Gundam Wing
Duo's Decision
(Sequel to "A Soul Redeemed")
-Part 3-

Relena watched as Duo and Heero danced, slowly, across the ballroom floor. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears of joy, as she watched her brother and brother-in-law, their eyes only on each other, oblivious to the stares some of the guests were giving. She didn't admonish the guests for those stares. They weren't trying to be rude, after all. They just found Duo's condition to be fascinating.

~Who wouldn't find it fascinating?~ she thought to herself. ~I bet even when it becomes commonplace, male pregnancy will still be fascinating. But I bet no other male pregnancy will be as wondrous and as beautiful as Duo's.~

Duo did his best to hide the pain while he and Heero danced. He didn't want to worry his husband.

"I love you, Heero." he whispered into the other boy's ear as they continued to dance.

Heero looked into Duo's eyes as the dance continued, and saw the pain in them. He lead the other boy off the dance floor and over to a corner.

"Duo?" he asked. "What's wrong?"

"You worry too much, Hee-chan." Duo replied. "It's nothing. I'm having some backpains." That was the truth, but Duo was having other pains as well.

"Why don't you go upstairs and rest?" Heero suggested. "I'll join you shortly."

"Don't be stupid, my love." Duo shook his head. "You stay here and entertain our guests. Tell them I'm sorry I had to duck out so suddenly."

"I will, shujin." Heero promised as he traded another kiss with Duo and watched the boy head upstairs to their bedroom.


Duo curled up on his side in the bed that he and Heero shared, clutching the pillow so tightly that his knuckles were white, and began panting heavily. When Quatre had warned him that the curse would visit once again, he'd had his body altered so that he would be able to deliver the child without a c-section. He had known that other doctors would have protested, so he had gone to OZ's doctors, knowing full well that they would have no qualms against making sure a Gundam Pilot died in childbirth.

Now, Duo lay in bed, clenching his fists and teeth in sheer agony, as the delivery of his child slowly tore him apart.