grace," suggested Angie.
"Sounds like a good idea. We want someone with experience, but not too much. Also, a hospital not too far from wherever we move to," said Quatre.
'He works fast. I guess he has to. Baby, you're father is really something,' thought Angie as she smile at him. He was busy reading the list some more, so he didn't notice.
"Well, what do you think? Which one? I'd like the baby to get a good start," said Angie.
"Hmm. How about this Dr. Paula Wong? She has a good amount of experience. That hospital is pretty centered on location, not like Saving Grace. No offense," suggested Quatre.
"I've never met Dr. Paula Wong. However, I've heard good things about her. And I'm not offended by your last comment," agreed Angie with a smile.
"I guess that's all. I have to go back to my hotel. Tomorrow I have to go see, Rashid," said Quatre.
"Oh. Who's Rashid?" asked Angie.
"He's one of my employees. He's more than that. I trust him like an advisor," answered Quatre.
"I'll see you later then," said Angie.
"Yes. Call me when you've made an appointment to see Dr. Wong," said Quatre.
Angie stood up to walk Quatre to the door. Before he left, she decided to give him a kiss on the cheek. Quatre smiled back at her, and gave her a kiss on the cheek as well.
"Bye."
"Bye. Good night. Drive back safely."
Author's Note: I would expect Quatre to take responsibility. That's just the kind of guy he is. Angela being very reasonable and rational. How do you think that will last?