Chapter Three: Shopping
By: Lolo Winner
Disclaimer: Although I do not own all the regular Gundam Wing characters I do own both Mel and Clint. As for everyone else; I'm not making money on this story, nor does anyone back in Japan know that I'm using the characters so shhhhhh. So I don't get sued (even though I don't know why anyone would want to sue a teenage fan fiction writer) I just want you all to know that. Enjoy! ^.^
The quiet crying, no mater how hard Mel tried to mask it, could be heard outside her room. Relena leaned her ear against the door. She was already worried since Mel had missed breakfast that morning, and hadn't even been seen outside of her room. She gave a little warning knock and let herself in.
Mel was sitting on the floor, every outfit she owned lay in disorder all around her. "They don't fit." She wined.
Relena knelled down next to her, "Oh honey."
"None of my skirts fit me. And- and my shoes, they don't fit either."
"I can't believe I didn't think about that. Why don't you just ware something else today? I'll write a note explaining why you aren't in uniform, and I'll call in an order for some new ones."
She shook her head, "They don't fit either."
It was clear to Relena that Mel was in no shape to attend school anyways. She too had gotten word of the nasty rumors that were spreading like wild fire around the school. "I'll tell you what. Why don't I go call the school, and tell them you aren't feeling well. Then I'll cancel all my meetings today and we'll spend the day together."
"Really?" She wiped the tears off her cheeks with the back of her hand.
"Um-hum. We can go get pampered at the spa, and do all those mother- daughter things we haven't had time for lately. First though, we will go to the tailor and have them let out your uniform, and buy you some new clothes."
"I'm sure they won't miss their poor little pregnant student." She mumbled.
Relena pretended that she hadn't heard her, "Come now, let's get you off the cold floor." Relena said. She helped Mel to her feet. Her stomach bulged slightly underneath her satin nightgown. Relena patted her belly, "No wonder your clothes don't fit. You're growing fast."
"That's what everyone is telling me."
"It looks like you are going to be just like me." Relena shook her head a little.
"And what is that suppose to mean?"
"Oh it's a curse to us petite woman. Our little bundles of joy have nowhere to grow but out. I was out to here with you." Relena put her arms out far from her body.
"Surly you weren't /that/ big mother."
"Oh no, I'm not exaggerating." She laughed, "Even though the ultrasound only showed one, everyone thought that I was going to have twins."
Mel almost looked scared. She knew that she would grow, but it had never occurred to her how big she would get. Relena tried to undo the damage, "There's nothing wrong with that. It simply means that you get to buy maternity clothes earlier, and since you show sooner, you easily get more help."
"That may be fine for a married woman, but I would rather if people didn't know I was pregnant as soon as this." She said. Her hand went to her stomach, as a visual aid.
"Come on sweetheart, let's get started on our day of fun before you start to get sick."
"Only one problem mother," She swept her hand across the room, "I can't go shopping in my pajamas."
Relena looked up at the ceiling for an answer, "I'm sure your father wouldn't mind if you borrowed a pair of his pants." She looked back down, "Only until we get you something more suitable, that is." She whispered into Mel's ear, "Not that you would want to wear men's pants any longer then you would have to anyways." She winked. Mel couldn't help but laugh; laugh at the absurdity of the matter, laugh at the seriousness of it.
When Mel and Relena returned from their day on the town it was nearly six. Mel was already starting to feel sick. Her morning, or more appropriately evening, sickness was slowly coming into play. By 6:30 she would be vomiting up the wonderful lunch they had eaten at a little café on the classiest street on the colony, Mel rightfully collapsed on the couch. She hadn't bothered to shed off the shopping bags. Her left and hung over the side of the couch her fingers still loosely clinging to the handles of the maternity store clothing bag. Her other arm rested on her swollen stomach, the bags covering up her new maternity slacks and blouse.
Heero sat at his computer, designing a new program. Relena disguarded her bags in the entry and went to him. "Hi. She said as she rested her hand on the back of his chair. Heero looked up from his work. Relena leaned over and kissed him.
"You two look beat, busy shopping day?"
"Yes, Mel-Anna should be set. Mel, want to show your father your new clothes?"
Heero continued despite her suggestion, "The school called."
"Oh shoot."
"What's wrong mother?"
"Well it's to late now, but I forgot to call you in sick, and to get the form for some new uniforms. Oh well, I made sure that at least one skirt is ready for tomorrow so it's no worry." She turned to Heero, "I'm booked solid tomorrow from 6 am on, you mind swinging by the tailors for me?"
"Hm." His little grunt could mean so many things. Through years of marriage Relena learned to tell the difference meanings of that one syllable; which her husband used to answer everything. In this case, 'hm' meant, 'I would rather not, but I will.'
She glared at him, making sure he caught the look, "We'll talk later." She whispered to him.
"Oh father, I better return these before I forget." She sat up and rummaged though her bags. She pulled out his pants and walked across the room to hand them to him. "Thanks for letting me borrow them."
He didn't acknowledge her. Instead he faced Relena again, "You let her wear my pants?"
"Of course I did, nothing else fit."
"You just assume that I would let /her/ wear my pants?"
"Heero." She said though her teeth. She motioned her head back to Mel- who was standing there dumbfounded, staring at her father with a crushed look.
"Let her hear." He replied. "I'm not going to pretend that I forgive her." He faced Mel, "I don't forgive you." He said harshly.
"That's okay, I didn't expect you to." She muttered as she slowly slinked out of the room like a zombie.
"Heero, what was that all about?"
"I'm not going to play house with this, like you are. Unlike you, I'm not found of the fact that our daughter is another a statistic."
She shook her head, "You need to let go of that Heero, it's time to move on."
He had expected her to read his mind, he was prepared to pretend like that wasn't the reason, "It is behind me, but this isn't." He stood, "I'm going to work on the car." He left without another word to tinker with the old junker he was restoring as a hobby.
Relena rushed upstairs to see how Mel was. She knocked on her door. "Are you in here?"
"Leave me alone." Came the muffled reply.
Relena tried the door only to find it locked. "Please open the door and let me explain."
"Explain what?"
"I. just let me in, I'm not going to speak to you though the door." Mel reluctantly opened the door. She went back and sat down on her bed, retreating to the corner.
Relena followed her in, and sat at the edge of the bed. It accrued to her how much this resembled the scene when she first learned of Mel's pregnancy. The thought accrued to Mel as well; she decided to break the ice with that. "Doesn't this look familiar?" She asked. She wiped the tears from her eyes and tried to compose herself. "You don't have to go excuse father, I know that if my daughter got pregnant, I would have a hard time forgiving her as well. It's alright mother, I didn't expect him to just except this, I know he isn't like that."
"Mel-Anna, there is more to it than you know." She caught herself and shook her head, "I promised your father years back that I would never tell you, so please, don't make me break my promise. I just want you to know that he doesn't hate you, he's just scared."
"I know." She was silent, "Mommy?" She hadn't called her mommy since she was little. This didn't escape Relena.
"Yes hunny?"
"Can you tell me how you and daddy met? I just realized that you have never told me that."
Relena sighed, she looked out the window, debating on what to say. She opened her mouth and closed it again, "I. I can't. Right after you were born we made a pact that we would never bring up the past to you." She shook her head, "No, I simply can't tell you."
"Why?"
She flinched; she didn't know how to answer the question. She smiled at Mel, trying to hide her feelings, "To tell you that would be telling you the past. You'll find out sooner or later okay? Just not now, and not from me, at least not yet. Alright?"
Mel nodded, but she still didn't understand. Relena saw right though her futile attempt, "Look, I promise you that one of these days I will tell you, but first I have to run it by Heero. I know he won't be very found of the idea though, it's so painful for him."
"You don't have to explain mother, I believe you."
"Alright, well I better go see what Jeannine is making for dinner. I take it your not going to eat."
Mel shook her head, the very thought of eating was sickening to her. Relena smiled and patted her leg, "Don't worry, things will get better."
Mel wasn't sure if she was talking about her icy relationship with her father, or her sickness. Before she could ask Relena what she meant, she had to run to the bathroom, where she liter
ally lost her lunch.
I know that this chapter isn't very long, but I'm kinda stalling posting all of this since it's not finished ^.^;; Anyways, I'm having a hard time breaking this story up since so many of the scenes are so long. You'll just have to bare with me, the real story will start to unfold in a few more posts. I promise.
By: Lolo Winner
Disclaimer: Although I do not own all the regular Gundam Wing characters I do own both Mel and Clint. As for everyone else; I'm not making money on this story, nor does anyone back in Japan know that I'm using the characters so shhhhhh. So I don't get sued (even though I don't know why anyone would want to sue a teenage fan fiction writer) I just want you all to know that. Enjoy! ^.^
The quiet crying, no mater how hard Mel tried to mask it, could be heard outside her room. Relena leaned her ear against the door. She was already worried since Mel had missed breakfast that morning, and hadn't even been seen outside of her room. She gave a little warning knock and let herself in.
Mel was sitting on the floor, every outfit she owned lay in disorder all around her. "They don't fit." She wined.
Relena knelled down next to her, "Oh honey."
"None of my skirts fit me. And- and my shoes, they don't fit either."
"I can't believe I didn't think about that. Why don't you just ware something else today? I'll write a note explaining why you aren't in uniform, and I'll call in an order for some new ones."
She shook her head, "They don't fit either."
It was clear to Relena that Mel was in no shape to attend school anyways. She too had gotten word of the nasty rumors that were spreading like wild fire around the school. "I'll tell you what. Why don't I go call the school, and tell them you aren't feeling well. Then I'll cancel all my meetings today and we'll spend the day together."
"Really?" She wiped the tears off her cheeks with the back of her hand.
"Um-hum. We can go get pampered at the spa, and do all those mother- daughter things we haven't had time for lately. First though, we will go to the tailor and have them let out your uniform, and buy you some new clothes."
"I'm sure they won't miss their poor little pregnant student." She mumbled.
Relena pretended that she hadn't heard her, "Come now, let's get you off the cold floor." Relena said. She helped Mel to her feet. Her stomach bulged slightly underneath her satin nightgown. Relena patted her belly, "No wonder your clothes don't fit. You're growing fast."
"That's what everyone is telling me."
"It looks like you are going to be just like me." Relena shook her head a little.
"And what is that suppose to mean?"
"Oh it's a curse to us petite woman. Our little bundles of joy have nowhere to grow but out. I was out to here with you." Relena put her arms out far from her body.
"Surly you weren't /that/ big mother."
"Oh no, I'm not exaggerating." She laughed, "Even though the ultrasound only showed one, everyone thought that I was going to have twins."
Mel almost looked scared. She knew that she would grow, but it had never occurred to her how big she would get. Relena tried to undo the damage, "There's nothing wrong with that. It simply means that you get to buy maternity clothes earlier, and since you show sooner, you easily get more help."
"That may be fine for a married woman, but I would rather if people didn't know I was pregnant as soon as this." She said. Her hand went to her stomach, as a visual aid.
"Come on sweetheart, let's get started on our day of fun before you start to get sick."
"Only one problem mother," She swept her hand across the room, "I can't go shopping in my pajamas."
Relena looked up at the ceiling for an answer, "I'm sure your father wouldn't mind if you borrowed a pair of his pants." She looked back down, "Only until we get you something more suitable, that is." She whispered into Mel's ear, "Not that you would want to wear men's pants any longer then you would have to anyways." She winked. Mel couldn't help but laugh; laugh at the absurdity of the matter, laugh at the seriousness of it.
When Mel and Relena returned from their day on the town it was nearly six. Mel was already starting to feel sick. Her morning, or more appropriately evening, sickness was slowly coming into play. By 6:30 she would be vomiting up the wonderful lunch they had eaten at a little café on the classiest street on the colony, Mel rightfully collapsed on the couch. She hadn't bothered to shed off the shopping bags. Her left and hung over the side of the couch her fingers still loosely clinging to the handles of the maternity store clothing bag. Her other arm rested on her swollen stomach, the bags covering up her new maternity slacks and blouse.
Heero sat at his computer, designing a new program. Relena disguarded her bags in the entry and went to him. "Hi. She said as she rested her hand on the back of his chair. Heero looked up from his work. Relena leaned over and kissed him.
"You two look beat, busy shopping day?"
"Yes, Mel-Anna should be set. Mel, want to show your father your new clothes?"
Heero continued despite her suggestion, "The school called."
"Oh shoot."
"What's wrong mother?"
"Well it's to late now, but I forgot to call you in sick, and to get the form for some new uniforms. Oh well, I made sure that at least one skirt is ready for tomorrow so it's no worry." She turned to Heero, "I'm booked solid tomorrow from 6 am on, you mind swinging by the tailors for me?"
"Hm." His little grunt could mean so many things. Through years of marriage Relena learned to tell the difference meanings of that one syllable; which her husband used to answer everything. In this case, 'hm' meant, 'I would rather not, but I will.'
She glared at him, making sure he caught the look, "We'll talk later." She whispered to him.
"Oh father, I better return these before I forget." She sat up and rummaged though her bags. She pulled out his pants and walked across the room to hand them to him. "Thanks for letting me borrow them."
He didn't acknowledge her. Instead he faced Relena again, "You let her wear my pants?"
"Of course I did, nothing else fit."
"You just assume that I would let /her/ wear my pants?"
"Heero." She said though her teeth. She motioned her head back to Mel- who was standing there dumbfounded, staring at her father with a crushed look.
"Let her hear." He replied. "I'm not going to pretend that I forgive her." He faced Mel, "I don't forgive you." He said harshly.
"That's okay, I didn't expect you to." She muttered as she slowly slinked out of the room like a zombie.
"Heero, what was that all about?"
"I'm not going to play house with this, like you are. Unlike you, I'm not found of the fact that our daughter is another a statistic."
She shook her head, "You need to let go of that Heero, it's time to move on."
He had expected her to read his mind, he was prepared to pretend like that wasn't the reason, "It is behind me, but this isn't." He stood, "I'm going to work on the car." He left without another word to tinker with the old junker he was restoring as a hobby.
Relena rushed upstairs to see how Mel was. She knocked on her door. "Are you in here?"
"Leave me alone." Came the muffled reply.
Relena tried the door only to find it locked. "Please open the door and let me explain."
"Explain what?"
"I. just let me in, I'm not going to speak to you though the door." Mel reluctantly opened the door. She went back and sat down on her bed, retreating to the corner.
Relena followed her in, and sat at the edge of the bed. It accrued to her how much this resembled the scene when she first learned of Mel's pregnancy. The thought accrued to Mel as well; she decided to break the ice with that. "Doesn't this look familiar?" She asked. She wiped the tears from her eyes and tried to compose herself. "You don't have to go excuse father, I know that if my daughter got pregnant, I would have a hard time forgiving her as well. It's alright mother, I didn't expect him to just except this, I know he isn't like that."
"Mel-Anna, there is more to it than you know." She caught herself and shook her head, "I promised your father years back that I would never tell you, so please, don't make me break my promise. I just want you to know that he doesn't hate you, he's just scared."
"I know." She was silent, "Mommy?" She hadn't called her mommy since she was little. This didn't escape Relena.
"Yes hunny?"
"Can you tell me how you and daddy met? I just realized that you have never told me that."
Relena sighed, she looked out the window, debating on what to say. She opened her mouth and closed it again, "I. I can't. Right after you were born we made a pact that we would never bring up the past to you." She shook her head, "No, I simply can't tell you."
"Why?"
She flinched; she didn't know how to answer the question. She smiled at Mel, trying to hide her feelings, "To tell you that would be telling you the past. You'll find out sooner or later okay? Just not now, and not from me, at least not yet. Alright?"
Mel nodded, but she still didn't understand. Relena saw right though her futile attempt, "Look, I promise you that one of these days I will tell you, but first I have to run it by Heero. I know he won't be very found of the idea though, it's so painful for him."
"You don't have to explain mother, I believe you."
"Alright, well I better go see what Jeannine is making for dinner. I take it your not going to eat."
Mel shook her head, the very thought of eating was sickening to her. Relena smiled and patted her leg, "Don't worry, things will get better."
Mel wasn't sure if she was talking about her icy relationship with her father, or her sickness. Before she could ask Relena what she meant, she had to run to the bathroom, where she liter
ally lost her lunch.
I know that this chapter isn't very long, but I'm kinda stalling posting all of this since it's not finished ^.^;; Anyways, I'm having a hard time breaking this story up since so many of the scenes are so long. You'll just have to bare with me, the real story will start to unfold in a few more posts. I promise.
