A/N Sorry, forgot to say in the last chappie, but the song Heero sings to Cass is called 'Golden Slumbers'. I OWN CASS AND TOBY!!!! No one can use them with out my say-so. Sorry. Don't own GW. The kids words are spelled phonetically, 'cause how do you really spell those sort of things? Thank you to my one reviewer so far. I luv you, my public!!!!!
2 years old
"Come to mommy!"
The poor little girl looked up into the beaming face of her mother. "Nn," she said almost pleadingly. Her mother didn't notice, as he proceeded to make all kinds of interesting noises and faces. The little girl would have none of it. "Ing," she commanded. "Ing, ing, ing!" Finally the chestnut haired boy gave up on trying to amuse his baby and sighed. "No," he said firmly. "Your dad's not here. He's on a mission." Suddenly he reverted to his previously bouncy state and asked "Can you say 'mission'?" His baby girl looked at him almost impatiently and blurted out "Ing!!!" demandingly. That seemed to be good enough for Duo, as the chestnut haired boy began dancing around pronouncing his daughter to be the smartest in the world, when another young broke in.
"Mishin," it stated. Duo glared toward the voice. It was a two year old little boy with soft blue-green eyes and spiky blonde hair that received his anger. "Quatre!" Duo whined. "Tell your little hairball to stop showing up my Cass." Quatre sat on the couch beside Trowa, both watching their baby boy fondly. "Oh Duo," Quatre said softly. I'm sorry, but I can't help you. Toby has to be able to learn at his own pace. Right Toby?" Toby looked at them and nodded. "Wight," he replied. The couple on the couch smiled lovingly at him and turned back to Duo. "Well, then at least keep him civil around Cass," he snipped. Trowa smiled slightly and turned his face into Quatre's back to conceal it more or less.
As the three of them were carrying on, Cass had snuck over behind Toby. While they weren't paying attention, she grabbed a random toy and hefted it at him. "Ow!" Toby cried. He began to whimper and his parents quickly rushed over and picked him up. "Duo," Quatre said sourly, "we understand that Cass is unruly when Heero is away, but please at least try to keep her in control." Duo turned bright red. "Are you saying I can't even control my own kid?" he yelled. "That I need Heero to take care of her? Well your wrong!"
Towards the end of the fight, Heero and Wufei had returned from the mission. No body noticed except Cass, who had been ignoring the whole thing. She turned and smile brightly at her father. "Daddy!" she cried and began to waddle toward him. He bent down and picked her up, cracking one of his microscopic smiles, before letting the perfect soldier mask slip back on. Cass just giggled. Trowa had turned and nodded to the two of them before returning to the fight ensuing between Duo and Quatre. The fight didn't last long after Cass's exclamation. Duo turned to his lover and Quatre smiled wearily at the returning pilots before heading off with his lover and child. Duo was talking non-stop to Heero already and Cass was straining toward Wufei with her arms outstretched. Wufei glanced at her as if she were a leech, then shot a look at Heero. Heero returned the look. Aren't you just thrilled to be back?
That night, everyone seemed to go to bed disgruntled. Quatre and Trowa had left for a few hours to calm themselves, and Duo had done nothing but complain about them to Heero since he got back. Wufei had been saddled with Toby since his parents left, and Cass had somehow joined the two. Though he protested often that the job was undignified and debasing, often arguing that 'it is the onna's job', he loved being with the kids. His fellow pilots knew this, but pretended they didn't so he could keep his pride, though they often found it the amusing center for an innuendo.
By the time Quatre and Trowa returned home, everyone was already asleep. Wufei was in his attic bedroom with two small toddlers curled up next to him. Quatre figured it would be better to leave the children there, so Wufei wouldn't suspect they had gone up to his room and seen him with the children, and he could protest in the morning that they had 'entered his room while he was sleeping in order to dishonor him as a warrior.' They slipped down to their own room and turned in for the night, hoping tomorrow would turn out to be better.
2 years old
"Come to mommy!"
The poor little girl looked up into the beaming face of her mother. "Nn," she said almost pleadingly. Her mother didn't notice, as he proceeded to make all kinds of interesting noises and faces. The little girl would have none of it. "Ing," she commanded. "Ing, ing, ing!" Finally the chestnut haired boy gave up on trying to amuse his baby and sighed. "No," he said firmly. "Your dad's not here. He's on a mission." Suddenly he reverted to his previously bouncy state and asked "Can you say 'mission'?" His baby girl looked at him almost impatiently and blurted out "Ing!!!" demandingly. That seemed to be good enough for Duo, as the chestnut haired boy began dancing around pronouncing his daughter to be the smartest in the world, when another young broke in.
"Mishin," it stated. Duo glared toward the voice. It was a two year old little boy with soft blue-green eyes and spiky blonde hair that received his anger. "Quatre!" Duo whined. "Tell your little hairball to stop showing up my Cass." Quatre sat on the couch beside Trowa, both watching their baby boy fondly. "Oh Duo," Quatre said softly. I'm sorry, but I can't help you. Toby has to be able to learn at his own pace. Right Toby?" Toby looked at them and nodded. "Wight," he replied. The couple on the couch smiled lovingly at him and turned back to Duo. "Well, then at least keep him civil around Cass," he snipped. Trowa smiled slightly and turned his face into Quatre's back to conceal it more or less.
As the three of them were carrying on, Cass had snuck over behind Toby. While they weren't paying attention, she grabbed a random toy and hefted it at him. "Ow!" Toby cried. He began to whimper and his parents quickly rushed over and picked him up. "Duo," Quatre said sourly, "we understand that Cass is unruly when Heero is away, but please at least try to keep her in control." Duo turned bright red. "Are you saying I can't even control my own kid?" he yelled. "That I need Heero to take care of her? Well your wrong!"
Towards the end of the fight, Heero and Wufei had returned from the mission. No body noticed except Cass, who had been ignoring the whole thing. She turned and smile brightly at her father. "Daddy!" she cried and began to waddle toward him. He bent down and picked her up, cracking one of his microscopic smiles, before letting the perfect soldier mask slip back on. Cass just giggled. Trowa had turned and nodded to the two of them before returning to the fight ensuing between Duo and Quatre. The fight didn't last long after Cass's exclamation. Duo turned to his lover and Quatre smiled wearily at the returning pilots before heading off with his lover and child. Duo was talking non-stop to Heero already and Cass was straining toward Wufei with her arms outstretched. Wufei glanced at her as if she were a leech, then shot a look at Heero. Heero returned the look. Aren't you just thrilled to be back?
That night, everyone seemed to go to bed disgruntled. Quatre and Trowa had left for a few hours to calm themselves, and Duo had done nothing but complain about them to Heero since he got back. Wufei had been saddled with Toby since his parents left, and Cass had somehow joined the two. Though he protested often that the job was undignified and debasing, often arguing that 'it is the onna's job', he loved being with the kids. His fellow pilots knew this, but pretended they didn't so he could keep his pride, though they often found it the amusing center for an innuendo.
By the time Quatre and Trowa returned home, everyone was already asleep. Wufei was in his attic bedroom with two small toddlers curled up next to him. Quatre figured it would be better to leave the children there, so Wufei wouldn't suspect they had gone up to his room and seen him with the children, and he could protest in the morning that they had 'entered his room while he was sleeping in order to dishonor him as a warrior.' They slipped down to their own room and turned in for the night, hoping tomorrow would turn out to be better.