... It's Domestic! Boogie oogie oogie...
Title: Domestic
Author: Ileana A. (babygray)
Main Pairing: Duo/Heero
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is not mine. This is pure jest.
Notes: This is a 26-part story, made up of noisefics/drabbles/whatever. It's
not chronological, but don't worry too much about that. Reworked, but rough and
un-beta'ed. Enjoy!
Question: Uh... What should I name it?
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--Whachamacallit--
Heero was giving the bundle in his arms a warm, shy smile when I came into the room. He was sitting in a visitor's chair opposite Hilde's bed, covered in a white gown and whispering in colonial to the baby he was cradling gently. From the argument Hilde, Sally and Duo were having by the bed, the boy was still nameless, but that didn't seem to hamper Heero's obvious pleasure.
I slid into a spot by Heero's chair and stared down at the red-faced newborn, which not only did not understand his father's words yet, but was also asleep and oblivious to the miracle of witnessing Heero actually trying to start a conversation. He wasn't much to look at, tiny, scrunched up and bundled in blue. His little fists, pressed against his chest, were as red as his face, and little wisps of thin black hair didn't compliment the boy's appearance either.
I gently stroked one of the baby's fists with my thumb and half-whispered, "I haven't seen an uglier baby since the day you were born."
Heero snorted goodnaturedly. "Don't mind him," Heero murmured against the baby's hair. "Your poor grandpa's jealous."
"We are not going to name him after your favorite fictional character, Hilde," Sally didn't say so much as roared at Hilde, drawing my attention to her. There were spots of high color on her cheeks. "Do you want to scar that boy for life?"
"At least I'm not trying to name our child after an ex-boyfriend!" Hilde returned just as hotly the bed. She looked ready to leap out of it and take up the challenge, despite the fact that she still hasn't completely recovered from the birth.
"For the last time, he's an uncle!"
"Your 'uncle' is younger than I am!"
"Instead of all this arguin'," Duo tried to argue from his position between them as peacemaker, "why not just name him after me?" Somehow, the sheer narcissism of that question was ignored by both women.
"Weren't they supposed to decide this ages ago?" I asked Heero, who was trying to block the baby's ears from their mothers' fight.
"Hilde kept changing her mind."
"We are not going to name him "Rooster Cogburn', Hilde!"
"Well, we're certainly not going to call him 'Wufei'!"
A nurse stormed into the room, looking haggard with stress in her plain yellow scrubs. "Ladies, please," she tried to interject in her soft-spoken voice, "you're disturbing the other patients."
"I wouldn't name my dead parrot 'Rooster'!"
"I'm not saddling my kid with that cheap joke of a name!"
"How dare you call my name a joke!"
"Not your name. Her uncle's."
"That's enough!" the nurse bellowed from the top of her lungs, shutting up all three of them long enough to let them hear the poor nameless baby's screaming wails.
I chuckled in spite of myself as Heero tried to soothe the baby down with a gentle rocking motion. "My goodness, he gets uglier by the minute."
Heero ignored me this time as well as he whispered 'shh' against the baby boy's red, scrunched-up face.