Destiny: To Love a Woman
By Moony
Chapter 3
Sally smiled at Wufei as he typed away at his keyboard. He glanced over at her.
"What is it Onna?" he asked annoyed. Sally shook her head.
"Nothing," she turned back to her screen and worked on. A baby screamed and Wufei slammed his fist down on his desk.
"Does that man ever not bring that child to work with him?" he raged.
"I think it's sweet, Wufei. Zechs is in love with little Mien," Sally smiled. "And I'm sure if you had a daughter she would have you wrapped around her finger." Wufei snorted.
"No woman will ever have control of me," Wufei declared proudly. Sally just shook her head. It would only be a matter of time until she finally snatched him and got him to marry her.
* * * *
Duo tossed the ball at his son. It hit the baby in the head. Duo was a little startled. He had thrown it harder than usual. D (short for Duo) looked up at his father and started laughing. Hilde just shook her head.
"His names fits him," she commented. "He just as hard headed as you." Duo looked over at Hilde and grinned.
"Hey do you think he would be good with Yuy's little girl?" Duo asked.
"Duo he's only a year old," Hilde cried.
"So? You're always telling me we have to consider the baby's future."
"I wasn't talking that far ahead, Duo." Duo shrugged and bent down where son was.
"You're going to marry the little princess and piss Yuy off good aren't ya, D?" he smiled and poked D's little stomach. The baby giggled. "That's my boy."
* * * *
Dorothy had been shocked at Quatre's out burst, but some how had accepted. But of course she knew that this was just her teaching him how to date women. That was all. Nothing was going to come out profitable, on her part anyway. Tonight was their first date and Dorothy was doing her best not to over do it on dressing up. She had to keep reminding herself that it wasn't a real date and Quatre wasn't really interested in her. Her vid-phone buzzed on the table. Dorothy made her way over to it as she stuck an earring in her left ear. She stuck it in and pushed the monitor up. Trowa appeared on the screen. Dorothy sucked in her breath. Had he returned and called to tell Dorothy to back off?
"Trowa?" she asked.
"Have you been with Quatre lately?" he questioned her.
"Yes," Dorothy said. "Why?"
"I need you to tell him something for me," Trowa explained.
"Of course," Dorothy replied.
"Tell him I would like him to visit me. I have important, upsetting news for him," Trowa explained.
"May I ask what?" Dorothy asked.
"I'm getting married," Trowa explained. Dorothy's eyes shot open.
"To who?" she questioned horrified.
"Her name is Midii," Trowa said.
"Her?" Dorothy was confused. "Do you have any idea what this is going to do to Quatre, Trowa? He's going to be broken hearted."
"If he feels the way he said he does than he'll understand that I'm in love with someone else," Trowa said plainly. "I'm acting on my emotions and it's finally giving me peace, Dorothy. Do you understand?"
"No," Dorothy said flatly. "I don't understand peace or why your peace must be met at Quatre's expense."
"You sound like you have feelings for him, Dorothy," Trowa said with a lifeless tone. Dorothy turned scarlet from anger.
"I am merely protecting a friend who I care greatly for! I thought you were the one who had feelings for him!" Dorothy yelled. The doorbell rang. Dorothy glanced over in the door's direction, her mind racing wildly. She turned back to the vid-phone "I have to go. Quatre's here. And don't worry I'll tell him you want to him to come down there and I'll keep your secret. Bye." She shut the phone and walked over to the door. She regained her composure before opening it.
* * * *
"Did you tell, Dorothy?" Midii asked. Trowa was still staring at the vid-phone monitor and just glanced at her, then back at the screen
"Yes, she seemed angry about it for some reason. Angry that I would hurt Quatre. I told you about her stabbing him during the Colony wars," Trowa explained. "I've never seen her care about another's feeling like that."
"Do you think she's in love with him?" Midii asked and touched Trowa's shoulder. He sighed.
"She may, but I'm not sure about Quatre sharing her feelings. She may be setting herself up for a lot of pain."
"I think she knows that, Trowa. Other wise she would have told you how she felt," Midii explained. "She just wants to protect the man she's in love with, even if she can't have him. I understand what she's going through. Maybe someday we will meet."
"Maybe sooner than you think. I'm hoping she comes with Quatre. It will give him someone to lean on when I, we break the news."
"I know how hard this must be for you Trowa," Midii sighed and sat down in his lap. Trowa put his arms around her stomach to keep her on his lap. Midii rested her head on Trowa's shoulder. "I wonder if my coming back into your life was a good idea. It's ruining so many things for you." Trowa leaned up, forcing Midii to lift her head. She looked up at him.
"Don't ever think that," he said strongly. "You've the most important thing in my life and if Quatre really cares about me he will understand." Trowa rested is features and Midii returned her head on his shoulder.
"I hope you're right," she mumbled and started kissing his neck lightly. Trowa pulled Midii's face to his and kissed her. Midii repositioned herself on the chair, facing Trowa, her legs on both sides of his. As their kissing became more intense, their cloths began to relocate themselves on the floor. Trowa regretted nothing.
* * * *
Quatre was not uncomfortable going out to dinner with Dorothy. He enjoyed discussing things with her. It was when people began to dance that Dorothy became nervous and Quatre did not fail to notice it. He asked her to dance and when she gave him her hand it was shaking. Quatre wondered what could cause Dorothy to be so upset with dancing with him. When he put his hand on Dorothy's stomach he felt it suck in at his touch.
"Are you nervous about something, Dorothy?" Quatre whispered in her ear.
"No," Dorothy's tone was husky. She cleared her throat. "No, why would I be?" she repeated.
"You just seem, I don't know. Never mind," Dorothy silently prayed a thank you for Quatre's dropping of the subject. Dorothy did her best not to get too carried away with the dancing, but failed miserably. She found herself resting in Quatre's capable arms. Dorothy rested her head on Quatre's shoulder. Over the years he had grown to be about a head tall than she. Dorothy didn't realize she was breathing on to Quatre's ear until his whole body stiffened and her moved his shoulder up a little. She looked at him. He seemed antsy about something.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. Quatre shook his head and smiled.
"There is nothing to be sorry about," he assured her, but Dorothy was no fool. She had turned him on and he wasn't used to it and a mere glance down ward would have proved her theory correct. "Let's, uh, go sit down now, okay?" Quatre offered. Dorothy nodded. That was enough dancing for now. It was too emotional. They sat. It was time for Dorothy to tell Quatre about the phone call.
"Quatre, someone called for me right before you picked me up and…"
"Don't say anymore. It's the guy you're in love with right and he doesn't like what we're doing. I was about to say that this was a bad idea if you were having feelings for someone and…"
"No, Quatre. It was someone calling for or rather about you," Dorothy explained.
"Who?" Quatre asked.
"Trowa," Dorothy said heavily.
"Trowa?" Quatre questioned. "What did he want?"
"He wants you to come see him. He has news for you and I must tell you Quatre," Dorothy suddenly cried and grabbed his hand from across the table. "Do not get your hopes up. It's not what you think. I can not tell you about it. Trowa wants to tell you, but please don't get excited or happy. It is not happy news."
"Is it something that's made Trowa happy?" Quatre asked skeptically. Dorothy nodded. "Then I will be happy for him, no matter what it is."
"I hope so Quatre," Dorothy sighed and looked down at the food on her plate. It looked unappetizing. "Do you want to leave?" she looked back up at Quatre. He nodded and called the waiter over for the check. "I was thinking we would split the bill," Dorothy said after a long pause of silence. Quatre seemed surprised that she would offer to do that.
"No need, Dorothy. I have it this time. You can get the next one if you like," Quatre smiled, though deep down he promised himself that she would never pick up the check as long as she was out with him. Dorothy shrugged and submitted to his offer. After the check was paid Quatre offered that they take a horse ride around the city. Dorothy thought it would be an interesting experience and agreed.
Aside from the smell Dorothy enjoyed herself. She sat beside Quatre and they discussed about how nice the Earth was looking now that there was peace.
"How is the family business going?" Dorothy questioned with a smile.
"We have expanded to other colonies as you know and now we are almost to the point of cornering the whole space trade. Our next goal is the earth," Quatre smiled.
"You must be busy. How did you find the time to holiday to the earth for this long?" Dorothy asked.
"My sisters made me," Quatre grinned sheepishly. "I admit I let them bully me too much." Dorothy smirked and said nothing. "So you agree?" Quatre teased.
"I did not say a word!" Dorothy cried in defense. Quatre gave her a spectacle grin. She smiled back and leaned in her seat. She looked up at the sky.
"The only problem with Earth is that you can not see the stars as well as you do on the colonies," Dorothy sighed.
"I know," Quatre smiled and looked at Dorothy as she stared at the sky. His eyes skimmed down Dorothy's throat to her chest. He took back a breath. He was attracted to her. His eyes skimmed down farther. She was wearing a long dress but there was a slit up it and, with her legs crossed, one of them was revealed. Quatre wondered what it would be like to touch it. His eyes traveled back up to her face. Her eyes were now closed. Quatre examined Dorothy's face. She had grown since their days in the Colony wars. She apparently had become aware that double eyebrows were not the style. She had one thin line now. Her light blond hair was pulled up into a self-dun bun and little strands of hair were helping to shape her face. She looked incredible with the moon lighting up her face. Quatre declared to himself that no other woman on Earth or in the Colonies could match Dorothy' s beauty. She opened her eyes and looked over at Quatre. He seemed a bit startled to be caught watching her and blushed slightly.
Dorothy's stomach flipped, but she told herself she was just over reacting at nothing and to not be so stupid. The coach stopped and the driver asked for his dues.
Dorothy was digging in her purse when she heard Quatre say, "Keep the change." He touched Dorothy's elbow. "Let's go." She looked at him a bit surprised then stepped out. They watched the coach drive away with the rhythmic clacking of the horse's feet on the ground.
"You should have let me pay him. I feel guilty. You have bought everything," Dorothy grumbled.
"Isn't that what a gentleman is supposed to do for women?" Quatre asked.
"Well I'm not a normal woman," Dorothy said with a sight tilt of her chin. Quatre looked down at her into her eyes.
"No you're not," he said with all seriousness and sincerity. Dorothy looked back at him a bit confused. Quatre touched her cheek uneasily and pushed back a strand of her loose bits of hair behind her ear. He bent down to her and for the first time Quatre kissed a woman. Dorothy's lips moved slightly at the brush of his touching hers. She put her hand on his shoulder and tried to tease Quatre into giving her more freedom with the kiss. Dorothy moved her hands up to his neck and wrapped them around it. He did the same around Dorothy's stomach and back. Their mouths opened and they kiss became an intense exchange of passion. Their lips parted, but they didn't release each other.
"Was it arousing?" Dorothy whispered.
"Yes," Quatre said huskily. He lightly kissed her again. "Better than I," another kiss, "Could ever," one more light kiss. Dorothy was now holding his lips with each kiss longer. " Have wanted." He finally finished and Dorothy caught Quatre's tongue in her mouth. They again separated.
"I want to go home," Dorothy mumbled. "And I want you to come with me." Quatre seemed a little shocked at Dorothy's request. He let her go and Dorothy did the same. She looked up at him eagerly as he considered her offer.
"Won't the children hear?" he asked. "I think my hotel would be better." Dorothy was to eager to be alone with him to care who's home they were at.
"That will be good," Dorothy said hungrily. Quatre nodded his passion just as strong. He called down a cab and told him where to go and to get there as fast as possible.
* * * *
Quatre moaned under the sheets as Dorothy's body begged him for more. She gripped his shoulders tossed her head back and cried out. Quatre then collapsed on top of her. Both of them were out of breath, breathing heavily. Dorothy kissed Quatre's limp shoulder and moved to his neck. His skin was salty from the perspiration their actions had caused. Quatre leaned up and looked into Dorothy's eyes eagerly. Then fell back on her his tongue searching her mouth. They began moving under the sheets again.
"I love you," Dorothy moaned into Quatre's ear. It did not enter into Quatre's mind until Dorothy was asleep in his arms at sunrise.
'She's in love with me?' He thought furiously. 'Is that who she was talking about yesterday? I wonder how long she's been in love with me.' He glanced down at her and she snuggled closer to him. Quatre closed his eyes and ran his hand down Dorothy's bare back. He was sure of who he was now. He was also sure she was the only woman who could have brought it out in him. Destiny had been right. The baby seemed to have seen it before the two of them had themselves. The baby's name fit her well.
"I think I love you too, Dorothy," Quatre whispered just as he feel asleep.
* * * *
Trowa was surprised to not see Quatre the next day. He wondered if Dorothy had not passed the message along. It wasn't until the day after Quatre appeared with Dorothy beside him. The two seemed to have something in their eyes that Trowa didn't understand. He had never seen Quatre in such bliss before.
"Hello Trowa," Quatre smiled.
"Hello Quatre," Trowa replied. "I want you to meet someone." Trowa turned. "Midii!" A short cherry blond woman stepped out of the camper Trowa stood in front of. She walked up beside Trowa. Quatre noticed a ring on her left ring finger. "Quatre this is Midii Une Barton."
"Barton?" Quatre questioned.
"She's my wife," Trowa explained.
"Hello, I'm very happy to finally meet you, Quatre," Midii smiled. Quatre took her hand and shook it. Then looked up at Trowa with a hurt look.
"I'm upset, Trowa," he whispered. "You had your wedding and you didn't ask me to be the best man!" he then grinned. Trowa lifted an eyebrow. "Unlike you, I will not elope. My wedding is going to be huge and again unlike you I wanted to ask you to be my best man."
"Who are you going to marry, Quatre?" Midii questioned happily.
"Me," Dorothy smiled. Trowa lifted both eyebrows.
"Oh how wonderful!" Midii laughed. She nudged Trowa "And you thought Quatre would be upset!"
"You two are?" Trowa whispered.
"Yes," Quatre confirmed. "In three months. My sisters are already working on getting everything ready."
"We should have made it a double wedding," Dorothy smiled evilly, but for some reason that devilish grin wasn't the same without her forehead forks.
The End