10-4-2001

Gundam WIng
God Bless Heero
by Sephiroth
disclaimer: don't own 'em. Ain't gettin' paid.
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What a nice husband I have. No lie, but you know I never lie. Sometimes I hide stuff, like when I was in a lot of pain during my pregnancy. Part of the reason is that I don't want to worry my friends. But most of it is because I hate hospitals. They scare the hell out of me. Its one thing to be rescuing some cute guy from one and to be free to come and go as I please. But being in the doctors' power, being forced to wear those humiliating hospital clothes with the open backside, while they poke and prod at you with all kinds of needles and drugs and stuff is just something I'd rather not deal with. Of course, being pregnant means I got to visit a doctor's office once a month.

Yes, that's right, I was pregnant. Believe it or not. I don't like to think about all the details. They weren't unpleasant. Just very unromantically scientific. Spoils the mood. And all of that doesn't matter anymore. I'm not in any danger, the baby is fine, and Heero is being very supportive of us both.

Its been a week since our son Sirki was born. Heero helps out with him all the time. He's always grumbling about it, but I see the smile in his eyes, even when he does manage to hide it from his lips. He's as good a father as he is a husband. Laughing, telling the kid stories and jokes about how we met and about all our adventures as Gundam Pilots. Strange. Sometimes I have to remind myself that this is the same guy who used to answer every question or remark with 'Hn.'. To be honest, I expected him to pay very little attention to the baby. Not that I would've liked it if he had treated us like that. I'd have been on his case day and night reminding him that I risked my life so that his son could be here, so he'd better damned well show the kid a little respect. Instead, I find myself discovering a new respect for Heero.

I can see him now, just finishing up some little message on his online diary and going to feed our son. It's his turn to take care of the baby. Lucky him, it was my turn last, and I ended up having to change Sirki's diaper.

By the way. I am not that loud, Mr. Heero Yuy.