Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. I do own Hikaru, Triton, Solo, Meilan, James, Millardo, and all of my other original characters.

Genre: Romance/ Drama

Rating: PG-13 (to be on the safe side in case of language, violence, etc.)

Warning: YAOI, SHONEN-AI, BOY/BOY PAIRINGS! M-preg.

Pairings: 1/3, 2/4/5, Zechs/ Noin, Hikaru/ Solo, Triton/ James, Meilan/ Millardo.

Notes: Takes place fifteen years after Endless Waltz. The children of the Gundam pilots are the same characters from Harry Potter and the Angels of War but nothing from that story is crossing over to this one.

Meeting You
Prologue:

January 1st AC 196

What am I going to do? J really screwed me over this time. I really have to hand it to the old geezer. He really screwed me up royally. Not only did Trowa reject me for the second time a few months ago but also now I'm pregnant with his child. What am I going to do? Quatre, Duo, and Wufei have offered to let me stay with them until a few months after the baby is born.
As happy as I am that I will now have a part of Trowa to keep forever I also dread the thought of becoming a parent. I already have morning sickness which is a real pain in the ass let me tell you. I spend most of the day feeling nauseous and the other half with migraines. My life is great isn't it? After spending my entire life training and fighting in a war it's finally over and how do I get to celebrate it? Vomiting into the toilet all day before crying myself to sleep every night.
Being pregnant really sucks. I have a hard time keeping my emotions in check and keep having mood swings. Sally makes me see her once a week. Since I am a male she wants to keep checking my to make sure everything is going okay. She says it is. So fainting, being sick as a dog, and unusually moody is normal? I would hate to see an abnormal pregnant person.
At least everyone has promised to keep this a secret from Trowa. I don't think I could handle being rejected in my overemotional state. Besides, he made it perfectly clear that we are over. There is no longer a 'we'. Hell, he doesn't even want to be my friend anymore. Who would? I am a cold son-of-a-bitch who was raised to be a killing machine. My I can see the camaraderie forming already.
I hope my baby doesn't hate me for not telling him or her who their other parent is but I really can't handle it. Okay, now I feel really sick. I think I hav-

The pen clattered to the book it had been scuttling across as a blur streaked to the nearest bathroom. The door slammed after the streak and the sound of retching could be heard.