Sailor Kirby: Come on people. After all this time together, do we still think I am cool enough to own it? If so, we're going to point and laugh at you! Right guys?

Moongirl and Kirbygirl: Right!

All three: *point and laugh at pathetic mortals whom foolishly believe Sailor Kirby might actually own Gundam Wing…*

WARNING: Panicky, out of character Heero! The perfect soldier does not necessarily make the perfect father…

The Wait and The Birth

"Are you *sure* you're alright Relena?" Heero questioned. Relena resisted the strong urge to hit him over the head with the vase of flowers next to her. He had pestered her ALL day yesterday, and ALL through the morning.

"I'm fine Heero, just stop worrying."

"But you're THREE weeks overdue! That can't be normal! It… It just can't be!"

"Heero, calm down! I myself was six weeks late, and there's nothing wrong with me. Anyway, we can't just make the kid be born, you need to calm down and wait."

"What if something's wrong?"

"Heero" Relena said warningly. The anxious man backed off immediately.

"So, what should we do?"

"Nothing. It will happen when it's time."

"But what if the time already passed?"

"Heero!"

"Okay, okay, sorry."

"No, not that! My water broke." Relena's voice was borderline calm, borderline about to have a heart attack. Heero, however, sprang up, practically screaming bloody murder, running around while babbling as he threw things into the duffel bag by the couch.

"It's time, it's time, ohmygoohmygod, oh sweet spirit of Wing, it's time! I'm gunna be a daddy, Relena's having my child…. NO! I'm not ready! Oh, shut the freak up, of course you're ready, and you're happy! Oh, I'm talking to myself, I must have lost it… Do we need this? No, no we need gloves and blankets, and hot water, and- Wait a minute! Hospital, hospital, that's where we need to go, C'mon Relena," Heero looked around. His wife was not there, "Relena…? Where did… where did you go?"

(I told you he was panicky and out of character. Ha! You didn't belive me, didja? Never doubt the great Sailor Kirby! WAHAHAHAHA! Just kidding about the "great", by the way….)

A sharp blast sounded from the limo. (Which, by the way, had in fact been repainted black after the honeymoon. Although, Relena had yet to let Heero get behind the wheel.) It seemed during Heero's panic-attack, Relena had somehow managed to get out to the car. No one's yet figured how, considering she'd been having difficulty even standing.

"Lady with a baby, coming through!" Heero yelled, dragging Relena through the hospital corridor, "Hey, can we get some help over here?????"

"Heero, slow down! I'm not giving birth this instant!" A nurse came up to the ex-pilot, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Sir, we must ask you to contain yourself," he asked, calmly.

"CONTAIN?! YOU WANT ME TO CONTAIN MYSELF?!? NOTHING'S GOING TO STOP MY BABY FROM COMING INTO THE WORLD TODAY, EXCEPT PERHAPS THE APOCALYPSE, BUT EVEN THEN I'M SURE GOD WILL NEGOTIATE!"

For one that had survived so much during the war, it was rather surprising that a little thing like his wife in labor could make Heero fall apart. Relena decided that she, like so often before, should act as the voice of reason....

"Heero, you go call the others to calm you down, sir, you please go get my doctor, and you," here Relena addressed the occupants of the lobby, "please except my apologies for my husband's yelling." It seemed being a Foreign Minister and Ruler of the Sanc Kingdom had taught Relena a thing or two about speaking negotiably. The nurse bobbed his head.

"Right away, Miss Relena." Heero crossed his arms.

"I'm staying right here." Relena glowered at him until he relented.

"Fine, I'll go call them," he muttered.

Two hours later, Heero was pacing. Duo and Quatre were playing cards while Trowa wrestled with the vending machine. Heero stop constantly to look down the hallway where his wife had disappeared, promising to send a nurse to get him when the time came. It was odd really. Heero could never recall himself pacing before, but here he was, wearing a dent in the floor.

"Go fish," Duo told Quatre, smirking.

"Duo, we aren't playing Go Fish, we're playing-"

"Poker?" the brunette asked hopefully. Quatre sighed.

"We're playing blackjack."

"Oh, yeah…"

"Duo, will you quit acting like you don't know what you're doing? We all know you're intelligent," Quatre said, pulling another card, "Fine, I'll stop with this."

"Never show your full hand," Duo said with a laugh, "There. I got 21."

Quatre gaped. He'd fallen right into the player's trap; he'd stopped at 19, sub-consciously figuring Duo would have stopped lower from lack of intelect. Duo grinned.

"No hard feelings, right Blondie?"

"None if you'll quit calling me that."

Heero cracked his knuckles anxiously, causing the two to look up from their game. Trowa came back, tossing Heero a soda.

"Calm down. I'll bet she's fine."

"Yeah, she's perfectly healthy. Hey, Heero, came play Go Fish with us!"

"Duo, we aren't… Oh, never mind."

Just then a nurse came hurrying out of room 421, Relena's room.

"Mr. Peacecraft-Yuy, your wife-"

She didn't have time to finish, since Heero sprinted down the hall. He threw open the door, immediately grabbing Relena's hand. Her face was sweaty, and she breathed deep, and *cutting out gory details that I don't want to write, or know much about, so let's skip ahead like half an hour…*

"Relena, she's perfect," Heero said in a hushed voice. Relena held the squirming bundle that had finally stopped crying. She looked sleepily up at Heero, and the two knew that life would be different, and that their girl had quite a set of lungs from the way she screamed, but in the end it was beautiful. Sleepless nights and endless rounds of diapers were ahead, but right then it was perfect…

Author's Note: *blush* Sorry about the recent sappiness, particularly in the last chapter and the last part of this one. But whatever. Yay! I finished the chapter! Sailor Kirby out…

Fav Dragon: Duoet! You reviewed! YAY!!!! *huggles from your bunny*

Bishi. I. Am. Not. Your. Little. Peachy. GET THAT THROUGH YOUR HEAD.