Accidental Marriage - Part 9
Disclaimer: I still don't own Gundam Wing. I never will. So sad.
Quatre was back in L4. He was ignoring some of his other responsibilities for his new family. Angie said that she felt bad that he wasn't getting any work done. She insisted that he do some thing. Quatre was with his sister, Dr. Iria Winner. They were having lunch in the main house.
"Quatre, I am tired of telling you to get married. But, you know that I am not going to stop," said Iria with frustration.
"I'm working on it. Get off my back, Iria," said Quatre. 'I've already done it,' thought Quatre. He and Angie had agreed to tell his family together. They were going to announce it the following week to them. Then, they were going to give a press release.
"Please Quatre. Don't take this too lightly," pleaded Iria. All of his sisters had chosen her to be their representative. Quatre was close to yelling it out loud to make Iria stop bothering him.
"I'll do it when I'm ready," reassured Quatre, "Now, leave me alone."
Iria let out a sigh and rubbed her temples. Quatre was using that same stubborn tone their father used. When he did that there was no more room for reasoning with him.
"We only want what's best for you, Quatre. We love you very much," said Iria tenderly. She let it go with that.
"I know that you do. That all of you do," said Quatre.
Iria left soon after that. Quatre went back to the corporate offices to get some work done. He got a call from his secretary, Mr. Philips, that there was someone to see him.
"Who?" asked Quatre from his office intercom.
"A Dr. Robert Charles, Mr. Winner," said Mr. Philips.
Quatre suddenly remembered Charles. He wondered what the man was doing at L4. At his office no less. "Send him in, Mr. Philips," ordered Quatre.
Dr. Robert Charles walked into Quatre's large office. Quatre stared at him from his chair. They were sizing each other up by looking at each other. Robert's gaze was bearing down on Quatre. Quatre didn't seem to care either way.
"Congratulations on your marriage, Mr. Winner," announced Robert with a glare.
Quatre didn't look the slightest disturbed by his comment.
"What do you want, Dr. Charles?" demanded Quatre avoiding Robert's statement all together.
"I found out that you got married to Angela Hart recently. I just wanted to come and give you my blessings in person. Besides, I've noticed that you haven't said anything to the public yet," said Robert with a smirk on his face.
"Yes. She's my wife. I know about you, Dr. Charles. I know that you're bothering my wife. I want you to stop," said Quatre in a protective voice.
"What are you going to do, Mr. Winner? I know something that the public at large doesn't know. Some thing I bet your family doesn't even know," said Robert suggestively.
"Are you threatening me, Dr. Charles?" asked Quatre in a calm voice.
"No. What I want you already have," stated Robert with a hint of anger in his voice.
"Sorry. No, I'm not. Angela wants nothing to do with you. I didn't know why, but I do now. You're either very crazy or just plain stupid to threaten a Gundam pilot," said Quatre in uncharacteristically cold tone.
"Well, it's best that I get going now. By the way, her lips are really soft aren't they?" said Robert with a sidelong glance as he left the office.
Quatre felt a lot of anger at his last comment. 'Don't let him get to you. He can't do anything to you. He's just bitter,' thought Quatre. With those thoughts he got back to work. However, there was some feeling that Quatre couldn't shake.
* * *
Angie and Sid had the day off they decided to go furniture shopping for Quatre and Angie's new house. Sid had to take Alex along. Angie didn't mind because she wanted to spend some time with a child. Sid had to keep Alex in his stroller to keep him from running amuck in the store.
"Mommy, what's that?" asked Alex as he pointed. He was always filled with questions.
"That's a lamp," answered Sidney.
"What do you think of this crib?" asked Angie.
"I think it looks good. I saw that room you talked about it. Yes, it's perfect for the nursery," agreed Sidney.
"Mommy, can I get out of this thing?" asked Alex.
"No, sweetie. Just be patient. We'll let you out soon," promised Sidney. Alex was back to pouting. His father would have let him out of the stroller. Of course, Heero could control Alex by looking at him.
"I picked out the bedroom furniture already," said Angie.
"Are you hungry yet?" asked Sidney.
"As a matter fact, I am. You must be reading my stomach," answered Angie.
"Mommy, can we have some of Auntie Angie's cookies later?" asked Alex from his stroller.
"Why don't you ask your Auntie Angie, Alex?" asked Sidney with a smile.
"Can we have some of your cookies, Auntie Angie? Please?" asked Alex with a hopeful look on his face.
"Sure, Love," answered Angie tenderly.
By the end of the day, most of the furniture was picked out. They went back to the new house in Maryland. Angie still had the lease to the condo in Norfolk, but it would be sold later. The price fetched for the condo should cover some of the furniture cost.
Alex was cramming two cookies into his mouth at a time. Sidney looked at him disapprovingly. He loved Angie's ginger snaps and chocolate chip cookies. His Prussian blue eyes were bright and happy. Angie was laughing.
"Don't do that, Alexander. You'll choke," said Sidney with a sigh. Alex looked up at her with his cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk. Angie started laughing even harder. "Don't laugh at this. You'll have this kind of problem soon enough, Angie."
"I'm looking forward to it," said Angie with a smile. Sidney had to clean up Alex after the snack and put him down for his nap. Alex was put on the new bed in the master bedroom for his nap.
"Thanks for moving my stuff over while we were seeing my parents," said Angie.
"No problem. With Duo's help it was quick. You should have seen him when we got here. He was whistling. Actually, I must say I do like this place very much. We should get more knickknacks for the house, so that it looks homier. When are you going to get the things for the baby's room?" asked Sidney.
"When Quatre gets back from L4. After we tell his sisters about us being married and the baby. But, not before we make the press release that were married," said Angie.
"You should announce the baby soon before you start to show," suggested Sidney thoughtfully.
"We will," reassured Angie. It was making her nervous. Quatre didn't seem the slightest bit concerned. She hoped that everything would be all right.
* * *
Quatre came back to Maryland late into the evening. He saw that the place already had furniture. 'It's starting to look like a home,' thought Quatre with a smile. He went upstairs to find Angie still wide-awake.
"Why are you still up?" asked Quatre without a greeting.
"Well, hello to you to," said Angie with a smile. She was reading a book.
"Hi! Why are you still up? You need your rest," said Quatre gently.
"Try telling him that," said Angie gesturing to the baby.
"Is he the one that's keeping you up?" asked Quatre.
"Yes. I think we have a genetically inclined night owl on our hands. He doesn't do much during the day, but during the night he moves around a lot," answered Angie.
"He's moving!" exclaimed Quatre. He walked over to her and placed his hand on the baby. Sure enough the baby was moving around a bit. He was kicking underneath Quatre's hand.
"See? I can't get any sleep," said Angie with a smile.
"I hope this isn't a tread that continues when he's born," commented Quatre.
Angie smiled and pulled herself up to give Quatre a kiss. It was long and deep. Quatre pulled back a little bit breathless. He smiled at her, and kissed her again. They continued on through the night.
* * *
The next morning Quatre was still resting comfortable with Angie's head tucked underneath his chin. He could feel the baby moving a little bit. Angie was now about three months along. The little guy was making his presence known early. Quatre pressed his palm against the baby. The baby didn't like it and kept kicking the spot where Quatre had put his palm. He kissed that spot tenderly. He had to get up. Quatre had to go back to London. There was business at the Preventers office. As much as he would like to linger with his family, he had no choice, but to get up.
Quatre sighed as he got up. He went in search of his bathrobe. The sunlight was tracing over Angie as she slept. Quatre covered her up with the blankets. He went to go take a shower. When he got out, Angie wasn't in the bed. He could hear noise coming from the kitchen. Quatre went downstairs. He greeted her with a kiss on the lips.
"Any coffee?" asked Quatre.
"No. You will not find a drop of caffeine in this house, " said Angie. She was wearing a bathrobe.
"Fine. How about some tea?" asked Quatre.
"Yes. We have tea," answered Angie.
They both sat down for breakfast. Quatre had to leave for the airport. Angie had to get ready to be at the hospital. Quatre would be spending a few days in London. Angie had to do some work. She was falling a little behind in her research.
* * *
Meanwhile, Dr. Robert Charles was at his office in New Saint Hospital plotting his next move. He was angry. Quatre Rabera Winner had messed with him. He put him in his place. Robert would have to find a way to make things uncomfortable for the newlyweds. He just thought up the perfect way. Robert went on his computer and found the numbers of some of the top newspapers on Earth and the Colonies. He thought of leaking the news to the tabloids, but decided that the legitimate papers had more of an effect than any tabloid would.
"Hello? New York Times…," said Robert on the videophone.
Author's Note: Relena is still called Sidney. Sorry, I know it sounds like nagging, but I want to make sure that people know. Hee. Hee. Robert's evil.
Disclaimer: I still don't own Gundam Wing. I never will. So sad.
Quatre was back in L4. He was ignoring some of his other responsibilities for his new family. Angie said that she felt bad that he wasn't getting any work done. She insisted that he do some thing. Quatre was with his sister, Dr. Iria Winner. They were having lunch in the main house.
"Quatre, I am tired of telling you to get married. But, you know that I am not going to stop," said Iria with frustration.
"I'm working on it. Get off my back, Iria," said Quatre. 'I've already done it,' thought Quatre. He and Angie had agreed to tell his family together. They were going to announce it the following week to them. Then, they were going to give a press release.
"Please Quatre. Don't take this too lightly," pleaded Iria. All of his sisters had chosen her to be their representative. Quatre was close to yelling it out loud to make Iria stop bothering him.
"I'll do it when I'm ready," reassured Quatre, "Now, leave me alone."
Iria let out a sigh and rubbed her temples. Quatre was using that same stubborn tone their father used. When he did that there was no more room for reasoning with him.
"We only want what's best for you, Quatre. We love you very much," said Iria tenderly. She let it go with that.
"I know that you do. That all of you do," said Quatre.
Iria left soon after that. Quatre went back to the corporate offices to get some work done. He got a call from his secretary, Mr. Philips, that there was someone to see him.
"Who?" asked Quatre from his office intercom.
"A Dr. Robert Charles, Mr. Winner," said Mr. Philips.
Quatre suddenly remembered Charles. He wondered what the man was doing at L4. At his office no less. "Send him in, Mr. Philips," ordered Quatre.
Dr. Robert Charles walked into Quatre's large office. Quatre stared at him from his chair. They were sizing each other up by looking at each other. Robert's gaze was bearing down on Quatre. Quatre didn't seem to care either way.
"Congratulations on your marriage, Mr. Winner," announced Robert with a glare.
Quatre didn't look the slightest disturbed by his comment.
"What do you want, Dr. Charles?" demanded Quatre avoiding Robert's statement all together.
"I found out that you got married to Angela Hart recently. I just wanted to come and give you my blessings in person. Besides, I've noticed that you haven't said anything to the public yet," said Robert with a smirk on his face.
"Yes. She's my wife. I know about you, Dr. Charles. I know that you're bothering my wife. I want you to stop," said Quatre in a protective voice.
"What are you going to do, Mr. Winner? I know something that the public at large doesn't know. Some thing I bet your family doesn't even know," said Robert suggestively.
"Are you threatening me, Dr. Charles?" asked Quatre in a calm voice.
"No. What I want you already have," stated Robert with a hint of anger in his voice.
"Sorry. No, I'm not. Angela wants nothing to do with you. I didn't know why, but I do now. You're either very crazy or just plain stupid to threaten a Gundam pilot," said Quatre in uncharacteristically cold tone.
"Well, it's best that I get going now. By the way, her lips are really soft aren't they?" said Robert with a sidelong glance as he left the office.
Quatre felt a lot of anger at his last comment. 'Don't let him get to you. He can't do anything to you. He's just bitter,' thought Quatre. With those thoughts he got back to work. However, there was some feeling that Quatre couldn't shake.
* * *
Angie and Sid had the day off they decided to go furniture shopping for Quatre and Angie's new house. Sid had to take Alex along. Angie didn't mind because she wanted to spend some time with a child. Sid had to keep Alex in his stroller to keep him from running amuck in the store.
"Mommy, what's that?" asked Alex as he pointed. He was always filled with questions.
"That's a lamp," answered Sidney.
"What do you think of this crib?" asked Angie.
"I think it looks good. I saw that room you talked about it. Yes, it's perfect for the nursery," agreed Sidney.
"Mommy, can I get out of this thing?" asked Alex.
"No, sweetie. Just be patient. We'll let you out soon," promised Sidney. Alex was back to pouting. His father would have let him out of the stroller. Of course, Heero could control Alex by looking at him.
"I picked out the bedroom furniture already," said Angie.
"Are you hungry yet?" asked Sidney.
"As a matter fact, I am. You must be reading my stomach," answered Angie.
"Mommy, can we have some of Auntie Angie's cookies later?" asked Alex from his stroller.
"Why don't you ask your Auntie Angie, Alex?" asked Sidney with a smile.
"Can we have some of your cookies, Auntie Angie? Please?" asked Alex with a hopeful look on his face.
"Sure, Love," answered Angie tenderly.
By the end of the day, most of the furniture was picked out. They went back to the new house in Maryland. Angie still had the lease to the condo in Norfolk, but it would be sold later. The price fetched for the condo should cover some of the furniture cost.
Alex was cramming two cookies into his mouth at a time. Sidney looked at him disapprovingly. He loved Angie's ginger snaps and chocolate chip cookies. His Prussian blue eyes were bright and happy. Angie was laughing.
"Don't do that, Alexander. You'll choke," said Sidney with a sigh. Alex looked up at her with his cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk. Angie started laughing even harder. "Don't laugh at this. You'll have this kind of problem soon enough, Angie."
"I'm looking forward to it," said Angie with a smile. Sidney had to clean up Alex after the snack and put him down for his nap. Alex was put on the new bed in the master bedroom for his nap.
"Thanks for moving my stuff over while we were seeing my parents," said Angie.
"No problem. With Duo's help it was quick. You should have seen him when we got here. He was whistling. Actually, I must say I do like this place very much. We should get more knickknacks for the house, so that it looks homier. When are you going to get the things for the baby's room?" asked Sidney.
"When Quatre gets back from L4. After we tell his sisters about us being married and the baby. But, not before we make the press release that were married," said Angie.
"You should announce the baby soon before you start to show," suggested Sidney thoughtfully.
"We will," reassured Angie. It was making her nervous. Quatre didn't seem the slightest bit concerned. She hoped that everything would be all right.
* * *
Quatre came back to Maryland late into the evening. He saw that the place already had furniture. 'It's starting to look like a home,' thought Quatre with a smile. He went upstairs to find Angie still wide-awake.
"Why are you still up?" asked Quatre without a greeting.
"Well, hello to you to," said Angie with a smile. She was reading a book.
"Hi! Why are you still up? You need your rest," said Quatre gently.
"Try telling him that," said Angie gesturing to the baby.
"Is he the one that's keeping you up?" asked Quatre.
"Yes. I think we have a genetically inclined night owl on our hands. He doesn't do much during the day, but during the night he moves around a lot," answered Angie.
"He's moving!" exclaimed Quatre. He walked over to her and placed his hand on the baby. Sure enough the baby was moving around a bit. He was kicking underneath Quatre's hand.
"See? I can't get any sleep," said Angie with a smile.
"I hope this isn't a tread that continues when he's born," commented Quatre.
Angie smiled and pulled herself up to give Quatre a kiss. It was long and deep. Quatre pulled back a little bit breathless. He smiled at her, and kissed her again. They continued on through the night.
* * *
The next morning Quatre was still resting comfortable with Angie's head tucked underneath his chin. He could feel the baby moving a little bit. Angie was now about three months along. The little guy was making his presence known early. Quatre pressed his palm against the baby. The baby didn't like it and kept kicking the spot where Quatre had put his palm. He kissed that spot tenderly. He had to get up. Quatre had to go back to London. There was business at the Preventers office. As much as he would like to linger with his family, he had no choice, but to get up.
Quatre sighed as he got up. He went in search of his bathrobe. The sunlight was tracing over Angie as she slept. Quatre covered her up with the blankets. He went to go take a shower. When he got out, Angie wasn't in the bed. He could hear noise coming from the kitchen. Quatre went downstairs. He greeted her with a kiss on the lips.
"Any coffee?" asked Quatre.
"No. You will not find a drop of caffeine in this house, " said Angie. She was wearing a bathrobe.
"Fine. How about some tea?" asked Quatre.
"Yes. We have tea," answered Angie.
They both sat down for breakfast. Quatre had to leave for the airport. Angie had to get ready to be at the hospital. Quatre would be spending a few days in London. Angie had to do some work. She was falling a little behind in her research.
* * *
Meanwhile, Dr. Robert Charles was at his office in New Saint Hospital plotting his next move. He was angry. Quatre Rabera Winner had messed with him. He put him in his place. Robert would have to find a way to make things uncomfortable for the newlyweds. He just thought up the perfect way. Robert went on his computer and found the numbers of some of the top newspapers on Earth and the Colonies. He thought of leaking the news to the tabloids, but decided that the legitimate papers had more of an effect than any tabloid would.
"Hello? New York Times…," said Robert on the videophone.
Author's Note: Relena is still called Sidney. Sorry, I know it sounds like nagging, but I want to make sure that people know. Hee. Hee. Robert's evil.