Kandice: Sorry for the delay. I wound up starting college. It was a last minute kind of thing and it's been pretty rushed the past few weeks. Between all of that and other drama in my life, it's been pretty hard to concentrate on writing. But here is a new chapter for all my fans... complete with it's own little lime, just for being patient with me. Thanks!

Enough For Now

Hilde paced back and forth across the living room rug, scenarios running through her mind. Occasionally her hand unconsciously brushed across her stomach. She was still shocked herself at the doctor's diagnosis. She'd never thought that those anti-biotics she'd taken after breaking her wrist at work would lead to this. No-one had warned her, no-one had said anything.

Besides the vomiting, she'd had no other symptoms, and she'd been dismissing the hot-flashes and occasional nausea for weeks now. She hadn't put on any weight that anyone could notice, but now that her attention was captured, she imagined that she was a bit more round at her waist than she once was. How the hell could this have happened to her?

And why now, of all times?

She looked up as she heard the door open, and she watched as her husband entered the house. He was smiling, which meant a good day at work, progress on a case- the case. She was happy for him. He enjoyed what he did, he liked doing it just as she liked tinkering around under the hoods of cars.

"Hilde... how are you feeling? You said you weren't sick, but something had to be wrong." He set his briefcase down, taking off his jacket and shoulder holster before coming to wrap his arms around her.

"Duo... I... I'm sorry," she said, tears on the brink of falling. That wasn't how she'd planned on starting this. But that's what came from her lips as she hugged him back.

Duo was frowning now. Something had to be wrong.

He pulled back, cradling her face in his hands until he could stare into her dark eyes.

"Hilde... what's the matter? You can tell me... please."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she cried. "I didn't mean for it to happen. But... the anti-bitotics and the birth-control... doctor said it didn't... didn't work right.... and, and..."

Duo blinked. "Hilde..." he said firmly, then kissed her soundly. "Babe... slowly. Think, breath, then speak. You're not making any sense."

Hilde stopped, took a deep breath as she thought out her words. It seemed to work, for it calmed her. When she finally spoke again, she wasn't crying, though her words were soft, quiet.

"The anti-biotics from when I broke my wrist?" She waited for his nod before continuing. "Apparently the anti-biotics make the birth-control pill not as effective. Duo, oh, I'm sorry. Duo... I'm pregnant."

She brought her eyes up to his, looking into confused violet depths. For moments he just stood there, her face cupped in his hands.

"Duo, oh, please say something- anything. Duo, please. I didn't..."

"You're pregnant," he interrupted, face and voice unreadable.

She nodded miserably.

"And the throwing up, all that getting sick and everything... is... because you're pregnant?"

She nodded again, and was surprised when Duo smiled and kissed her senseless.

"Hilde, what's wrong with that? Why are you so sad? I thought you wanted kids someday?"

"I did... but we decided to wait. Until.... later," she waved a hand, suddenly the confused one. "You've got your case... and the promotion, maybe. The auto-shop is just expanding. It's... not a good time."

Duo laughed, kissing her again.

"Hil, Babe... I was so worried you were sick or something. But... we're going to have a baby. Maybe a little earlier than we wanted... but we're going to have a baby. Hil... this is great. This is wonderful. I'm going to be a Daddy! What did the doctor say? When's the due date? How far along are you? Do you know the sex yet? Oh, God! What are we going to name her?"

It was Hilde's turn to laugh at Duo's excited tone.

"Yes, you'll be a daddy. The doctor's say the baby's in perfect health. The due date's August 12th, and I'm actually four months along. I have an appointment in two weeks to determine the sex of the baby."

"Four months?" Duo asked, awed. He remembered it had been close to five months since Hilde broke her wrist... but beside the occasional puke session, he hadn't noticed anything. She'd not even gained any weight, beside maybe a little bump at her waist he'd simply accredited to way too much eating out lately. But... pregnant? In five months... he'd be a daddy. Simply... wow.

"Wow," he whispered. "Oh, I've got to tell Heero. And Quatre. Oh, Captain Chang should know. And the guys at the precinct. Oh... wow!"

Hilde smiled and sighed, hugging her husband to her.

Disaster averted, she thought, happy to have her fears proved wrong.

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Trowa'd never really kissed anyone before. Well, he'd never kissed anyone before period. Until Quatre. And he discovered that he really, really liked kissing Quatre. Ignoring the odd looks they got from some people, Trowa took every chance he could, public or not, to kiss Quatre. He liked to think that he'd gotten pretty good at it in the last few days. Currently, they were parked in Quatre's silver Mercedes, out in the now dim parking lot of the closed bowling alley. Catherine had left quite a while ago with Alex, and the empath and clairvoyant had had the same idea... only, they'd got sidetracked.

Because Trowa really liked kissing Quatre.

The passenger seat had been completely reclined, and Trowa now had a bubbly blond sitting on his lap, kissing the daylights out of him. His own hands were buried deep in the blond hair, and Quatre's were on his shoulders, holding him down. Now, they hadn't ventured any further than just kissing. Trowa was still too new to this, and Quatre too kind-hearted to press him further. Until now.

Quatre's fingers drifted over his shoulders, down across his chest. Trowa moaned when Quatre's fingers brushed across his nipples through the cotton of his sweater, but he didn't pull away.

"Is this okay?" Quatre asked against his lips, his hands drifting under Trowa's sweater. The new experience of the touch of skin against skin was electrifying for Trowa. All he could do was moan his assent. Quatre moved his lips from Trowa's mouth to his neck, suckling hard enough to leave a mark against the tan flesh. "Not too far," Quatre murmured. "Not that far- not here, not yet. But Trowa... I want to feel you come."

"Hmm?" Trowa knew Quatre was speaking, was asking him for something. But his pleasure hazed mind was having trouble understanding.

"Trowa, do you know what I'm asking?" To further explain, Quatre dropped a hand. One still toyed beneath the shirt with that fascinating pebble, but the other came down to slip under the waist band of Trowa's pants, testing the waters, toying with the hem of Trowa's underwear.

"Quatre?" Trowa panted. Realization slowly found it's way through the mist of ecstasy. Was Quatre asking...

"I won't do anything you don't want," Quatre whispered. "I promise." He began to withdraw his hands. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"No," Trowa interrupted. "I just.... I've never.... Quatre- show me."

"Okay," Quatre replied, letting his hand sink back down under the tented fabric of Trowa's pants. He flicked the button open, drew the zipper back until he could withdraw Trowa's heated length from within it's confines. He looked down through slitted eyes at the treasure he now held in his hand. He delicately brushed his thumb across the head, and brought his eyes up to Trowa's face to see the effect upon his boyfriend/lover. Trowa's eyes drifted closed, his mouth falling open as he panted and mewled, thrusting his hips up into Quatre's touch. Quatre flicked his finger once more over the tip, teasing the slit, before wrapping his hand around Trowa cock and beginning to stroke. Trowa wasn't used to the sensations of ecstasy he was feeling, and the empathic/telepathic bond between them seemed to intensify the emotions somehow, to make every sensation clearer, sharper.

He moaned, cried as he thrust up, helpless to do anything but grind his hips into Quatre's stroking hand. He didn't even notice Quatre's own eyes glazing over as the blond ground his still encased erection against Trowa's thigh, gaining the friction to fuel his own growing climax. He felt Trowa tense as he gasped his pleasure, then felt the rush as Trowa spilt his seed across his hand, his pants, his shirt. He continued to pump, pulling every last drop from his long, lean lover until he felt his own climax steal over him. He gasped his own pleasure as he felt his cock tense, then flood his pants with proof of his passion.

Gasping, he collapsed against Trowa, heedless of the sticky mess.

"Oh.... wow," Trowa whispered.

"Yeah," Quatre agreed, lazily lapping at the red mark he'd left on Trowa's neck. Euphoria still hazed their minds, and it was that reason that Quatre hadn't felt it before, that little pin-prick against his empathy.

"Wha...?" He blinked, leaning up and looking around. That was unusual. With his sheilds up, he usually didn't feel things unless it was very strong... and/or focused on him. Since he could rule out Trowa... who was there...

Trowa was leaning up, worried at the look on his lover's face.

"Quatre?"

"Get down!" He pushed Trowa back down into the seat, covering Trowa with his body even as the report of a gun firing echoed around the empty parking lot. Trowa closed his eyes, pulling Quatre down tighter against him as he heard and felt the glass of the car shattering, raining down upon them.

"What the fuck?" Quatre gasped, rolling off Trowa into the driver's seat, still keeping his head down even as more gunfire filled the air, shattering more windows. He cranked the car and threw it in drive, squealing tires on his way out of the parking lot.

"What the hell was that?" Trowa demanded, worriedly looking over Quatre for any wounds. He noticed that Quatre was speeding... and heading towards the police department. That was pretty logical, considering what had happened.

"I'm not sure," Quatre said, voice gasping, but still calm. "But I think someone just tried to kill us."

To be continued....

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