9 long months had passed since her meeting with Zechs. In that long time, Pippa Khushrenada had married her love, Trowa. She is now Pippa Bloom. Early in their marriage she had conceived her first child with her husband, not to her liking. She didn't want children yet. And, as even more of a surprise, her old friends from the war, Chantal and Quatre contacted her and arranged a meeting. Before their meeting much later that year, Pippa and Trowa had discovered that they weren't having just one baby, they were having Twins. A boy an a girl.
At their meeting with their dear friends, they found out that Quatre was yet still a billionaire, and they lived that way. And they had already had a bitty son of their own. The trip home was long and depressing.
A few months after their trip to France to visit Quatre and Chantal is where they leave us....
It was an unusually cold November, it was, in Nagoya that year. The ships sailing in and out of the bay were on sheduel, as normal. You could set your watch to them. There were no children playing in the streets today, no housewives dusting their porches, no grandmothers rocking in their chairs on their porch, doing a crossword puzzle.
21-year-old Pippa sat in her living room, looking unhappy, bloated with her two children inside. Her husband sat near to her on the couch, holding her hand, as they watch the weather report on the news. Nothing new, just an early cold front, they said.
"I hope it doesn't get too cold... Or snow." Trowa said blankly, not directly to his wife.
"Why?"
"Then we couldn't get to the hospital when our babies are born."
Pippa sighed, thinking about their babies. Trowa was pretty excited about his 'miracle' as he put it. But Pippa wasn't. When she had orginally gone to her geinocologyst, he said her child seemed to have been conceived 3 weeks prior than they had stated. But Trowa said that wasn't possible, that they had married only 2 weeks prior. The doctor then just dismissed the idea, and said maybe the baby was growing abnormally fast. Nothing serious.
"Oh..yeah.." Pippa replied.
"Honey, dont be so down about this. This is a great thing happening, with the two children. Think of how many people can't have children." Trowa was oddly happy about this.
"Yeah..." she sighed.
That was how their days were spent with each other now. They didn't talk much unless Trowa new it wouldn't upset his wife. The emotionally unstable Pippa.
"Darling, would you like anything to drink?" Trowa stood, looking down upon his wife. She shook her head and kept watching the news program. Trowa sighed and went back to their kitchen, getting himself something to drink and returning to his wife's side, taking her hand again.
"Why me, Trowa?" she asked.
"Dear... Dont say that, this is wonderful!" he reassured her.
"No its not!" Pippa had often thought, through her pregnancy, of her little one night fling with Zechs Merquise. And her ex-boyfriend, the one she had dumped the day before Zechs came. That had indeed happened about 1 or 2 weeks before she reuinted with and married Trowa. She couldn't help but wonder if these children, the ones Trowa was so proud of, weren't his. But if they were another man's.
"You know it is for me, with my... problem. This is a miracle!"
"Not for me" she looked him, straight in the eye. She looked almost on the edge of tears. Trowa sa this and instinctively grabbed his wife, wrapping his long, thin arms around her.
It wasn't too much later that day that Pippa's water broke and she went into labor. Trowa rushed her to the hospital in their car before any contractions, or at least the bad ones, even were close to starting. Once in her hospital bed and everything was checked and attacked and ready, Trowa returned to her side, hold her hand again.
"This is wonderful! Just think, by Tomorrow, we'll have two little wonderful babies to love and cherish for the rest of our lives."
Pippa looked at him, smiling, that he could be so happy. But then. he didn't know a single thing that ran through is wife's mind about her troubles with naming who the father of her children was. "Right..."
"Have you thought of any names yet?" he inquired.
Pippa shook her head no.
"Really? I would have thought you'd have hundreds by now" he smiled. She didn't.
"Why dont you think of some nice names, maybe I'll like them." she replied.
"Oh... sure..." Trowa thought for a moment. "Catherine and David? or... Alex and Heather... or Cameran and Chase--I like those-- or... Mark and Rebecca... Lise and Peter"
Pippa sighed. "I dont know... they're all good."
"You have a while to decide, love." Trowa kissed her forehead and brushed her hair from her face, just like he always had.
Her labor went on for hours and hours, about 63. Sixty-three painful hours of contractions. Her two babies were born with ease, not a single thing went wrong. They were both a healthy 7lbs. They were cleaned up and handed to their crying mother, they crying along with her, loudly, painfully even. Pippa looked at her two children, crying. Trowa had a tear in his eye, proud of his daughter and son. But there was something wrong.
They were blonde. Platinum blonde. These weren't Trowa's children.
Pippa wiped her eyes clear of tears and took a deep breath. She looked and Trowa who looked so happy, feeling the soft, down-like hair on his son's head. She closed her eyes and looked at the doctors.
"I don't want them." she said coldly.
"What!?" explaimed Trowa, looking at her. "Pippa!?"
"I don't want them. They're not... They're not our children, its not right.
"What do you mean?" Trowa asked her.
"They're not yours.. they're... Zechs Merquise's children."
Trowa looked stunned. "W-what?"
Pippa's eyes teared up again. "When I was living in Tokyo... He was there on a trip and we ran into each other-- it was wrong! I hate myself!" she cried. "I was just getting over a break-up... "
Trowa looked at her blankly, nodding slightly. He sat back down in his chair as it all hit him.
"Are you sure, MrsBloom? This is a life changing desicion." A doctor said to her.
She nodded fast.
"Would you like to name them before we take them?"
She looked at Trowa, who was holding his head in his hands, staring at the floor, in disbelief.
"Cameran and Chase."
"Okay." the doctor left to write up birth certificates while a nurse took the two children away from Pippa.
Trowa was still sitting there, feeling almost at the point of crying. He thought they were his, a real accomplishment that he could be proud of. Why didn't she just keep them, he thought, we wouldn't have to tell them anything, just love them forever. Maybe it is for the best.
"Im sorry...I just dont want that kind of burden waying me down" Pippa appologized to Trowa, crying again.
"Its fine" Trowa said. He looked at his wife. She was crying, trying to hold her tears back. What ever happened to that teenage girl, the one who wouldnt cry or unbraid her braids for her life, that he met way back when? He stood and came to her side, taking her hand.
"I love you, Pippa." he simply said. She looked up at the tall man, crying, hugging him and being hugged back.
They left the hospital the next day, still down in the dumps and the light snow fell around the city. On the road they didnt talk much, hardly a word from either one. Once they got home, Pippa retired to her bed, wrapped in blankets, crying. Their phone rang and Trowa sighed as he wanted to comfort his love-- he couldnt stand to see people suffering anymore. But the caller ID on their phone read the name Winner Quatre. He picked up the phone and took the call.
It was Chantal, calling back again. She had called a few times while they were at the hospital. Trowa explained that his wife had gone into labor.
"You dont sound too happy about it, Trowa"
Trowa had to find the right way to explain what happened to Chantal. He couldn't think. "Uhm... they were... stillborne." He lied and couldn't believe the magnitude of his lie.
"Oh my god, Im so sorry! Thats so horrible!" Chantal exclaimed.
Trowa agreed and told her all about what happened, how horrible it was, how painful. Chantal couldn't believe their rotten luck, her having ended up with such a wonderful life. They talked for a good hour or so. Finally Chantal had to go and Trowa returned to his wife's side and told her his cover story. It was hard enough on her right now ,anyways, that she didnt care what they thought happened, really. As long as she would never have to face her children or their real father again.
