Ch 2.: Daddy Time
It wasn't every day, thank God, that the pilots where left babysitting. It was a very rare occurrence, after all they were the best Preventer had and their specialties should and where used elsewhere. However, there were those times when, like all men –boyfriend, father, even brother, where tasked to watch children and this time was like no other. Quatre seemed to be the only one really worried about the children up stairs, the rest of the guys where zoned in on the TV. After all it was a Sunday and football seemed to be the only thing on other than Lifetime movie reruns. Which weren't good when they first aired over two hundred years ago, or where they reruns? Duo couldn't say but when Hilde wasn't home that channel for one wasn't on, how many more Real Housewives of L3 where they going to make? Oh the questions they would ask themselves, but ultimately they were stuck watching football. A man's sport, where big large men in tight pants tackled each other, which seemed prevalent when it rained and Wufei had once and only once questioned the sexuality of his pilots for the sport was kinda gay, a lot gay and Duo shot him a glare and started on about the long history of football.
Quatre glanced up at the ceiling, the children were running around up stairs, yelling and screaming. Being normal kids and he turned back to the game. Duo jumped up cheering as the Brooklyn Vaders scored another touchdown. Duo truly was the only one enjoying himself. Heero had already zoned out and had found another outlet in which to occupy his time – doodling on a sleeping Trowa's face. After all, you should know not to fall asleep at someone else's house, especially when beer is involved. Wufei was mentally kicking himself for agreeing to come to Zero Twos house in the first place and Quatre, being the nice one, was trying to look interested but found himself wondering if it would be easier to do statistics hanging upside down while being water boarded then watching five more hours of football.
As Duo's happy dance ended a loud thud came from upstairs. The children had long fallen silent, and soon a loud wail filled the house. Heero darted away from Trowa as the pilot shot up looking around. Without hesitation, the five pilots rushed upstairs to check on the children only to find them perfectly normal, save Duo's son Duo who sat on the floor, holding his leg. Mariemaia, Jessica and Alexander – Catherine's children and Kathy Po all looked at them from the top of the bunk beds. Quatre frowned and stepped forward.
"What happened?" He was firm and three of the four children on the bed shrunk away. Mariemaia smiled, stroking her Princess dolls hair with a brush. She didn't look at them or even glance.
"We had a vote," it was to the point and stated diplomatically.
"A vote for?"
"For who had to go." She quipped as she separated her dolls hair into sections and began brushing those sections.
The pilots looked at each other, Quatre, Wufei and Duo doing a double take at Trowa. It wasn't an everyday occurrence for children to be diplomatic in any means, but seeing as how Mariemaia was a groomed politician; it wasn't much of a surprise.
"Why did someone have to go?" Trowa asked her and she glanced at him and raised an eyebrow.
"Because we don't all fit up here! So someone had to go, we had a vote and well Duo lost. So we shoved him off!" The little boy on the floor lip started to trembled, "I told him to get his big butt off first, so I gave him a warning." She began braiding the dolls hair, tying it up in buns. Mariemaia hummed to herself, after all they were democratic, took a vote and found Duo was not a good fit for the rest of the kids, she handled it quite nicely or so she thought.
Trowa sighed, "Marie, you can't just go shoving people off beds." The girl looked at him, putting the doll down.
"What's on your face?" Trowa frowned and Duo couldn't help but snicker. Quatre turned away and Wufei and Heero had long gone back down stairs. Trowa backed out of the room and went to the bathroom and stared at himself. Looking back at him was a doodle of a massive penis near his mouth and on his chin where two balls. On his left eye was a monocle and half a curly goatee adored the left side of his face. Thus began Trowa's struggle to remove the marker from his face. Down stairs the guys could be heard laughing, even Quatre.
"I can't believe she pushed him off." Duo snorted, even thought it was his son that ended up hurt. The children were left to play, this time, they were told to share the bed/ kid castle and not to evict anyone, even democratically. Trowa sat down, this time in the chair far away from Heero. The laughing quieted down and Duo sighed, looking at the door. "Hilde is going to kill me." With that, they turned back to the game.
A lot shorter than the first one. After re-watching Gundam Wing, I found that out of all the pilots, Heero, Duo and Trowa get along the best, and Trowa and Heero definitely have a bromance going on. I do think football is kinda gay, like in hot sweaty guy on guy gay. Come on they wear tight pants! So anyways, this idea came to me literarily a week ago. It was a mix of Kevin Hart and the movie 'what to expect when expecting' with the dads group. Could you image what these boys would do to kids if they had them? The part where Chris Rock's son falls down the stairs is all I see, repeatedly, or when he gets hit with a Frisbee or is it a ball.