CHAPTER 33
There was a certain quirk about women that made them entirely unpredictable. This quirk was more commonly known as P. M. S., or just hormones in general. Heero had always seen this as a sort of funny annoyance that could get in the way. It had never frustrated him or made him angry in any way. But – there's always a but – Duo's current mood, a mood that can only be described as PMS, was really grating on Heero's nerves. It started when he woke Duo up for the doctor's appointment. Duo'd grabbed a half-full (or half empty, however you look at it) glass of water and tossed it into Heero's face.
It had only gone downhill from there.
Now they were in the parking lot, Duo glaring resolutely at the road as Heero started the car. He was trying to be understanding, but Duo was being obstinate, grouchy and contrary. No matter what Heero said or did, it was the wrong thing. Damn hormones.
In fact, the doctor had kicked them out after fifteen minutes, throwing his hands in the air in disgust. Heero started the car and Duo 'harumphed'. The doctor had barely gotten our a brief explanation of what he needed to do before Duo began whining, in a completely un-Duo-like way. First off, the chairs were uncomfortable, and then there was the fact that there were better things that Duo could be doing, like sleeping. Everything the doctor said, Duo came up with a reason not to. Perform an ultrasound? No the baby is kicking, its fine. Go through some hints for labor? No, he'll find it online and its too soon anyway. Every single thing, Duo rebuked every single suggestion. No wonder the doctor had kicked them out.
As they had been leaving though, the doctor pulled Heero aside and explained that part of the reason Duo was so moody was because his body wasn't made for these kind of hormones and it really just didn't know how to adjust. Duo wasn't used to it and he really wouldn't always adjust well. "Give it time," he'd said. Yea, time, thats it. And while Heero "gave it time," Duo sulked because he knew why Heero had been pulled aside.
"So Duo, would you like to go get something to eat for lunch?" Heero asked, as he pulled onto the street.
"Only if its full of oils and fats and is going to clog my arteries," Duo muttered in response.
"Duo . . . You know-" Heero began in reproach.
"You're RIGHT! I KNOW!" Duo sat up in his seat, looking at Heero. "BUT IF YOU DON'T WANT ME TO HAVE WHAT I WANT, DON'T OFFER!!!" Duo sat back down huffing.
"Duo, calm down. Don't get so excited, you're right I'm sorry, but I only offered because I thought we could hit a salad bar or something." Heero said calmly, stifling his own temper. Duo was the only person in the world that could get him impassioned like this.
"I AM CALM!" Duo slumped down into his chair. "When was the last time I willingly ate a salad, Heero? Can you tell me that?! Whats so wrong with having a burger and fries occassionally?"
"Duo, when I do let you have some, you get sick, then you get angry at me for letting you have some! What exactly should I do here?" Duo became silent. He hated it when Heero made a good point and sooner or later he would always make a winning point.
"Listen, Duo how about we go for a salad and then we can get some ice cream on the way back?" Heero offered tentatively. He should have kept his mouth shut.
"STOP TRYING TO PACIFY ME! I'M NOT SOME TODDLER YOU CAN BRIBE SO DON'T TREAT ME LIKE ONE!!!" Duo screamed and eyed the door handle dangerously.
"DUO MAXWELL!" Heero yelled, his temper unleashed. He pulled the car over to the side of the interstate as passing traffic whizzed by. "The reason I am treating you like a two-year old is because you are acting like one. There is no reason on Earth that you can't have a salad. In fact there is no reason on Earth that you are acting like the Wicked Witch of the West with a penis. Grow up! The whole damn world doesn't revolve around you." Heero's voice had been low and dangerous the whole time, a carefully contained fury, that would have frightened the strongest of men.
Unless of course the man happens to be pregnant Duo Maxwell, who was determined to find a fault anywhere. "Watch you language around my baby bucko," Duo's hand wrapped around his abdomen, partly in possessiveness and also in an effort to sooth the child, who had decided to have a circus there tonight. "You know what? Forget it, I'll walk home." Duo yanked on the handle, but the door didn't open. "HEERO!"
Heero turned back to the road his mouth clenched in a straight taut line. He pulled back into traffic and headed for Quatre's estate. It was still a good twenty minute drive and he wasn't going to spend it yelling. Once they had both calmed down they would think it was silly, but at the moment, both of them were out for blood.
Duo stalked out of the car the moment it had come to a stop in the driveway. From there he went straight to the back, where Quatre's artificial lake spread magnificently across the back yard, successfully filling several acres of land. Duo loved this lake, even though it was man-made, life still flourished and the tranquility of the still water was soothing.
Duo didn't want to be soothed right now though. The rippleless water irritated him. He needed chaos to bandage his seething self-righteous emotions. Peeling off his socks and shoes and not caring who saw, Duo climbed a tree and onto a low hanging branch. Staring vehemently at the calm water below him, Duo curled into a ball and rolled off the branch.
There was enough distance between him and the water to make a significant splash, upsetting the water and wildlife around him. Paddling now, allowing the way the water relieved the stress of the weight from the child to soothe his burning temper. The sun shone brightly down on Duo, whose temper was slowly cooling off. Leaning back Duo floated in the water.
Cold hands appeared from nowhere, grabbing Duo by the throat and dragging him out of the water. Duo's eyes widened, "What the-" A wet cloth was placed swiftly over his mouth and Duo collapsed into his captors arms.
"This'll do the trick, that bodyguard won't know what do to without his woman." A tall man with a bandage covering half his face laughed silently as he drove away.
Tsuzuku
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Tsuzuku = to be continued.
If you are still reading this... GOOD NEWS! I have a big chunk of the next chapter written and i have finally decided how it is gonna end. 4 more chapters... tops.
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