Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, or any of its characters, so don't sue me!

Pairings: 1x2 3x4 5x?

Plot: Sequel to 'Duo gets PMS'. How do the pilots react when Duo announces he is pregnant? What will they do now, and how will this effect them and their views on their lives?

Chapter Five - Trowa's POV

I had to drive the car back from the hospital. Wufei is a speed maniac, and had lost his driving license almost as soon as he had been given it. Quatre was reading the book that had tipped Sally off about Duo's 'condition', and Heero and Duo were snuggling in the back.

I say snuggling out of politeness alone, seeings how what they were doing was rather a lot more than 'snuggling'. Wufei had finally stopped yelling at me to stop the car and swap places, and was now suspiciously quiet.

Not quite daring to look in the back and see what was going on, I settled for sneaking quick looks at Quatre who was curled up on the seat next to me.

His eyelashes were almost touching his cheeks, and his nose twitched slightly as a strand of hair tickled it. One of the things I love about Quatre is the way he gets so absorbed in something, yet manages to be perfectly aware of everything as well. If someone were to put a gun against his head right now, despite seeming so oblivious to everything, he would have the gun in his hand and the guy's neck reluctantly snapped in a heartbeat.

Forcing my gaze back to the road, I finally pulled into the driveway of Heero and Duo's house, shutting off the engine with relief.

Wufei immediately darted out of the car and disappeared into the house, not even bothering to shut his door behind him.

Climbing out myself, I went to shut it for him. One glance at what was going on in the backseat and I slammed the door before hurriedly turning away. Ok, maybe Wufei hadn't been exaggerating earlier.

Looking round in time to see Quatre disappear into the house, my suspicion that he was avoiding me was confirmed. He always waited for me, insisting that it was the polite thing to do. It used to drive me crazy in the war, when he insisted on waiting for me to finish my mission, his Gundam just sitting a few feet away from my erstwhile battle.

Taking a deep breath I moved towards the house, preparing myself for what I had to, wanted to do. And his reaction to it.

Instinctively heading towards the kitchen, I stood in the doorway for a moment just watching him as he bustled around the room, already mixing something in a glass bowl.

Settling at the table, I watched as he added ingredients and continued stirring, at a supersonic speed.

A few minutes later he'd dumped the concoction in the oven, and was now fussing with making some tea. I watched as he sorted through the different types, apparently unable to make up his mind what he wanted.

Mentally shaking my head I wondered at this weird quirk of his. Even after studying how the others acted over the years, I just couldn't for the life of me figure out this one of his. No matter how tense things were between him and someone else, or how much he wanted to get away from them, Quatre stubbornly refused to leave the room.

Eventually he sat down with his cup of camomile tea, and gingerly sipped at it. Hmm.

"You want to have children."

Okay, maybe I could have out that put that slightly more subtly. I gingerly patted Quatre on the back as he choked on the sip of tea he had just taken. Either that or I could have waited for him to swallow.

"Trowa,…" His eyes watering, Quatre carefully placed his mug on the table, "…What the hell are you talking about?"

Sighing, I realised I might as well continue. There was a saying to that effect somewhere wasn't there, some old earth one, 'in for a penny, in for a pound', something along those lines.

"You want to have children. You want us to have children."

"Trowa, I don't! I was horrified when I thought I was pregnant earlier, remember? I couldn't handle what Duo is, the whole pregnant thing and everything…"

"I didn't say you wanted to be pregnant. I said you wanted children."

Shutting his mouth, he looked at me for an explanation. For all the world looking like he was paying close attention to what I had to say, but I could see him already refuting what was to come in his mind. Time for the facts.

"When you thought you were pregnant, you reacted the way Duo did. You were alarmed, and thought there had been some kind of mistake. But a part of you looked past the pregnancy part, and you saw the result. A child. This part you liked,"

"Don't try to deny it, I know the exact moment you realised you wanted a child. Your temperature spiked, turning your anger into happiness. Blood infused your cheeks with excitement, and your eyes sparkled again."

His jaw went slack momentarily, then he recovered and I could see him gathering himself to shoot down my proof. But I was ready for that.

"Don't tell me it was false information. I know your body's reactions to stimuli better than anyone, and I can tell your anger from pleasure."

A slight growl accompanied my words, and Quatre's colour took on a completely new tone. Smiling slightly at his reaction to my words, I allowed myself to bask in pure masculine pride and satisfaction for a moment, then continued.

"Quatre, I don't mind that you want children. I would love to have children with you someday maybe. There are ways you know."

Quatre blinked, for once at a loss with how to respond. Nice to know I still have that effect on him, and I know I always will.

Then he started yelling again.

"I am not having a bunch of people I don't know tamper with my body, just so you can have the happy family you want with me! I don't care that I want children, I wasn't born able to, and I am so not going to change that at this point!!"

Raising my arms in a gesture meant to calm, I gently captured one of his hands in mine.

"I didn't mean that. I meant we could try for adoption. If you want to that is, I mean I'd understand if you didn't, it's just that I've been thinking about it a lot, and I would really like that. To raise a family with you, and when I realised you might feel the same I just thought I should mention it…"

He gently pressed his lips to mine in a soft kiss, halting my suddenly fumbling words in that sure way of his.

"I would love to try and have kids with you," He whispered, a smile curving his lips against mine.

Just as I was about to make up with him over our brief misunderstanding, the sound of light footsteps outside the kitchen door made me pause.

The war might be over, but that was definitely the sound of someone sneaking somewhere.

Exchanging a glance with Quatre, I silently stood up and moved to the door. Quatre brought up the rear. Gripping the handle in my hand, I silently counted to three, then pulled the door open.

Standing outside the door, evidently just about to creep past it, was a suspicious looking Wufei.

Suspicious because he didn't look like the Wufei Chang I'd come to know, and fight next to.

So freshly showered that his hair was still damp, and smelling strangely of something sweet and exotic, Wufei stood with one foot delicately held above the floor, and his arms out to either side for balance.

Wearing one of the many outfits that Duo had bought for him in an attempt to get him to lighten up; loose, and smartly casual black trousers, topped off with a charcoal grey silk shirt. He had his hair down around his shoulders, and his face was fairly glowing with some muted emotion.

At our appearance he froze mid-step, only his eyes shifting to look at us guiltily. Sighing he dropped his arms to his sides, and lowered his foot to the ground.

"Wufei, what are you doing?"

Wufei looked like he wanted to flinch at Quatre's delicately asked question, but he held himself firm.

"I am going into town. Is that all right with you, or are you my parents now?"

"No, that's fine…I was just wondering why you were exiting the house in such a…strange…manner, that's all."

Looking, for a moment, as though he were stumped without an explanation, Wufei finally shrugged casually and started towards the door again.

"I was just practising. Guess I need to do it more often."

The excuse was barely flung over his shoulder before he was out the door, and vanished from sight.

Frowning slightly, Quatre looked at the clock in the hallway, turning to me with his eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"It's been four hours since we got back. You don't think he spent all that time getting ready to go out, do you?"

Trusting my judgement, even though he could probably 'feel' it himself.

"Yes, he's finally got himself a date."

Smelling something that seemed suspiciously like something burning, I quickly returned to the kitchen and Quatre's abandoned culinary experiment.

"Hmm…it would be interesting to see who had finally caught Wufei's attention."

Quatre's quiet murmur was almost lost, then he ran to help me drop the flaming container into the sink, black clouds of smoke rising from it.

"I think, if we do have a child, you should be the one to teach it to cook."

Smiling, I put my arm around Quatre, and returned to what Wufei had unwittingly interrupted.

Well? R&R please? Sorry it took so long…J