This story is a sequel to One Last Chance. I reread One Last Chance and then reread the sequel I had started and decided why not finish it! I hope you enjoy!

Summary: (because OLC is 38 chapters long, though I still think you should read it. ) Duo and Heero meet while Duo is in a relationship with another man. This other man cheats on dear Duo-chan and is swiftly kicked out of his life. However, Duo just happened to be pregnant – the result of an experimental surgery. Heero and Duo start out as friends and move to lovers. After many trials, attempts on their lives and a very dangerous delivery of a beautiful little girl, the story ends.

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CHAPTER 2

Duo had Camille strapped to his back and was nimbly winding his way through a grocery store. Since Heero usually came home stressed out and hungry, Duo felt it would be nice if there could be food ready. Unfortunately for Duo, he just didn't seem destined for the life of a housewife. His true talents seemed to persistently remain in car repair; for he had only mastered three or four dishes. Tonight was going to be different though, this was the night he got Hamburger Helper right.

He had been attempting it for sometime now, but he had a plan and a lot of advice from other people and he was going to make an edible meal. Chinese and pizza were getting old, it was time for some beef casserole. With a determined look, he checked out and brought the meal (and some snacks and frozen t.v. dinners (just in case)) back to his kitchen.

It was nearly 8:30 when Heero came home. Duo had already put Camille to bed, so he was waiting for Heero when he arrived home. Heero set his things down on the kitchen table and sat wearily in his chair. Almost like a sitcom father, he began to massage his temples and sigh. Of course the very thought of Heero as a sitcom father was quite humorous and Duo found himself chuckling aloud as he walked over to Heero.

Heero looked up and smiled while Duo plopped down next to him. "What's so funny?"

Duo smiled and said simply, "Sitcoms." Heero looked confused, but seemed to realize that it wasn't worth the time or effort to figure it out.

Duo poked Heero in the side. "I made Hamburger Helper for dinner tonight." Heero looked cautiously interested, "and its edible." Duo stood and proudly took the plate from the fridge and stuck it in the microwave.

"So, what happened at work today that made you so late?" it was said gently, so Heero wouldn't think that he was angry.

"Hn," the microwave beeped and interrupted Heero, but Duo had a feeling that was all Heero intended to say.

"Hn. . . meaning nothing? Something?" Duo prodded, placing the plate of steaming food in front of Heero.

"Something."

"Are you going to tell me what? Or will I have to tickle it out of you?" Heero smiled in response to Duo's threat and shook his head. To be honest, Heero had been gleaned of that weakness long ago, but recently he seemed to have become ticklish again – he seemed to enjoy it.

"There has been talk for months now, arguments between politicians and countries, different sort of disagreements," Heero ran a hand through his hair, "But all of a sudden one of these politicians threatened to go to war."

Duo was silent and Heero began eating his food, seemingly forgetting he was in the middle of a conversation. Duo waited, fighting his impatience and let Heero eat. Heero looked up and caught his gaze, "It's pretty good."

"Well thank you, Mr. Yuy," Duo said with mock servitude and Heero grinned a little; however, he didn't seem interested in continuing the conversation, so Duo let it drop. Duo pulled his seat closer to Heero's and whistled softly in his ear. Heero shivered and suddenly seemed to remember something. He looked at Duo.

"Duo, I have a surprise for you," Heero stood and pulled Duo along with him, suddenly excited and animated – the stress of the day disappearing. Before he opened the back door, "Close your eyes Duo."

Duo obliged and was pulled into the garage. Something small and metallic was placed in his hands. He knew what it was immediately. He opened his eyes and stared in delight at what stared at him.

It was a car, but to say it that way was to simplify it. It wasn't just a car it was a Chrysm 2XG. Duo drooled, it was a car that was, in the most modest terms, a scaled down version of a racing car. It was (supposedly) silent, fast, smooth and safe. Duo wanted to kiss it. He looked at Heero and saw Heero's look of pride at Duo's reaction. Duo took a step toward it then stopped – like a ten ton brick had just crashed right into him.

Duo had been despairing of the rather frumpy looking car he had been driving for a while. It was the most logical, having Camille and all. They had picked it up soon after she was born, because Duo's motorcycle just didn't seem to be the most appropriate.

"Heero, its a wonderful, beautiful, fantastic car, but-" Duo almost didn't want to say it "-where would I put Camille?" Heero smiled again and pulled Duo to the car.

"I had it customized, just for you." He opened the door and revealed a deeper interior, with more room than the standard 2XG had. Duo laughed. How Heero-like – always plan ahead. He jumped up onto Heero and gave him a very thorough kiss.

"Come upstairs Heero and let me thank you properly," Duo said impishly and he ran away from Heero, laughing like crazy as he did. Heero followed, taking off his clothes as he ran. He was going to have fun . . .

That night, as Duo finally drifted off to sleep, he decided that he was going to do something for Heero. Why wouldn't he, Heero deserved it.

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Duo loaded Camille up from her little crib and hooked her into her car seat in the back of his new car and left work. He had been going crazy at home doing nothing, it wasn't in his nature to sit back and let someone else bring in all the money. Of course Heero had said that Duo was doing more than his fair share of work, staying home with Camille and such – but Duo just couldn't sit at home like that. She was a handful, no doubt, but he could at least hit the garage a few times a week.

As a general rule, he made sure to get Camille home after such a long day (of being spoiled and played with by Sam and Jerry, his two mechanics), but today he had something else in mind. He headed into the city and stopped in front of a rather unimposing building. He went inside with Camille stuffed carefully onto his back.

He didn't bother to check in with the nurse anymore. He was here to often. If the doctor had a patient, he waited, otherwise he would generally barge right on in. Today seemed to have been a good day as the doctor didn't seem busy at the moment.

"Er, Dr. Croats?" The aged doctor that was partly responsible for the little adorable bundle on his back The good doctor looked almost as if he had been fretting. When he saw Duo though his face cleared.

"Ah, Duo just the man I wanted to see," Well, he said it but he promptly turned around and began cooing over Camille. Duo had been rather worried for awhile that Dr. Croats would see Camille as nothing but an experiment – but he doted upon her like a grandfather.

"Well, what did you need to see me for?" Duo asked as he took Camille off his back and out of her carrier.

"What did you need to see me for?" He said genially, ignoring Duo's question. Duo narrowed his eyes, but came to the conclusion that he had just been too busy with Camille to hear him.

"Well, I was actually wondering about how hard it would be to. . . ya know, have another kid." Dr. Croats suddenly ceased his cooing at Camille and raised himself up, looking Duo in the eye.

"Not difficult at all," he said slowly and carefully. "In fact it would be easier then you might imagine."

Duo laughed, "Okay, doc? Easy isn't quite the word, and I'm not saying I'm ready to pop out another baby-" He took a deep breath, realizing he was babbling and slowed down, "I just wanted to know, in case Heero and I wanted to have another child."

Dr. Croats returned Camille to Duo and then turned and sat down very stiffly. Duo was getting the feeling that something was up. "You see Duo, when I was stitching you up after you gave birth to Camille, I also did some other . . . minor surgery."

Duo watched him suspiciously, "What kind of surgery?"

"Delivering Camille nearly killed you; so while I was stitching you up – I added a birth canal... of sorts. I didn't have much of a choice. All I could think in my mind was I should have done this right way, then you wouldn't have been in so much trouble last time." Duo stood up rapidly, but didn't say a word – seeming almost at a loss. Dr. Croats added hastily, "Which means you can deliver the child and . . . rather easily get pregnant."

"Easily?" Duo stepped closer. "You're not saying I could be pregnant, are you?"

"No, no, not at all." Dr. Croats, "but I could make it so that you could become pregnant without anymore messy surgery." Duo relaxed, for a moment he was seriously worried.

"How do I do that?"

"Well, its not that hard. There is a chemical – call it a hormone – that would need to be injected since you are two males. . . Afterwards you'll have to use protection to keep from getting pregnant, though."

"That sounds far too easy and uncomplicated. Easy and uncomplicated make me nervous. . ."

"Easy from your end Duo. Where I am standing, it's still a good amount of work, There is still a very minor surgery that has to be completed. At the time I wasn't sure how to complete the surgery. I am a little worried that your body might. . . try to adapt and ruin what has been done." Duo raised a questioning eyebrow. "Which just means that I feel I should finish the process soon."

"Alright, well. . ." Duo by nature was not a thoughtless man, but he did have a tendency to jump headlong into things without giving them the proper consideration, "What the heck? Let's do it." He smiled at the doctor.

Tsutsuku

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