untitled Fic Sequel (sequel to untitled Preggy Duo Fic)

Note: This takes place 3 Years after the Untitled Preggy Duo Fic

-----part 1-----

It wasn't easy looking after a toddler. The boy manage to run the Perfect 
Soldier ragged everyday. On some nights, Heero was plagued with nightmares about 
OZ bringing the four surviving Gundam Pilots to their knees with armies of 
toddlers all asking inane questions, for glasses of water, or to be told bedtime 
stories.

"Daddy haff a bad d'eam?" the infant, whom Heero had named Shinigami, after Duo 
(and because he suspected that Duo would do the same), was standing by the bed 
holding the teddy bear Quatre had given him for his third birthday. Quatre had 
given him several, starting up a nice collection, but this one was his newest 
and his favorite so far. "Here." he held out the little bear. "You s'eep wiff 
Benji Bear tonigh. He keep 'way bad d'eams."

Heero had to smile at that. "Duo used to do that." he remembered. "He'd always 
give me a special kiss and make the bad dreams go away."

"Duo-mommy?" Shinigami asked. He knew Duo was a boy, but also knew he came from 
inside Duo, though he was blessedly unaware of the horrifying details involved 
in the pregnancy and fatal birth. Boys were usually daddies, but mommies carried 
the babies, so he'd decided that Duo was his mommy, even if he was a boy.

"That's right." Heero brushed a tear away and hugged the child.

"Unca' Heewo!" a two year old called from the doorway. "I can't s'eep, an daddy 
an' mommy are bouncing awoun', so they don't want me wiff them right now."

"Okay, Aegis, come on in."

Little Aegis Peacecraft-Winner bounded into the room and pounced on Heero, 
hugging him close.

After the war had ended, barely a week after Duo's death and the subsequent 
rampage of Heero Yuy in which a majority of OZ facilities were taken down, they'd 
noticed a change in Trowa. The boy had been able to avoid dealing with his past 
traumas while the war was on, and there were present traumas and horrors to deal 
with. But with those distractions gone, he had been forced to deal with issues 
he'd buried deep within his psyche. Quatre had tried to help, and for a while it 
seemed to be working... until the horrible night when Trowa had purposely leaned 
into the path of one of the knives Catherine had been throwing in their act.

Quatre had been totally devastated and Rashid had been sure that the boy would 
not survive the heartbreak. Relena was still coming around pestering Heero. She 
began to attend to Quatre, originally hoping that the kind acts would score 
points with Heero. After a few weeks, however, she realized that she wasn't even 
thinking of Heero anymore. And Quatre, though still grieving, seemed to be 
slowly recovering. Neither of them could answer the question of how they ended 
up making love one night. It was spontaneous and there was a natural beauty in 
their coupling. When Relena had discovered she was carrying Quatre's child, the 
heir to the Winner Estate had immediately asked her to marry him, being as 
honorable as he was kind. Relena had accepted and the wedding had taken place at 
the Winner Estate.

Their child was two now and Relena had taught her to call the Perfect soldier 'Uncle 
Heero', or as the child would say 'Unca Heewo'. 

-----TBC-----