Author's Notes: Continue, please?
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is not mine. DOH. Plot and OCs are mine, thankyouverymuch.
Four Weddings and a DivorceChapter Four:
He tossed his tousled gold hair off his green eyes with a shake of his head. He looked from his older twin brothers to his little sister and sighed. "This is a bad idea and you know it."
Yossef looked at his younger brother's reflection in the mirror and cocked a forked eyebrow at him. "Relax Ezra," he said in a soothing voice.
"How can I relax??!" Ezra demanded. "We sneaked away from Rashid. You're under aged and you're driving a car. We picked up Wendy from her school. We're driving over to Dad's—all these without telling anyone. Mom will have our hides tanned when we get home."
Yossef sighed and looked sideways at his younger twin seated at the passenger seat.
Yehan turned to Ezra with cold blue eyes, looking rather annoyed. "If you don't want to come then get out of here!!" The younger twin snapped.
"No way, I have to stay and make sure nothing happens to Wendy!!" Ezra declared, looking down at the wide blue-green eyes staring up at him He hugged his seven year-old sister protectively.
"Yeah right, you just want to see Dad." Yehan snorted.
"………"
"I want to see Daddy." Wendy pulls at Ezra's sleeve, still looking up at him with her blue-green eyes.
"Don't worry, Wendy, we will see Dad." Yossef said.
"Even though Ezra is being such an ass about it." Yehan muttered.
They were right of course. I do want to see Dad again. It must have been a month since we last saw him… Ezra looked out the window wistfully. When their mother goes to their Dad to give him the divorce papers, she goes alone. The first time, he and his siblings went with her, but something happened… their Dad was whispering in their Mom's ear and she looked ready to both kill him and kiss him. She grabbed them all and left in a hurry. Since then, she went alone…
Of course they were allowed to see their father on weekends, but they usually opted to stay with their Mom. It's not exactly a good time to leave someone alone while she is going through divorce, their mom gets so lonely… and their dad did have other kids and wives to keep him preoccupied… Ezra looked down at his fists and found them clenched tightly together. He relaxed his hands and leaned back on the seat lazily.
A few minutes later, Yossef was already turning the car unto the long, wide driveway of the Winner Manor.
"Yay, we're here!!" Wendy cried joyfully.
Yossef stopped the car in front of the mansion and honked the horn. Ezra carried Wendy and followed the twins to the big door.
"Hurry up, open already." Yehan complained.
"Masters and the little Miss!!" Ali exclaimed and bowed. "What a pleasant surprise. Where is Rashid?"
Ezra glared at his brother. "He's not here Ali. My brothers thought it would be good to go here by ourselves."
"Oh my!!" Ali's eyes widened. "Mistress Dorothy must be worried!! I shall tell her you're here—"
"Wait Ali!!" Yehan cried. "Let us go to Dad first. If you tell Mom right now that we're here, she'll just panic and send over Rashid to drag us back to Catalonia Manor before we have even reached Dad's study. I can guarantee that."
Ali looked at them doubtfully. "But—"
"Please, Ali Baba!!" Wendy pleaded, a puppy-dog look in her blue-green eyes.
Ali looked at Wendy and sighed. How can anyone refuse the little darling? "Oh alright, you youngsters always get the best of me."
Ali and the kids walked over to Quatre's study. "Open it!!" Wendy cried with glee.
Ali chuckled then said; "Open Sesame!!" At the same time he opened the door with a flourish. "Master Quatre, the chil—" The kids burst in the room excitedly.
"DAD!!!" The boys shouted.
"Daddy!!" Wendy shrieked happily.
"Yossef, Yehan!! Ezra!! And my little Wendy!!" Quatre ran over his children and gathered them all in a hug.
Ezra squirmed uncomfortably, loosening Quatre's arm around him. "Wendy missed you, Dad." He let his father take the little girl.
Quatre tickled Wendy's chin. "My, I'm surprised Dorothy took the time to bring you here."
Yossef and Yehan gave each other a look, Ezra sighed and Wendy's eyes widened knowing that they did something that wasn't right.
Quatre looked at his kids. "… Well… your mother's not here, is she?"
Yossef bit his lip. "Well, Dad—"
Yehan had the same expression as his twin. "You see—"
"No, she's not here." Ezra cut in.
"Do you want her here, Dad?" Wendy asked. "I want her here. I want both of you here."
Quatre regarded his daughter with a sad look in his face. "Of course I want your Mommy here, child. I really want her here… I miss her."
"So," Quatre forced his voice into some semblance of cheerfulness. "What could be so important as to make you children come here alone, without telling your mother too?"
"Oh, that…" Yossef began looking at Yehan and Ezra as if for support. Yehan gave his twin a little nudge on the ribs. Ezra remained silent. Yossef was the eldest and it was mainly his idea. He should do the talking.
Yossef cleared his throat. "Well, Dad, you haven't signed those divorce papers yet, have you??"
"Of course not son, I would never sign those papers." Quatre replied.
"Well, why don't you sign them Dad??" Yehan piped up.
Quatre gave Yehan an incredulous look. "Huh?"
Yossef and Ezra glared at Yehan. Idiot…
"Dad, what he meant is… maybe, you should sign those papers… for now."
"What??!"
"Just sign them for now." Yossef repeated.
Quatre looked disappointed. "… I thought you children wanted your mother and I together…"
"We do!!" The twins cried.
"Of course we do!!" Ezra said at the same time.
"I want Mommy and Daddy back!!" Wendy whimpered.
Quatre was confused now. "Then why…"
"Because we want you together, that's why!!" Ezra rolled his eyes. "Not signing just makes Mom angrier at you and more determined to battle this out with her. And… Dad, you don't know how Mom is obsessing over it, you know how she feels like when she thinks she's not getting something done…"
His mother's sad face would forever be etched in Ezra's memory. "Quatre does not care enough about me to think about my happiness…"
"I know…" Quatre said guiltily.
"Well, Dad, you can sign under the provisions that you will go to court with her, but instead of negotiating terms of divorce with her, you will be against the divorce. She gets to go on the legal battle with you as she wants… then you can do stuff, stall her—don't let her win!!"
"She'll be so impatient she'll finally give it up. And she'll go back to you because that's what she really wants."
Quatre sighed. "That's easy to say, but…"
"Please Dad, I don't like seeing Mom sad—either of you sad." Ezra begged. "It has to be resolved now and that involves going to court. Besides, the law—"
"Yeah, that's right the thing." Yossef gestured.
"They say if you don't respond to her case soon, she can charge you with something else. That would just cause more trouble and she can use it against you to get the divorce."
They're right… Quatre looked at his sons, his heart welling with pride. How can his thirteen year-old twin sons and their twelve year-old brother be so wise? It is wrong to drag my feet… it's just that, I hate fighting with Dorothy in any way… And this time, she'll be stabbing me right through the heart…
"Think about it Dad." Yehan said. "You sign. You two go court. Then one way or another, you can force her to pay you a visit, and you know…" The younger twin wiggled his unusual eyebrows suggestively.
Quatre raised an eyebrow sternly. "What are you implying, young man?"
"Oh come on Dad." Yehan rolled his eyes. "Whenever Mom is forced to come to your office, divorce papers at hand, you somehow get to consummate the marriage."
Quatre's jaw dropped open in pure shock.
Yossef laughed. Ezra couldn't help but laugh despite himself.
"Why are you laughing??" Wendy looked up from looking through their Dad's pockets and stared at her brothers.
Quatre finally found his voice again. "Boys!!" He looked outraged and his normally pale face was an interesting crimson shade.
Yossef rolled his eyes. "Dad, we weren't born yesterday. You and Mom already gave us the talk. We know, okay, we know."
A rare serious expression settled on Yehan's face. "But Dad, the point is, the court will see she willingly keeps up relationships with you. They won't grant her a divorce if your lawyer is good enough…"
"We know he is…" Ezra said admiringly. Mister Chlumsky was one of the Winner Corporation's lawyers and the one that handles Quatre's legal affairs as well. Everyone knew he was one of the best.
Quatre didn't know what to say. "………."
"Dad, what's consum… consu-wait?" Wendy asked.
"You mean consummate?" Yehan said.
"AHEM—" Quatre cleared his throat loudly. "Anyway…"
"Sounds like a plan, right??" Yossef said.
"Who thought of this?" Quatre asked.
"The twins did." Ezra said.
"Not without your help of course!!" Yossef said.
"Yeah!!" Yehan enthused, grabbing Ezra and rubbing his knuckles on the latter's head. "The little prick is good for something after all!!"
"Ouch!!" Ezra complained, struggling to throw off Yehan.
"Ezra, having already set himself on being a lawyer, looked up divorce cases." Yossef explained. "After all, why not start on a personally relevant study, eh?"
"Yeah!! And he told us about the relations thingy!!" Yehan chirped.
Quatre glanced a wary glance at his (much to his relief) confused daughter. "Okay, okay, I get the picture," he said before Yehan could say anymore.
The door swung open. "Excuse me Master Quatre, the delivery personnel have come." Said Ali.
"I see. I will be down in a minute." Quatre puts down Wendy. "I will be back soon." He stepped out of the study.
A tiny face peeked from the door. Ali motioned to it, "Do not disturb your siblings, Master Albert."
"Albert!!" Wendy cried.
"It's okay, Ali." Yossef said.
"C'mere, Albert!" Yehan called.
Their four year-old half-brother came in, looking timidly up at them. Yehan grabbed him and rubbed his knuckles on Albert's head. "Long time no see, squirt!!"
"Ow!!" Albert cried.
"Stop that!!" Dorothy yelled at her older brother. The twins laughed. Yossef bent down to ruffle Albert's hair fondly. Ezra merely watched them, an indifferent look on his face.
"Say hi to Ezra, Albert."
"Hi older brother." Albert said shyly.
He's about as bright as his dim-witted mother, Sera. "Hi." Ezra muttered.
While Wendy and Yehan entertained themselves with Albert, Yossef took Ezra aside. "Ezra," Yossef reprimanded quietly. "You're so cold towards our other siblings."
"… Say whatever you want, but it's difficult for me to accept them as siblings." Ezra told him loudly.
"Hey!!" Yehan exclaimed angrily.
"They're Dad's children too." Yossef told Ezra.
"But…" Ezra looked at Albert. He looked just like his mother, the fourth wife. He had hair the same sickening shade of blond the color of straw, nothing like the silvery blond glory that was Dorothy Catalonia's hair. And Albert had the same dull blue eyes too, nowhere as vibrant as the ice blues the twins inherited from their beautiful mother. Tch, they both look stoned, mother and son. Ezra smirked.
"They don't have mother's blood." Ezra said, referring to Albert and their three other half-siblings.
Yossef shook his head. "That's so European…"
"You're awful, Ezra!!" Yehan declared. "We're still siblings!!"
By this time, Wendy has realized that something was very wrong between her brothers and whatever the dispute may be, it involved her little half-brother. She hugged Albert.
"I can hear shouting from way down the hallway." Quatre said. "Why are you fighting?"
"Dad, Ezra is being difficult!!" Yehan announced.
Idiot… Yossef elbowed his twin. "Well, Dad, you see—"
"Will you please leave right now, I want to have a talk with my siblings and my father." Ezra told Albert coldly.
Albert looked about ready to cry. "But—"
"Leave—now!!" Ezra barked before Quatre or his siblings could stop him. "My mother has more authority than your mother!! When my mother talks, your mother runs!! I expect you to do the same!! Now run back to Sera!!"
Albert whimpered like a kicked puppy and ran out the study.
"YOU BASTARD!!" Yehan screamed. Yossef restrained him from punching Ezra. Wendy had clung on to their father, frightened at Ezra's and Yehan's sudden outbursts.
"Why did you do that to your brother, Ezra…" Quatre asked looking disappointed and sad.
Ezra was looking on the floor, his face shadowed by his tousled blond hair. "Dad… I kinda understand why Mom does this…"
"What do you mean?" Quatre whispered.
He looked up, staring at Quatre, his own green eyes mirroring the sadness and disappointment on Quatre's face. "It's hard enough for me to share you Dad, even with the twins and Wendy, being the middle child and all. It's even harder for me to have to share you with our half-siblings."
A look of pain crossed Quatre's face. "Ezra—"
"Dad, what about Mom??" The boy continued. "All her lady friends don't have to share their husbands and all her gentlemen friends have only one wife."
Quatre tried to explain again. "Ezra, that's because—"
"Don't be stupid, Ezra, it's tradition." Yehan hissed.
"Mom's friends are mostly Europeans, or at least, non-Mideasterns…" Yossef said quietly.
"You, Wendy!!" Yehan said sharply. "Do you mind Dad having other wives?? That we have other siblings."
"No." Wendy replied, her innocent aquamarine eyes looking upset. "I love Albert and the other babies…"
"You see??" Yehan snarled. "Aren't you ashamed that our baby sister has more maturity than you??!"
"Master!!" Ali burst in the room, oblivious of the tension. "Rashid is here!! Mistress Dorothy was quicker than we thought. I haven't even called yet—"
"We're leaving, goodbye." Ezra plucked Wendy off Quatre and strode purposefully out the study.
"But I want to play with Albert!!" Came Wendy's voice as Ezra carried her down the hall.
"We'll play with Mom."
"Bye Dad." Yossef said. "Sorry about Ezra."
Yehan scowled. "He can be such an ass—"
"Yehan!!" Quatre scolded.
"Okay, okay, I'll clean my mouth!!" Yehan promised.
"Goodbye…" Quatre murmured sadly as he watched them walk out the door.
Author's Notes: Ohohohohoh!!! o Lovely kids, ne? I'll bet some of you are freaking mad at Ezra now who happens to be my personal fave . He gets better. You'll see. By the way I am aware that there is also an "other woman" in the 4D "Love Will Not Die" at Story ID: 903311 fic named "Sera" but this Sera is different. She's not even my OC, really, I just took the little stiff-haired, ugly witch bitch from Suikoden 3 and plunked her in the Gundam universe.