Title: A Few Minutes Grace
Author: Karina
Rating: PG
Pairing: Milliardo + Relena + Heero
Notes: Challenge 232. Baby Series 4 #151. Takes place a few hours following Grown Up.
Spoilers: None
Warnings:
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine.
Title: A Few Minutes Grace
"I was under the impression you were looking over official documents."
Relena, with Heero just one step behind her, was looming over him, shading the light from the magazine resting on his thighs. Relena stripped off heavy gloves, the temperature of the room making a quick impression on the warmly bundled young woman.
Heero, too, was dressed in gear one would expect to wear if venturing out into the Sancian winter. Few people ventured out of the heated rooms without taking extreme measures to combat the icy chill. It would take weeks, Milliardo was sure, to raise the core temperature of the building to tolerable levels. Not that they would be able to spare the resources to do so, he mused.
"Am I not permitted even a few minutes grace? Facts, figures and dissertations can be mind numbingly boring after a few hours."
"And knowing you, you've been working more than just a few hours," Relena sighed, settling herself on the arm of the overstuffed armchair Milliardo occupied. "So who ordered you to find something a little more relaxing to do for a while?"
Milliardo sighed. "Duo stole the diplomatic pouch."
Relena giggled softly. "I must remember to reward him. Do you think a knighthood would be too much?"
Milliardo scoffed. "It is inconvenient, but I admit I have enjoyed the rest."
"So what exactly are you... Ooohh, he's nice. Great legs and those hindquarters... Showjumper?"
"Yes. Sanc once had a fine equestrian tradition. We boasted top stallions and brood mares, but our stock is practically nonexistent now."
"The stables have a few carriage horses in them, and one or two decent mares. I have no memory of what it was like before the war, but I have had the chance to see some photo's of some of the bloodstock we once had."
"It is a long road back from the war, but we will walk it with pride and determination. It will take time, but we will get to the stage where Sanc once again walks on equal terms with the world. Even with our equestrian teams."
"Is it not a touch early to consider purchasing breeding stock?" Relena questioned, her head never lifting from the magazine.
"Our budget will not lend itself to acquiring new bloodstock, but it is good to get to know what is available. We still have a few decent mares, perhaps we might manage to present them to a decent stallion or two. I sent the best of our stallions to the mountains for a breeding season, and the heavy stallion will be sent at the end of the year. I intent to assess our bloodstock and just how good it is. The war will have destroyed much of the records, but we may be able to piece together something decent in the way of a register."
End
Karina Robertson 2014