Believe
Part 3
By Izzy

All standard disclaimers apply. Okay ... I was reading Mika Yuy's review and I bust up laughing. So ... triplets it is!!! Hope I didn't scare ya'll too much with my wanna-be jump rope singing, and no, I am not from the deep south. I'm from Virginia Beach. A lot of my friends are from the south and the ya'll thing seemed to catch on. So there! And if you don't agree with me, I've got a sentence for you: Don't ever fight with ugly people; they have nothing to lose.

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After several broken fingers and screamed threats and curses about cutting off Duo's you-know-what, Hilde gave birth to three beautiful babies. (Boy, Duo had lots of fun, if you know what I mean.) Two boys and one girl to be exact.

"Well, Hildes, what're you gonna name them?" Sally asked, sitting forward in her chair. Wufei was standing next to her, his constant hard face seeming to have softened somehow.

"I think you should name one of the boys Nang," Wufei stated, catching everyone off guard.

"What, pray tell, does 'Nang' mean?" Hilde asked, looking away from Duo who was getting his hand bandanged.

"It's Chinese for two. I guess it would work for Duo," he replied, slightly lifting an eyebrow.

"I guess we could go with that," Hilde murmured. She turned to the large basket beside her and gently tickled the foot of one of the boys. His cobalt eyes opened and he yawned, his thumb searching for his mouth. "How 'bout that, honey? You like Nang? Nang it is," she finished, carefully smoothing out his auburn hair.

"That's a great idea!" Quatre exclaimed. (AN: Please excuse me while I choke myself on a spoon.) "And you should name the other boy Deux!" (AN: If any of you don't have any French knowledge, deux is two in French and pronounced 'dwa'.)

"How cute!" Hilde smiled at both Quatre and Wufei. The other little boy in the basket, with gray eyes and matching auburn hair smiled and giggled. (AN: Where _is_ that spoon?)

"Yeah, cute," Duo mumbled. "I guess that leaves my little girl. And don't tell us to name her Two."

Hilde smiled. "Well that's not hard. Let's name her Zwei."

"Huh?" Duo lifted his eyebrows.

"Two in German ..." she edged on. "Yeah ..."

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Trowa, Haziel, Elena and Flora arrived soon back at the Peacecraft Mansion. There was no one home and they were all getting a little worried.

"MOM!" Haziel yelled, so that his voice could be heard down the hall.

"Uncle Milliardo, Pagan! Anybody home?" Elena called out. When no one answered, she turned to the rest and shrugged.

"Hello?" Flora shouted. Pagan poked his head into the room.

"Oh, children! I'm sorry for not coming sooner. I thought I was hearing things," he ended, chuckling a little. "Here, Miss Flora. Let me take your things to your room."

"Thank you," Flora said, handing him her bags. "Where is everybody?"

"Well, Miss Hilde went into labor and was rushed off to the hospital."

"What?!?" four voices greeted him. Yes, even Trowa.

"Your mother called and informed me. She said not to worry and she'll call us afterwards." As to prove his point, the phone rang.

Haziel and Elena dove for it, grabbing it at the same time. They fought for it awile until Trowa grabbed the phone away from both of them.

"Hello? Oh, Relena! How's Hilde doing?" At Relena's response, Trowa raised his eyebrows, causing Elena and Haziel to move closer in an attempt to hear what their mother was saying. "Well, send her our wishes and tell her we'll come and see her soon ... Thanks ... Okay. See you later." Four pairs of curious eyes met him. "I suppose you want to know what it is," he said, blankly. Three of the four heads nodded eagerly. "She had triplets."

"What?!?"

"Is that all you guys can say? Two boys and a girl. One boy named Nang, the other, Deux and the girl, Zwei."

"I can't believe that," Elena spoke to herself. "Miss Hilde tryin to raise three Duos." She shuddered. "A living hell."

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"Sir, I don't think you're going to fit anything of mine. You wanna go out and buy something?" Sean asked.

"No, that's okay. My uniform is still reasonably clean." Odin looked down at his clothes.

"Why don't you take a shower and I'll wash it for you?" Sean persisted.

"Fine, whatever. Anything to get you off my back."

After the water was running and the uniform was in the washing machine, Sean grabbed the phone. After a few rings, the answering machine picked up: "Hello, you've reached Lt. Lucretia Noin's office. She is not in, nor is her secretary. Please leave your name, number and a short message concerning your call and she'll try to get back to you as soon as possible. Thank you."

Stiffling a groan of annoyance, Sean cleared his throat in order to leave a message. "Lt. Noin? This is Sean McNeil. I'm calling because um, I literally _found_ a colonel unconscious on the field. Boy, this sounds weird," he mumbled to himself. "Anyways, when he woke up, he couldn't remember anything-not even his name. I was hoping that since he was wearing one of our uniforms you'd know him or could somehow identify him. You have my number. Thanks a lot." Sean hung up the phone with a click. 'I sounded so retarded,' he criticized himself.

The washing machine let out a buzzing noise to inform him the clothes were washed. He marched into the wash room and grabbed the clothes out and stuffed him in the dryer. "Hey, Odin! You might as well make it a bath. Your clothes won't be done for a while. I still have to iron. Sheesh, I might as well be your wife," he murmured to himself.

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I'm very sorry I left ya'll hanging like that. If you didn't win this one, you'll get another chance. Um, yeah ... I'm not sayin anything else.
Please review and tell me what you think. I bugged my mom to death for half an hour trying to get her to remember her Chinese lessons from elementary school seventeen years ago. I'm not sure if I spelled 'Nang' right. If you're Chinese could you tell me the proper spelling for two? Thankie!
Izzy-chan