9-27-2001

I visited with My friend's kid Jude and he did something which killed me laughing, hence this ficlet.

Your Children Jim Morrison

Disclaimers: Don't own, Don't sue. Not making money.
Warnings: Just silliness, really. and OC's.
Pairings: 1+2,3+4
Notes: This is set in my little weird AU world where Duo and Heero and the others have kids.
Feedback: Throw everything you got. Even rope.

 

Duo cringed inwardly as he and Quatre drove up to the house they shared along with their kids and respective spouses.

"Do you think they're done yet?" Duo asked Quatre, who shrugged.

"One way to find out." Quatre replied as they parked the car and got out.

"Hey! We're home!" Quatre called out as he and Duo stepped into the foyer.

The minute he had finished speaking, a small, screaming figure with long hair that was covered in soapsuds streaked past them and into the living room.

"Liam! Get back here! Liam!" An annoyed, soaked and soapcovered Heero yelled out as he chased his son in an effort to get her back into the bathtub.

Duo groaned as he buried his head into his hands. Quatre looked up at the ceiling in an effort to keep his laughter in. But he wasn't very successful, since Liam decided to make another appearance as she went past them and headed towards his parent's room.

"Ha ha, Winner." Heero snarled as he went after his son again.

"I can't help it." Quatre exclaimed as Duo gave him a glare.

Duo was about to open his mouth when he heard a loud splash followed by a string of curses before two naked, long haired little boys, screaming at the top of their lungs ran past Duo and Quatre again.

Quatre collapsed on the floor in a fit of laughter while Duo gave him the evil eye for all he was worth before he chased after his sons.

"Just wait when you have kids, Winner. Just wait." Duo warned him menacingly as he took off.

Quatre just shook his head and laughed as he watched Duo and Heero try to corral their little monsters.

"It won't be for a long time, Maxwell." Quatre hooted out.

"What's so funny?" Trowa appeared then, mildly amused at seeing his lover on the floor nearly having an aneurysm.

"Kids." Quatre managed to get out as the Maxwell-Yuy family made their appearance once again.

Trowa nodded. "I'm glad you find them amusing." He stated simply.

Quatre sobered up. He didn't like that tone of voice.

"Oh Shit." Was all he said before he passed out.

 

Finis

 

Notes: Jude, My friend's kid hates baths and has a habit of running out of the bath naked and covered in soap a whole lot. I thought it was dammned funny and wrote this little silly piece.