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His back was to her and she had been staring at it for about 30 seconds. To say she felt silly standing outside of her bedroom just watching her husband would be a mayor understatement, but she knew he was upset with her… for something totally ridiculous. Still, she felt unsure... Sigh. Deciding her doubts were stupid, she blamed it on the hormones and entered the room.
"Quatre, have you seen Fadilah? It's time for her to go to bed and I can't find her. She was already falling asleep on the plane and I'm afraid she wandered somewhere outside the gardens and fell asleep…again..." Her walk towards the vanity table was calm and once she reached the mirror, she sat and started undoing her hair.
"She's staying with Halim downstairs." After a few seconds of silence he turned around and found her staring at him, her hands tangled in her blond tresses, her hair half undone. She looked…incredibly attractive. He remembered the scene at Heero's garden just a couple of hours before and the way that man had been staring at his Dorothy and felt his blood boil-
The Duchess saw something flash behind her husband's eyes before he spoke, "You want some help?"
"…Yes, please." Her back to him, she watched him move towards her from the mirror, but couldn't hear him walking, giving her the impression like something dangerous was stealthily approaching…
He was really upset.
The rest of the night at the Yuy's had been uneventful after the girls' unsuccessful raid towards the fountain, and Quatre had finally left her alone to her wanderings, but she couldn't really say she had enjoyed his intense stares from afar. It made her jumpy, causing her to glance at him once in a while because she couldn't gossip freely with the rest of the party guests. Even Relena noticed and told her to be calm, that Quatre was just being careful and overprotective, that it was a Gundam-pilot general trait. Dorothy had nodded with a little laugh, and thanked her friend. But the ex-Foreign Minister was ignorant of what had happened at the garden. She didn't want Relena to worry during her son's party so she didn't tell. The Winners' travel back from New Port City had been quiet, with the kids tired enough to not make a racket, and with him being stupid enough to remain inside his thoughts…she disliked that side of him.
His hands on her hair were careful and tender. Of course he would never ever harm her.
"Why you let them go to the base this late? Do the guys know? I don't want my babies trapped down there."
"They wanted to go so I told Rashid and he went with them." His hands had just unstuck her orchid hairpin and carefully put it next to the hairbrush, letting her long hair flow free from its bindings.
"But even Fadilah? You almost never let her go." Her eyes finally made contact with his through their reflection. He looked away and she grabbed him by the sleeve before he could go back to his corner. "Can you please quit?"
"Quit what Dorothy?"
"This."
He took her hand in his and bent down to kiss her cheek before smiling. "I don't know what you're talking about, love." He pulled her to her feet and unzipped her dress, missing the moment when her eyes narrowed. She was never one for patience, and right now her stupid ex-pilot of a husband had just made her reach her limit.
"Stop it. Don't touch me." She retreated a few steps back and glared, effectively startling Quatre for a second. His eyes showed complete misery right after and she fumed. Why did she have to go and marry such an idiot?
His smile was sad when he nodded before moving towards their bed. "Of course."
Her initial shock only lasted a fraction of a second before being replaced by the stinging sensation of tears. Stupid hormones had to exist and make her weaker every time. But she wouldn't cry because Quatre was being a brat. No she wouldn't. She was going to kick him until he saw his mistake and then she would kick him some more for being stupid and maybe even stab him again and then-
And then she felt her baby move and the waterworks went off. She sobbed.
The Arabian was beside her instantly. "Dorothy! Dorothy, love, a-are you ok, are you hurting?" His hands were all over her face, tucking her hair behind her ears and checking her forehead for fever.
"Yes. And it's your fault." Her watery eyes were staring accusingly at him, and he could only blink. What in the world had he done to hurt her? Had he accidentally pulled her hair earlier? His confused face fueled her anger and she slapped his hands away, stomping her way to the closet while harshly wiping her tears and pulling her lilac dress off.
"Did I pull your hair? I'm sorry; I was trying to be caref-"
"That's not it." She once again slapped his hands away from her shoulders and turned around, with him following.
"Then I don't know! But you must calm down; it's not healthy for y-"
Argh! "That's not it!" Turning abruptly to face him, his hands were up in front of him in a calming gesture that just served to make her feel even more frustrated, "I know you saw me with Victor!" She hadn't had intended to raise her voice, but it still made quite an impression on her husband, who stood a few feet away from her. His mouth opened and closed, and she crossed her arms waiting for his answer. He kept silent, she started tapping her foot.
"Speak. Now."
He opened his mouth again, but nothing came out. He was befuddled. He had been trying to keep it cool and stay calm, but apparently he had failed miserably. What could he tell now? Yes, he was jealous, but just a little. Ok, maybe a lot more than a little. But he couldn't say that to Dorothy or she would call him stupid and be distressed and that wasn't healthy for her and the baby. Oh wait, she was already pretty distressed.
"I'm going to cry, Quatre." Blinking back her tears, a few of them rolled down her face and that was her husband's cue. He sprinted towards her and hugged her tightly, hiding his face in her slightly wavy hair.
"I'm sorry Dorothy. I'm sorry." He kissed her neck and heard a muffled sob; he gave her a small squeeze, "Please don't cry. I don't know what to do when you cry."
"Then stop being an immature jealous husband and don't ignore me."
He didn't know why but he chuckled, "Actually I was trying to be mature." He allowed her a little distance and looked down, "I know I failed…" Her eyes were shouting idiot! back at him, and he sighed "…and I'm an idiot." A slight twitch at his wife's lips let him know he had convinced her. He smiled and cleaned her eyes with his necktie, not caring about her make-up.
She uncrossed her arms and hugged him back, resting her head on his shoulder. "You're so silly Quatre, why would you be jealous of Mr. Lloyd?"
"Uh, because you almost married him?"
She huffed and punched him slightly on the chest, "But that was almost eleven years ago! You can't possi-"
"Well, I am." He looked straight into her eyes and she went silent. "I know it's been years since I last saw you together, but I never liked him. The way he stared at you like you were the moon-" she frowned, "Only I can do that." She kept on frowning, but a blush had crept over her cheeks and the blond man found her stubbornness immensely cute. "Seeing you there, standing in the sunset with him by your side… I couldn't help but remember that he could have been your children's father. That maybe something still lingered-"
Dorothy sighed and looked up at him with a deadpan stare. "Excuse me, who did I marry?"
"…Me."
"And whose child am I expecting? For the third time, actually."
"Mine…hopefully." The punch she gave him now was definitely not playful. He tightened his hold on her to stop her from struggling out of his embrace, "Sorry, my bad."
"You disgust me."
"But you love me."
She sighed and stilled herself, "Sadly, I do. More than I ever imagined."
"And I love you too." He tenderly kissed her and she let him, tangling her fingers in his hair to deepen it. He complied eagerly for a few minutes before breaking the kiss. "Maybe we should get under the covers. You're cold."
Dorothy then realized she had been standing around in only her underwear. She quirked an eyebrow, "Have you enjoyed the show, Mr. Winner?" Weeeell...having an argument with her husband while wearing just a bra and panties was nothing new to her.
"Of course." He gave her a quick kiss before dragging her towards the bed, "There was something really sexy about you pouting while standing half naked with your cute belly showing, and trying to be strict and not to cry-ow. Ow! Stop, lov-ow!"
She really liked to hit him but he couldn't deny he also loved it when she blushed, and was willing to endure her beating. Stilling her hands by grabbing them suddenly, he pulled his wife for another kiss, this one deeper and more passionate. He didn't let go until she stopped struggling.
"Quatre… I'm cold," she whispered seductively into their kiss. They were inside the covers in a matter of milliseconds, and Dorothy chuckled, "A bit impatient, Mr. Winn-"
"Your fault." He interrupted her with a string of kisses that left her with no desire to keep talking.
"Daaaddy?"
He dreamt he was at the sea, and the waves had been gently rocking him, but after a few seconds they got rougher and rougher…
"Daddy!"
An aquamarine eye popped open and found another set of aquamarine eyes staring eagerly at him. "What is it, honey? Weren't you down at the base…" He closed his eye and tried to snuggle into his wife's warm body, but his daughter shook him again.
"No, Daddy. Don't sleep!"
Quatre suddenly turned over and hauled his daughter into the covers, making her squeal and giggle. "Daddy!"
"Shh. Your mother is sleeping." Fadilah's little hands covered her mouth and nodded, making her father smile. He made sure she was fully covered by the bed sheets and propped himself on an elbow. "Now, what is it, sweetheart?"
She stared up at him, snuggled closer to his bare chest, and yawned. "The beis was dark."
"You don't like the base?"
With her eyes closed, she shook her head.
"Do you want to sleep here?"
She nodded. Her father kissed her forehead and tucked his arm under her messy blond curls, before settling down on the mattress.
"Better?"
She smiled and snaked her little arm around his neck before her breathing slowed down into peaceful slumber. Quatre followed soon.
The sight that greeted Dorothy the next morning was so perfect she nearly tripped while going to look for the camera.
"Mom? Mom, I can't find-"
"Shhhh." She glanced at her son, who had just entered the room and watched his worried expression change into one of relief before smirking.
"Aha! She's here. Tricky little-" his mother raised an eyebrow and Halim quickly composed his sentence, "-sweet angel. She said she wasn't afraid of sleeping down, but she came back up when we weren't looking."
"Worried, darling?"
"No. Maybe…just a little. I'm the older brother." Dorothy watched her son blush while shrugging in what appeared to be a nonchalant manner and pinched his cheek.
"Such a sweet handsome guy, you're just like your father."
"M-mom!" The boy squirmed out of her grasp and stood frowning a few feet away from her. "Why are you taking a photo?"
His mother just giggled.
Resting on his back, his neck bent in an awkward position while their daughter was resting almost atop of him, was Quatre; still soundly asleep even with the sun already high up. The photo click made him stir and he lazily opened his eyes, first grimacing at the soreness of his neck, then taking a look at his sleeping girl and later realizing his son and wife standing before them with a camera. She had one of the most beautiful smiles he had ever seen her show; it spoke volumes of how much she loved him and he knew for sure that smile was just for him.
He smiled back. It had been obvious from the start.
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