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Summary~ Quatre and Trowa find a baby and don't know what to do with her....
CHAPTER 1
DING DONG!!!
Quatre R. Winner jumped at the sound of the doorbell. Who would be visiting at this hour? He quickly pulled on a pair of pants and quietly crept out of the bedroom. Outside it was pouring rain. Quatre tip toed down the huge flight of stairs.
The tile floor felt cool against the bottom of his feet. He slowly open the door and saw no one. Just a prank, he thought.
Quatre started to close the door. He looked down and saw a tiny basket with a towel over it. Attached to the basket was a note. He quickly picked up the basket a brought it inside. To his surprise, the basket moved and started to cry. Startled, Quatre pulled back the towel to find a little baby.
"Oh my . . . . !!" Quatre screamed before he fainted.
Trowa Barton woke up when he heard someone scream. He dashed downstairs where he found Quatre passed out on the sofa holding a small basket.
"Quatre?! Quatre!? Are you okay?! What happened, Quatre!?"
Trowa shook Quatre and even checked his vital signs. A moment later, Quatre was awake and functioning. "Trowa, did you see it?"
With a puzzled look on his face, Trowa shook his head. "See what, Quatre?"
"The baby."
"What baby, Quatre . . . . . where did this come from?"
Trowa picked up the basket and pulled back the towel. "A . . . baby?! Where did you find it, Quatre?"
"It was on the doorstep. There was a note with it . . ." Quatre picked up the note and began to read, "To whoever finds this. Please take care of my daughter for me. I am too poor to have a child and I know you can give her a better life. Thank you."
Trowa rocked the baby in his arms. "What are we gonna do, Quatre? We can't have a baby."
Quatre sat down beside Trowa. "Why can't we keep her? She's so cute! Coochie-coo!"
"Do you know what the other guys would say?"
"But Trowa! Maybe the others would help us. Please?!"
" . . . . ."
Quatre hit Trowa on the head, "Trowa!! Please!!"
"Ow. I guess . . ."
Quatre's eyes got big. "Oh, Trowa! I love you! Thank you! Oh, this will be so much fun!"
Summary~ Quatre and Trowa find a baby and don't know what to do with her....
CHAPTER 1
DING DONG!!!
Quatre R. Winner jumped at the sound of the doorbell. Who would be visiting at this hour? He quickly pulled on a pair of pants and quietly crept out of the bedroom. Outside it was pouring rain. Quatre tip toed down the huge flight of stairs.
The tile floor felt cool against the bottom of his feet. He slowly open the door and saw no one. Just a prank, he thought.
Quatre started to close the door. He looked down and saw a tiny basket with a towel over it. Attached to the basket was a note. He quickly picked up the basket a brought it inside. To his surprise, the basket moved and started to cry. Startled, Quatre pulled back the towel to find a little baby.
"Oh my . . . . !!" Quatre screamed before he fainted.
Trowa Barton woke up when he heard someone scream. He dashed downstairs where he found Quatre passed out on the sofa holding a small basket.
"Quatre?! Quatre!? Are you okay?! What happened, Quatre!?"
Trowa shook Quatre and even checked his vital signs. A moment later, Quatre was awake and functioning. "Trowa, did you see it?"
With a puzzled look on his face, Trowa shook his head. "See what, Quatre?"
"The baby."
"What baby, Quatre . . . . . where did this come from?"
Trowa picked up the basket and pulled back the towel. "A . . . baby?! Where did you find it, Quatre?"
"It was on the doorstep. There was a note with it . . ." Quatre picked up the note and began to read, "To whoever finds this. Please take care of my daughter for me. I am too poor to have a child and I know you can give her a better life. Thank you."
Trowa rocked the baby in his arms. "What are we gonna do, Quatre? We can't have a baby."
Quatre sat down beside Trowa. "Why can't we keep her? She's so cute! Coochie-coo!"
"Do you know what the other guys would say?"
"But Trowa! Maybe the others would help us. Please?!"
" . . . . ."
Quatre hit Trowa on the head, "Trowa!! Please!!"
"Ow. I guess . . ."
Quatre's eyes got big. "Oh, Trowa! I love you! Thank you! Oh, this will be so much fun!"