Yay! Chapter 8! I hope you guys enjoy this one... took me a while to put it out I know but here it is... good news though... the next chapter's practically finished! I just have to revise it... anyways...I hope you guys enjoy this one... don't forget to review!
Siren

Chapter 8 - An Engagement Party and a Temper Tantrum

In between the shopping and the planning, the table cloths and the menus, the flower arrangements and the catering, Relena had lost complete track of time and work. She hadn't shown up to her office in over a week, which led to her voice mail box to be full of messages everyday. But she didn't care because it was finally happening. She was marrying her white knight, the man that always stood by her side, even when she had made mistakes. I can't believe this it's happening! She had dreamed about her wedding day since she was a young girl, and she had dreamed about the perfect man that would be waiting for her on the altar when the day finally came, but she had never dreamt of Heero, the one man that had managed to surpass all her expectations. He was everything she could ever want and more.

Heero was her saving grace, so when he asked her to marry him and she said no, he was a little bit more than surprised, he was outraged. But Relena had her reasons for saying no. She never had the intention of making Heero feel pressured to pop the question. She wanted him to do it whenever he was ready, and if she had to wait an eternity she would have. But thank goodness I didn't have to wait that long. After 3 years of officially being together, of the ups and the downs, he was finally ready. And she couldn't be happier.

As she helped one of the planners carry some of the bouquets of Casablanca Lilies as center pieces for the tables she felt her cellular phone vibrate. She took her phone out of her pocket and checked the caller id. Catherine... As much as Relena despised Catherine for what she had done to Dorothy, she was always quite polite to her because of the close relationship Trowa and Heero had. Had that friendship never exist, she would have given Catherine a piece of her mind a long time ago.

"Catherine, how are you?" Relena answered politely.

"Oh better than ever future god-mother. I just came out of the doctor's office after a routine a checkup." Catherine replied. She knew Relena despised every inch of her, but she also knew Relena was very much a gossip sometimes. By telling her she was pregnant, she knew for a fact the news would get to Dorothy in no time. In no time at all.

"Oh that's... good? How is everything going? Did the daddy come along with you to the appointment? Did you just say future god-mother?" This woman must think I'm the stupidest female out there. There's a reason why I have been Foreign Minister since I was 17, and it's not because I was a big mouth. And why in the world would I want to be her spawn's god-mother?

"Oh no, no. I'm waiting for your engagement party to tell him the happy news. Don't you think he'll be ecstatic? And of course you're going to be the god-mother! Who else but you could fill that spot?"

He'll be something alright. "Oh? But Catherine, are you sure? Wouldn't you prefer someone you're closer to to fill that roll? I mean, well, I don't think I'm up for that responsibility." Besides if Dorothy found out, I think she'd have me shot.

"Relena darling, don't be silly. I'm sure Quatre won't mind once I tell him."

I don't think he'll care about anything once he hears you're pregnant. "Well, I'm going to have to think about it, and talk it over with Heero. I wish you luck for when you tell Quatre the news." And by luck, I mean bad luck. "I must get on with my planning, but please take care." And if a bus just happens to hit you on your way out of the hospital, it wouldn't be a total shame. She hung up the phone and sighed. Truth be told she had been dying to tell Dorothy about Catherine's pregnancy when she found out 2 months ago, but she knew it wasn't her place to tell. Even though Dorothy would be angry at her for not telling, Relena knew when to back off.

Lost in her musings, Relena was somewhat startled when she felt a hand on her shoulder. "How did it go Milliardo?"

Milliardo sighed. He walked around her to face her and shook his head. "You know Dorothy, and I know Dorothy. There's only one way it could have gone."

Relena chuckled and looked at her brother. "She didn't want to know anything about you. Can't really blame her."

"Hey!" Milliardo exclaimed. "Is that anyway to talk to you only sibling?"

"Yes!" Relena answered back, half smiling half serious. "I should have never given you her address, or her phone number. Dorothy specifically instructed me not to. Don't know how you convinced me to do it."

Milliardo chuckled. "I do. I wouldn't worry too much about it if I were you. You already have it bad enough, what with planning a wedding and an engagement party. You must be going nuts."

"Tell me about that it. That and my secretary has made it her hobby to leave me 20 messages a day or something." Relena breathed in and shook her head. "How is she?"

"As uncharacteristic as it may sound, Dorothy's confused. She held herself pretty well, but for a second, when I looked into her eyes, she seemed confused, lost. Like she was trying to run away but yet she didn't want to move from where she is at the same time. It was only for a second, and I might be wrong, but she was confused about something." Milliardo answered.

"That's because she's with Quat--" as she realized what she was about to say she covered her mouth with her hand and looked away.

Milliardo looked his sister, a bit surprised by her actions. What the... "What were you going to say?"

Relena shook her head and smiled nervously. "Oh nothing. No need to pay attention to me right now. The lack of sleep is getting to me." Nice save.

Milliardo gave her a look and raised an eyebrow. Interesting... He looked to his left and saw Heero coming their way. "I better get going. We don't want another argument between the groom and the brother of the bride. Don't forget you have a meeting tomorrow at 9 a.m." He looked at his watch and saw it was already 10:30 p.m. "You should get going, and get some sleep. I doubt the ambassador of L-223X wants to be talking to a zombie Foreign Minister. I'll see you tomorrow bright and early, bye." Milliardo kissed her on the forehead and left the same way he came in.

Relena looked as Milliardo left, and then turned her attention on to Heero. She smiled and half ran half walked up to him. She put her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss. "Well hello there prince charming..."

Dorothy walked into the hotel and looked around, pleased that everyone seemed to be doing their jobs. She walked past the receptionist to the elevators without taking her sun glasses off. Ever since she had become Quatre's bodyguard she was under Lady Une's strict order to not wear her Preventer uniform. Something she was thankful for. As she waited for the elevators she looked at herself in the mirrors that surrounded the place. Goodness I'm a knockout. She was wearing a burgundy blouse with a white pencil skirt that became loose at the bottom, and burgundy heels to match. Her hair was down, and her bangs were swept to the side, somewhat. Being that her blouse had front pockets she didn't bother carrying a purse. She stood up straight, with her legs touching to make sure her gun hadn't fallen out, and smiled when she felt it still there. As she heard the bell announcing an elevator had arrived, she quickly checked to see nothing had gotten on her white skirt, and proceeded to enter the elevator.

When she reached the 30th floor, she stepped out of the elevator, took her sun glasses off, and immediately knew something was amiss. She walked to the door of Quatre's room and saw only one Preventer officer. She cleared her throat and waited as the officer slowly turned around to greet her. "Officer Casey, where is Officer Deveroux?" She asked.

"Agent Catalonia... it's... um... you see... she's in the lady's-- " Dorothy cut him off, as was her style.

"Stop the mumbling.You're a Preventer Officer, not some 5 year old who just got caught with his hands in the cookie jar. Where is she? And don't even try to insult my intelligence by making up some sorry excuse." She couldn't believe this. She had hand picked these 2 officers to take care of things while she was gone.

Officer Casey nodded and pointed to the door of Quatre's room. Dorothy's eyes widened, as her blood boiled and rushed to her head, and a sudden feeling of jealousy crept up in her heart. Dorothy took in a deep breath, and straightened herself. "You are dismissed from your duty as Mr. Winner's temporary bodyguard. You are to report to Agent Maxwell for your disciplinary referral. You may retire."

"But Agent Catalonia--" Officer Casey tried to state his case, but to no avail. Dorothy Catalonia had a reputation of being very strict.

"Officer Casey, I gave you an order." Dorothy waited for the sound of retreating footsteps. When she heard the elevator door closed, she took another deep breath and opened the door to the room, where she was greeted with darkness and silence. She closed the door quietly and slowly walked away from it. Why do I feel I'm in a second rate spy movie? Oh I don't know... could it be because I'm sneaking around in a hotel room?... Ok... I have got to stop answering my own questions. As she walked further away from the door, she heard quiet laughter coming from the balcony. Oh I've had it! She stormed past the living room and the bathroom, slammed the balcony doors opened and was greeted with a wide eyed Quatre with a wine glass in hand and a wide eyed Officer Deveroux with a cup of scotch in her hand. She couldn't take it anymore!

"What the hell is going on here? Why the hell did you leave your post? Do you want to get fired Officer Deveroux? And what's worse, you have a glass of alcohol in your hand! Get out of this room immediately and report to Agent Maxwell so he can put you on probation, and you can bet your life Lady Une will be hearing about this! And you!" She yelled as she turned to Quatre. "What the hell is the matter with you? When I tell you to find a street walker I don't mean to go romance a Preventer Officer who's job is to make sure your safety is not in danger! What the hell is it that you think with! Why doesn't your blood circulate to your head instead of to you pants!"

By the time Dorothy was done ranting Officer Deveroux had been long gone. "I can't believe this, I'm gone for a couple of hours and the place becomes a zoo."

"Dorothy you were out of line. Mia--" Dorothy gave him a look, a look he knew all too well. "I mean Officer Deveroux, who was only keeping me company.As you can see I was not in any imminent danger, and the fact that she was here with me did not put my safety in jeopardy."

"Yeah, of course your safety wasn't in jeopardy, what with her drinking and all, you were as safe as ever." Dorothy retorted sarcastically. "Drinking while on duty is a serious offense Mr. Winner, any moron knows that. Except you of course. I mean seriously, what is it with you and all these women?"

Quatre smirked. I got you. "Why do you ask Dorothy?"

Dorothy rolled her eyes. "I can't do this anymore. You haven't changed. Behind those big innocent eyes and that semi-fragile exterior lies this lion on the hunt for prey.I would have thought that after 5 years, you would have gotten over your old tricks, but I guess not. You must really enjoy deceiving people."

Quatre was perplexed now. "What are you talking about? You're describing me like I'm some sort of woman handler."

"Because that's what you are. Do you not think about women's feelings? Did you not think about my feelings?"

"Your feelings?" Quatre asked in a cold manner. "Your feelings about what? About how you just left one day without an explanation. About that letter that you left me saying that I was the worst thing that ever happened to you? I'm sorry, but a woman who leaves a man who fought so hard for that relationship, without a simple why has no feelings. And where is all this coming from?"

"YOU BROKE MY HEART!" Dorothy yelled at him.

"HOW?" Quatre yelled back, "Explain to me how. Because I don't get it. I didn't do anything wrong to you!"

Dorothy looked at him incredulously. Quatre shook his head and walked past her. "I can't do this right now. When you're ready to talk about what happened I'll be here. I'm not going to act like some 8 year old throwing a temper tantrum." As he walked into the suite he closed the door behind him.

Dorothy closed her eyes and breathed in. Her blood boiling from the anger that was making her body shake.She walked toward the rail and sighed. She looked to her right and saw the glass Quatre had held earlier. She grabbed the glass, downed the drink, and threw it at the venetian windows that were the doors to the balcony. Damn it Dorothy!