You're getting a windfall! Seeing as I'm leaving for LSU in... four days, I'm publishing as much as humanly possible before I leave. Or get kicked off my computer, whichever comes first.
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Past, Present, Future
by Grace Musica
Chapter Seven
I Think It's Love
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Midii came in late from work that night. As she eased the door open, she saw Alex and Trowa lying asleep on the couch, Alex lying on Trowa's chest. The TV was on, some late-night show playing softly.
Midii dropped her things on the second couch, untangled Alex from her uncle's arms without waking either of them up (not an easy task; Alex slept like the dead, but Trowa was an unusually light sleeper), and put her to bed.
She came back into the living room with a blanket and covered Trowa with it. She then crossed the room and turned off the TV, where the host was flirting charmingly with a beautiful actress who was making an appearance to plug her next movie.
She crossed the room again to where Trowa lay, breathing softly. She reached out a hand to touch his face, but hesitating mere centimeters from his skin. She could feel the heat of his skin tingling her palm. Finally, she bit the bullet and placed her hand gently on his cheek.
He stirred in his sleep slightly, but didn't awaken. She smiled and stroked his cheek with her thumb, savoring the feel of skin-on-skin. He looked so handsome, his face donning a slight smile in his slumber. Alex must've really wiped him out... he's dead to the world.
Of course, just as the thought crossed her mind, he opened his eyes lazily. Damnit...
But she decided to play it off. She smiled brightly in the faint light and patted his cheek, as if she was trying to wake him up. She moved her hand to his shoulder and shook it gently, rousing him more. "Come on, man. It's late."
"How late?"
"Past midnight late."
"Oh..." Trowa sat up, still sleepy. "Wait. Where's Alex?"
"I put her in bed. Same place you should be."
"We were waiting up for you."
"Why?"
"Because." Trowa looked at her. "We were worried."
Midii laughed and sat next to him. "Worried? Why? I can take care of myself."
"Because..." Trowa looked down at his hands. He could hear his own good advice ringing in his ears, in Quatre's voice. Do as your heart tells you... Even if it's just for five minutes. He met her eyes. "Because you're family now."
Midii's eyes flew open in shock. "Family?" Then she laughed. "Oh, I get it. You mean, I'm like your sister, a live-in aunt to Alex."
Trowa shook his head. "No, not a sister." He took both of her hands in his. "As Alex's mother. As my wife."
Midii looked down briefly, and when she met his eyes again, her chocolate brown eyes were full of tears. "Oh, Trowa..."
Any more conversation was cut off, lost in a whirl of confusion and emotion as Trowa leaned forward and pressed his lips against Midii's. Her entire body turned to fire. It took her only a split-second to respond to his kiss, freeing her hands and sliding them up to around his neck. Trowa leaned back, his arms around her waist. It was so sweet, so incredibly innocent, and so mind-blowing that Midii felt a tear slip down her cheek.
They kissed for a few more minutes before Midii pulled back and laid her head on his chest. "Trowa... I think I love you."
Trowa kissed the crown of her head. "And I think I love you, Mid."
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"H-h-he'o?"
Wufei blinked at the vidphone screen, then smiled. "Good morning, Alex."
"Uncle Wufei!" It looked like she was standing on her tiptoes. "... Hold on."
The little girl disappeared for thirty seconds as the sound of something fairly heavy thudded on the floor. Then she popped back up. "Sorry. I had to go get some phone books to stand on. I'm too short!"
Wufei chuckled lightly. "You'll get taller. But where's your father? He didn't show up for work today, so..."
Alex looked over her shoulder, then back at Wufei. "He's sleeping."
Wufei had been to the Barton house enough times to know the layout. "On the couch?" he asked, confused.
Alex nodded. "Uh-huh. Both him and Midii."
The Chinese man's eyebrows shot up. "What?"
Alex sighed, as if Wufei was stupid for not understanding her. "Look." She turned the screen so Wufei could see the couch. Sure enough, Trowa and Midii were fast asleep, in each other's arms, sprawled out across the couch, a blanket covering both of them. Alex showed her the scene for a few seconds, then turned it back to her. "See?"
Wufei nodded, slightly in shock. "Three things, Al. One: Tell Trowa I called. Two: Take a picture of that. And three... make sure Lizzy sees them."
Alex showed him a whole handful of polaroids. "Will this work?"
Wufei stared at the girl. "Alex? When's your birthday?"
"A week. I'll be this old!" She held up both hands, six fingers extended.
Wufei grinned and held up all ten of his fingers. "Get this old, and I'll think about giving you a job."
"Yay! Now, Uncle Wufei, one more question."
Wufei grinned again. The children and his wife were the only ones that he showed his soft spot for. "And what would that be, little one?"
"What's Aunt Lizzy and Uncle Quatre's number?"
Wufei laughed. "You certainly are one precaucious, sneaky child, aren't you?" he asked teasingly, shuffling papers on his desk for his phone book.
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Past, Present, Future
by Grace Musica
Chapter Seven
I Think It's Love
* * * * *
Midii came in late from work that night. As she eased the door open, she saw Alex and Trowa lying asleep on the couch, Alex lying on Trowa's chest. The TV was on, some late-night show playing softly.
Midii dropped her things on the second couch, untangled Alex from her uncle's arms without waking either of them up (not an easy task; Alex slept like the dead, but Trowa was an unusually light sleeper), and put her to bed.
She came back into the living room with a blanket and covered Trowa with it. She then crossed the room and turned off the TV, where the host was flirting charmingly with a beautiful actress who was making an appearance to plug her next movie.
She crossed the room again to where Trowa lay, breathing softly. She reached out a hand to touch his face, but hesitating mere centimeters from his skin. She could feel the heat of his skin tingling her palm. Finally, she bit the bullet and placed her hand gently on his cheek.
He stirred in his sleep slightly, but didn't awaken. She smiled and stroked his cheek with her thumb, savoring the feel of skin-on-skin. He looked so handsome, his face donning a slight smile in his slumber. Alex must've really wiped him out... he's dead to the world.
Of course, just as the thought crossed her mind, he opened his eyes lazily. Damnit...
But she decided to play it off. She smiled brightly in the faint light and patted his cheek, as if she was trying to wake him up. She moved her hand to his shoulder and shook it gently, rousing him more. "Come on, man. It's late."
"How late?"
"Past midnight late."
"Oh..." Trowa sat up, still sleepy. "Wait. Where's Alex?"
"I put her in bed. Same place you should be."
"We were waiting up for you."
"Why?"
"Because." Trowa looked at her. "We were worried."
Midii laughed and sat next to him. "Worried? Why? I can take care of myself."
"Because..." Trowa looked down at his hands. He could hear his own good advice ringing in his ears, in Quatre's voice. Do as your heart tells you... Even if it's just for five minutes. He met her eyes. "Because you're family now."
Midii's eyes flew open in shock. "Family?" Then she laughed. "Oh, I get it. You mean, I'm like your sister, a live-in aunt to Alex."
Trowa shook his head. "No, not a sister." He took both of her hands in his. "As Alex's mother. As my wife."
Midii looked down briefly, and when she met his eyes again, her chocolate brown eyes were full of tears. "Oh, Trowa..."
Any more conversation was cut off, lost in a whirl of confusion and emotion as Trowa leaned forward and pressed his lips against Midii's. Her entire body turned to fire. It took her only a split-second to respond to his kiss, freeing her hands and sliding them up to around his neck. Trowa leaned back, his arms around her waist. It was so sweet, so incredibly innocent, and so mind-blowing that Midii felt a tear slip down her cheek.
They kissed for a few more minutes before Midii pulled back and laid her head on his chest. "Trowa... I think I love you."
Trowa kissed the crown of her head. "And I think I love you, Mid."
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"H-h-he'o?"
Wufei blinked at the vidphone screen, then smiled. "Good morning, Alex."
"Uncle Wufei!" It looked like she was standing on her tiptoes. "... Hold on."
The little girl disappeared for thirty seconds as the sound of something fairly heavy thudded on the floor. Then she popped back up. "Sorry. I had to go get some phone books to stand on. I'm too short!"
Wufei chuckled lightly. "You'll get taller. But where's your father? He didn't show up for work today, so..."
Alex looked over her shoulder, then back at Wufei. "He's sleeping."
Wufei had been to the Barton house enough times to know the layout. "On the couch?" he asked, confused.
Alex nodded. "Uh-huh. Both him and Midii."
The Chinese man's eyebrows shot up. "What?"
Alex sighed, as if Wufei was stupid for not understanding her. "Look." She turned the screen so Wufei could see the couch. Sure enough, Trowa and Midii were fast asleep, in each other's arms, sprawled out across the couch, a blanket covering both of them. Alex showed her the scene for a few seconds, then turned it back to her. "See?"
Wufei nodded, slightly in shock. "Three things, Al. One: Tell Trowa I called. Two: Take a picture of that. And three... make sure Lizzy sees them."
Alex showed him a whole handful of polaroids. "Will this work?"
Wufei stared at the girl. "Alex? When's your birthday?"
"A week. I'll be this old!" She held up both hands, six fingers extended.
Wufei grinned and held up all ten of his fingers. "Get this old, and I'll think about giving you a job."
"Yay! Now, Uncle Wufei, one more question."
Wufei grinned again. The children and his wife were the only ones that he showed his soft spot for. "And what would that be, little one?"
"What's Aunt Lizzy and Uncle Quatre's number?"
Wufei laughed. "You certainly are one precaucious, sneaky child, aren't you?" he asked teasingly, shuffling papers on his desk for his phone book.
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