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

Pairings: 1x2 3x4 5xS

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 Six - Wufei's POV

Fuck! Why the hell did those two have to be there? Honestly, as if this wasn't embarrassing enough, I had to have two of my friends witness my humiliation!

And humiliation it definitely is. The great Chang Wufei, renowned for his skill in battle and his unflappable calm, reduced to a fumbling school-boy. Now I remember why I always chose books over dating when I still had a clan, and a home on L5. For one, books are a lot more reliable. No matter how many times you read them, they always contain the same information or story. Women are a different matter entirely, their feelings are the subject to whim and completely unpredictable.

I mean, what if she changed her mind? Decided she didn't want to date me afterall? Realised I was too young for her? Remembered how prickly I am, and how I treat women in general? - okay, way too nervous. Deep breaths, calm down. Shame I couldn't drop down and do some quick meditating, but that might garner some odd looks from people driving by.

I'm on the brink of talking myself into abandoning the idea completely, when I happen to look further down the road, and see her.

At the hospital, earlier, we'd agreed to dress up for the date, something I came to regret when I got back to Heero and Duo's house and realised I had no idea how to 'dress up'. Going for what seemed the safest option, I'd picked out one of the countless outfits Duo had forced on me, hoping he was being sincere when he'd told I looked 'damn fine' in it.

To my eyes, Sally was a natural at this dressing up lark. Her blonde hair was out of its customary plaits, piled on top of her head with loose tendrils falling down her back instead. Out of the outfit she'd been wearing in the hospital, she'd donned a dark violet gown which clung to her curves, a full bodied skirt sweeping the pavement.

Even from this distance I could tell she looked stunning, and I nervously glance down at my own outfit once more.

Sally had volunteered to plan the date in detail, leaving me with the sole task of showing up for it and, preferably, having a good time. My inexperience with dating had probably shown through my stuttering acceptance of her proposal, but while I knew I should be feeling unmanned by the fact that she was taking the 'male' role in this date, I only felt relief at not having to think up activities for us to do.

Unconsciously hurrying up, it was only when I reached her side that I realised I had no clue what to say to her. Aside from talking battle strategies, calling her an incompetent woman and just bickering with her in general, I'd never had a proper conversation with her. Now, I was expected to last a night, alone, in her company, with no war raging around us, no mission and no objective, other than to have a good time in each other's company.

"Hi."

Well, I'm sure that thrilled her to bits.

You go to the trouble of asking a guy out, dressing up beautifully, planning the whole evening out in meticulous detail, and the guy shows up, palms sweating, eyes glazed, and what does he say? 'Hi'. Like a pre-adolescent geek. God, this brings back memories. Bad ones.

"Hello, Wufei. You look really nice, who gave you that outfit?"

"Maxwell." Wait a second…how did she know I hadn't bought the outfit myself? Oh, great, she knows how incompetent I am at dating. So much so, that I depend on other people buying my outfits for me!

"You look stunning tonight, Sally. I apologise if you have been waiting long, I'm afraid I got accosted on my way out of the house."

Eyes crinkling with delight, Sally smiled up at me, a slight chuckle breaking through at my last comment.

"Thanks." She paused for a moment, looking up at me shyly. Oh, no, had I said something wrong, already? "I hope you don't mind, but I thought we'd go for some dinner, then maybe bowling? I wasn't sure what you would want to do, so I just went for what I thought most enjoyable."

"Sure, that sounds great. How are we getting there?"

At my question a huge grin spread across her face, and she gestured behind her, stepping to the side at the same time. A classic, nineteen twenty-six, Indian Scout motorcycle stood behind her, proudly propped on its footstand.

For a moment, I swear time stood still. I slowly moved forward, running my hand gently over the bike's side, like I couldn't believe it was real.

During the war I'd had to push everything aside. No distractions, no sentimentality. That was what got you killed, any perceivable weakness was used by your enemies against you. My love of bikes though, of going fast, that I had been unable to push aside. Controlling a Gundam had actually made it worse, as I was able to go as fast as I wanted in Nataku, seeing how I was already wanted dead. Jail seems so…unimportant after that kind of life.

Unfortunately the Preventers didn't see things the same way as me. Once they'd ascertained I had little, if any, reservations about driving suicidally fast, they'd pulled my drivers license, then they'd pulled my ability to get a drivers license. Guess I couldn't really blame them, since I do give speed maniacs a bad name, but that didn't mean I couldn't hold a grudge.

Relena Peacecraft had laid into me after I caused a massive pileup on the motorway. No one was harmed, but it screwed up the traffic three ways Sunday. I still stand by the fact that it wasn't my fault. If idiots feel they need to turn their cars sideways to avoid running me down, even though I've already successfully manoeuvred past them by the time they start to react, then in my opinion they deserve to dent their car.

"If you keep it quiet, I'll let you drive if you want."

Man, does this woman know how to push my buttons, or what?

Eagerly nodding my head, I accept the helmet she offers me, knowing she will let me risk death by driving her bike, but only if I observe the proper safety procedures.

Climbing onto the bike, I gingerly run my fingers over the controls. It feels like a lifetime since I've been able to indulge my wild side. Sally settles on the bike behind me, pressing close enough that I can feel the front of her body pressed up against my back. Okay, suddenly the bike doesn't seem as big a deal as before.

Still, I'm determined to make the most of this piece of freedom Sally's given me, knowing I'll be back to slow public transport, and the generosity of friends by tomorrow. I rev the engine, and the world speeds up.

Sally gives a little gasping chuckle, and tightens her arms around me. Suddenly the feel of her pressing against me doesn't lessen the experience, it only adds to it, as I share with her my love for speed and freedom the only way I know how. Driving faster.

It's been…a long time since I've updated this fic, and I apologise, but I wanted to do it when I was into it again - and I've been on a pretty big Harry Potter spree. UU

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I hope it isn't too out of style compared to the rest of the fic.