Standard disclaimer, I don’t own the Gundam Boys. No matter how much I wish I did. No money has exchanged hands - nor will it. Quatre, Trowa, Wufei and Duo most probably OOC. This is my first shot at a Gundam fic, so be nice!

“Quatre! I’m leaving, now.” Trowa called, as he opened the door to Quatre’s office. The young blonde sitting behind the desk in the room smiled, as Trowa made his cumbersome way towards him.

When Trowa came within reach, Quatre snaked an arm around Trowa’s ample waistline and drew him to his side. Trowa leaned down to give him a kiss.

“You’re leaving a bit early, love. The tour isn’t until 2:30.” Quatre said, after he and Trowa came up for air.

“I promised Wufei, I’d pick him up and take him with me. Duo isn’t due back from Earth, until 2:15. So, I’m going over to their place first.” Trowa replied, as he rubbed the small of his back. He’d been aching there since late last night.

“Oh, in that case, you better hurry. Duo says, Wufei is getting bitchier the closer his time comes.” Quatre smiled, he was thankful that Trowa’s stoic nature hadn’t changed since he had become pregnant. Trowa smiled, then he turned and walked to the door, half-turned and gave a salute, which Quatre returned and left.

Outside, Trowa wedged his bulk in behind the wheel of the car. Rashid had offered to drive him, but he told the big man not to bother, he’d be fine. He started the car and pulled away from the mansion. Ten minutes later, he pulled up in front of Duo and Wufei’s home, Wufei was standing on the porch, waiting.

He waved and Wufei raised his hand in acknowledgement. As Wufei waddled clumsily towards him, Trowa reflected on the choice, he and Wufei had made.

The technology that made it possible for a male to become pregnant was only a few years old and when Duo and Quatre both decided that they wanted to use it to get pregnant. He and Wufei had both put their foot down - firmly. They would do it first, neither was willing to risk their more emotional and fragile (at least in their eyes) mates. Predictably, Duo and Quatre had put up a fight about it. But, they had stood firm against all entreaty’s, and threats.

So eight months ago, they went and had the procedure and now, things were coming to a head, and he still wasn’t sure about how he felt about Quatre going through this.

He broke out of his thoughts, when the car door opened, and Wufei proceeded to push the seat back. The Chinese ex-pilot was a lot bigger than Trowa, and had learned the hard way, that he needed all the space he could get.

Once Wufei was seated, he greeted Trowa. “Hello, Trowa. I see Quatre let you get away without any of his men tagging along.” “I almost brought Rashid.” Trowa said quietly, as he pulled away from the curb. “Humph!” grunted Wufei. Trowa just smiled.

At the hospital, Trowa and Wufei were ushered into their doctor’s office. Dr. Albert Strong rose to meet them, himself pregnant “Trowa! Wufei!” he said, jovially, “Are you ready for your tour? I’m sorry, but something has come up and I won’t be able to escort you on the tour personally, but Matron Akim is waiting for you on the maternity ward.”

As the doctor talked, he led the two out of his office and down to a bank of elevators. When an elevator opened its doors, Dr. Strong ushered them in. “Now, you just go up to the ninth floor and turn left, you can’t miss it. I’ll see you, later.” The doors closed and the doctor turned away.

“Dr. Strong!” A nurse called, and he turned back to see what she wanted. As he peered over the charts she handed him, an emergency buzzer went off. Dr. Strong went pale when he realized which emergency buzzer it was. “Oh, my God!” he whispered, then he turned and ran for his office.

Wufei and Trowa stood patiently waiting for the elevator to reach its destination. When it stopped and the doors didn’t open, Wufei reached out and pushed the ‘door open’ button, nothing happened. He tried again, and still nothing happened. Trowa tried pushing any button and there was no response. He looked at Wufei, who was looking at him. “I think its stuck.” he whispered. Wufei paled.

At the Winner house, an anguished cry brought people running. Rashid burst through the door, gun in hand. “Master Quatre, what is wrong?” the big man cried, as his eyes swept the room for danger. Quatre came running towards his old friend amid a flurry of paper and data chips. “Rashid! Get my car! Trowa is in trouble! Send Omar to the spaceport! Tell him to pick up Duo and bring him to the hospital! Have Duo paged, so he’ll know Omar’s coming!” Quatre shouted the orders over his shoulder, as he shot out the door.

Rashid pointed at one of the butlers, and snapped, “Did you hear, Master Quatre?” The man nodded. “Then, you call the spaceport!” Rashid took off after the fleet blonde. The butler moved to the desk and placed the call.

At the Spaceport, Duo Maxwell disembarked with the rest of the passengers. It was good to be home! He thought. Well, I won’t be leaving again, until Wu has had the baby, no matter what my agent says. Overhead, a pleasant female voice called, “Paging Duo Maxwell. Paging Duo Maxwell. Please report to the information desk. Paging Duo Maxwell, please report to the information desk.” The voice continued to page him, as Duo made his way to the desk.

“Hello, I’m Duo Maxwell. You have a message for me.” He asked, the pretty young thing, manning the desk. The young woman blushed, as she recognized the man in front of her. She was a big fan of Duo’s, (she had all his albums!) and she never expected to really speak to him. She tried to grab hold of her professionalism with both hands, as she answered, a trifle breathlessly.

“Yes, sir! I have a message from Yuy Memorial Hospital!” A loud beeping interrupted her. “Excuse me, for a moment, please.” She went to answer the vid-phone. A few seconds later, she returned. “Mr. Maxwell, I have another message for you. A Mr. Omar Hassad is coming to pick you up. He asks that you be waiting out front.”

Duo frowned, why would one of Quatre’s men be coming for him? Unless, Duo paled at the thought, God! No! Please, no! Don’t let anything have happen to Wufei! The receptionist watched worried, as several expressions flitted across her idol’s face. He looked like he was about to pass out.

Duo fought for control, and asked in a slightly strangled voice, “You said, you had a message from the hospital?

The woman quickly answered, “Yes, sir! There has been an accident. And they would like for you to get there as soon as you can.”

WUFEI! His mind screamed. He fought down a sense of panic, until he knew everything; he would not panic. Automatically, he thanked the woman, and headed for the luggage pickup. Duo felt like he was completely detached from the noise and bustle of the spaceport; his mind was focused on thoughts of Wufei.

When the war ended, and he and Heero had mutually decided that a relationship wouldn’t work, Wufei had been there. When he had decided to go for a career as a musician, Wufei had done all he could to help. When he scored his first hit, Wu had organized an old-fashion block party to celebrate. He couldn’t begin to imagine his life without Wufei.

As the images unfolded in his mind, Duo claimed his luggage and got a skycap to tow the bags outside to the sidewalk, then he stood, waiting.

Wufei was examining the walls of the elevator, when a ragged gasp made him turn; Trowa was bent over with both arms wrapped around his middle.

“Trowa!” With two steps, Wufei was at Trowa’s side and pulling the gasping young man into his arms. “What’s wrong?”

Trowa clutched at the anchor Wufei’s body made, he felt like someone was trying to rip him apart. “Wu...Wufei! I think its’ the baby! UUUHHHNNN!” Trowa moaned, as a wave of pain hit him, sharp and bitter.

Wufei felt a surge of panic, but he fought it down, strangely he thought of Nataku, and that odd thought soothed him. He urged Trowa to lay down on the floor of the elevator, and slipped the jacket he was wearing under Trowa’s head. Then he reached for the emergency phone.

“Dr. Strong!” The maintenance man, who was manning the phone, called out, “Dr. Strong! Come here, at once!”

The doctor hurried to the man, and snatched the phone, he held out. “Hello? Wufei! We’re...He’s what? Oh, God! Wufei, listen to me! It is important that you keep Trowa calm, understand? Yes! Good! Now, I’ll do what I can to see that repairs are hurried, as much as they can be. Let me know, if anything else happens.”

Dr. Strong handed the phone back to the man, manning it. “Don’t leave that phone for a second!” He ordered. “Right, Doc!” The man answered. Dr. Strong hurried back to the cluster of men and women, who were peering into an access panel and squabbling about what could be wrong.

“How much longer?” Dr. Strong demanded; the group ignored him. The doctor growled and snatched at the nearest engineer, a tall blonde woman named, Inge. “I said, how much longer?” he shouted. Inge coolly raised an eyebrow, and regarded the hand on her arm with meaningful eyes. Dr. Strong hastily removed it.

“We don’t know, doctor.” Inge said, calmly. Her body language was a different story, it plainly said, that he was interfering with her work.

Dr. Strong took a deep breath and snapped, “Well, you better hurry up and FIND the problem! There are two eight month pregnant males on that damn elevator....”

“We know that, doctor.” Inge interrupted, with a sniff.

“Well, Miss We Know That.” The doctor snarled sarcastically, “I just got a call from one of those men. There is a very excellent chance that the other one is going into labor.” He glared, as Inge turned pale, her attitude deflating like a pricked balloon. “And if, we DON’T want something unfortunate to happen to that young man and his bab...” A gasp made him turn around, and Inge took the opportunity to rejoin her fellow engineers.

Standing a few feet away, Quatre stood with his hands over his mouth. His eyes huge in his face, the doctor’s words slowly sinking in. Rashid placed a massive hand on Quatre’s slight shoulder. Dr. Strong took a step towards the blonde, when loud shouting drew their attention to the engineers, who were scattering in all directions. Angry orange, yellow and red sparks flew from the panel, accompanied by several strident whistles, loud pops and at last with a horrible groan, the panel gave up the ghost and went black.

“Ah, shit!” one of the engineers cried. “It’ll TAKE hours to replace that panel!”

The man’s words scrubbed like acid on Quatre’s mind. “Doctor,” he whispered, “who is in trouble, and do they have hours.”

Dr. Strong beckoned, “Come with me, Quatre. Let’s go to my office and talk.” Quatre nodded. He looked at Rashid, and ordered. “Rashid, bring Duo, when he gets here.” Rashid bowed slightly in acknowledgement.

In Dr. Strong’s office, Quatre sank into a chair. The doctor went around his desk and sat down. “Quatre,” Dr. Strong leaned forward and placed his hands carefully on the desktop. “I’m not going to beat around the bush, here. Trowa is in a lot of pain, according to Wufei. Without being able to examine him, at the moment, I’m guessing here, but I’m pretty sure I’m right, Trowa is in labor.”

“Then what do we do?” a new voice entered the conversation. Quatre slung around in his chair, Duo stood in the doorway, his mouth a grim line and on his face was an expression, Quatre hadn’t seen since the war. Shinigami was in the room.

“We’ll have to decide on a course of action, Duo.” Dr. Strong said. Duo nodded and walked with firm steps to the other chair sitting in front of the desk. After he sat down, Quatre sought his hand and Duo wrapped his fingers around Quatre’s hand and squeezed it firmly. “So, what happened?” Duo asked. Dr. Strong took a deep breath and began...

Trowa moaned and rolled his head back and forth, the pain was worse than anything he had every experienced before. His vision kept coming and going. “Wu...Wufei!” he gasped. A blur came into view and Trowa blinked rapidly, trying to clear his vision.

Wufei leaned over his friend, worried. He smoothed Trowa’s bangs away from his face, Trowa’s color wasn’t good, and it was easy to see he was in terrible pain. “Trowa,” Wufei said softly, “What is it, you want?” Wufei grabbed the hand that reached for him.

“Wu...Wufei, promise me something,” Trowa gasped out, he fought the wave of pain that threaten to engulf him.

“Anything, Trowa. Just tell me.’ Wufei answered, a bad feeling settling in the pit of his stomach.

Groaning, Trowa gasped out, “If I don’t make it, promise me you’ll take care of Quatre for me. And tell him that I love him.” Then Trowa surrendered to the numbing pain.

Oh, Nataku! Wufei thought, as hot tears spilled down his cheeks, help us! Trowa can’t die! What would I tell Quatre! His thoughts turned to his own love, Duo! I need your help!

Meanwhile...

Dr. Strong’s desk was covered with charts and several people were crowded around it.

“I’m telling you, it will work!” Duo jabbed at a chart with an angry finger. “Someone repeals down to the top of the elevator, opens the access panel, drops Wufei a skyhook harness. HE puts it on Trowa and we haul Trowa out and then we repeat the procedure with Wufei.”

“What about a Bo’sun chair?” asked another man.

Duo shook his head, “Wouldn’t fit. It’s too big. No, repealing is the only thing that will work.”

Unwisely, one of the engineers, who had been objecting to the project, sneered, “And how would you know, that it would work, kid! You should leave these things to the experts! EEP!”

Rashid grabbed the man by the shoulders and casually slammed him into the wall. As the man shoved at the hand that had him pinned like a butterfly. Rashid squeezed his hand closed slowly, and the man turned an interesting shade of blue. “Duo and Master Quatre are former Gundam pilots. They are more than qualified to do this,” he said, calmly, releasing his punishing hold.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know!” the unfortunate man squeaked. Rashid nodded, and let go. Chasten, the man straightened his shirt and returned to the small circle, casting nervous looks at the large Arabian, each time Rashid moved.

“Now, I’ll do the repealing...” Duo began, when a hand clamped down on his shoulder. He looked up into a pair of eyes blazing with determination. Quatre had THAT look on his face. His patented, You’ll...do...it...over...my...dead...body look. “Um, Quatre will do the repealing.” Duo knew when not to argue.

“Now, if there are no more objections. Let’s get this show on the road!” Duo rolled a chart shut with a snap. No one said anything. “Right!” Duo shoved through the group and headed for the door, with Quatre hard on his heels.

Wufei sat on the floor, holding Trowa’s hand and staring down at him. He had never felt so helpless in his life. His warrior instincts told him, Trowa was dying, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. All he could do was, hope that Trowa would fall unconscious and if the fates were merciful, he’d stay that way as he slipped into death.

Running up the stairs, Duo and Quatre led the panting group up to the sixth floor. Reaching the bank of elevators, the pair attempted to pry open the elevator door, but it wouldn’t budge. Suddenly, a pair of massive hands hauled them backwards and Rashid took their place. He carefully placed his fingers in the divides of the door.

“Rashid...” Quatre began. He stopped when Duo said, softly in his ear. “Let him try. In the meantime, I’ll send for some crowbars and a Jaws of Life.” Quatre nodded.

Ignoring the noise in the background, Rashid pitted his strength against the unyielding doors. The sweat began to stream down his face and the veins stood out on his temples, as he flexed his muscles. For long moments, the only sound was the rasping of Rashid’s breath, as he struggled with the doors. Then, suddenly, the doors began to give, and a gap between the two was plainly seen. A final shove and the doors stood wide open.

“WHOO, HOO!” shouted Duo, as he slapped Rashid on the back in congratulations. Then he grabbed a handful of coiled ropes and darted across the hall to tie the ropes onto a rail that was bolted to the wall. Duo played out the ropes as he returned to the elevator bank, and tossed them through the door.

Quatre darted forward and grabbed the panting Rashid by the arms. “From my heart, Rashid, I thank you!” Quatre cried. The big man straightened, and then bowed with his hand on his heart. “Thank you, Master.” Rashid said, simply.

Duo, who had had his head through the door, came over and said, “Ok, the ropes reached the elevator, so let’s get you harnessed up” Quatre nodded, and followed Duo over to a pile of nylon straps. The first thing Duo did; was hand Quatre a harness. The blonde donned it, and fastened the straps across his chest, as Duo kneeling, reached for the strap hanging behind Quatre and pulled the strap between Quatre’s legs. He pulled the strap tight and fastened it around the young man’s waist. After checking the fastenings, Duo fastened a maintenance man’s work belt around his waist. Both ex-pilots checked the contents. Quatre pulled a pair of workman’s gloves on, and walked to the elevator door. Rashid helped him with positioning the rope, and then Quatre stepped out into emptiness.

Wufei was certain he was hearing things. First, he thought he’d heard the sound of doors opening. Then, there was a strange sound on the roof of the elevator. A loud thump caused him to look up, and an unreasoning hope seized the breath from his lungs. Something or someone was on the roof! Could rescue be at hand? He struggled to his feet and stared up at the roof. A moan at his feet made him look down; a small trickle of blood was meandering down Trowa’s cheek. The boy had bitten through his bottom lip.

Quatre dropped onto the roof of the elevator, and immediately set to work, ignoring Duo’s obvious question, “Are you all right?” The small blonde frowned with concentration as he tried several different wrenches, before finding the right one. As he worked the wrench, Quatre whispered, “Hang on, Trowa, please hang on! I’m coming!”

Wufei’s fists clenched and unclenched as he stared up, willing the panel he was staring at to open. When it did, Quatre’s face appeared. Wufei was relieved. Quatre however, was horrified at the sight of his love lying on the floor. Quatre pulled back from the opening and looking up at Duo, yelled,

“Duo! Get that second harness down here! Trowa is down! Wufei is all right!”

Duo felt a load lift from his shoulders, at Quatre’s words. Immediately, he played out the rope that would drop the harness to Quatre. Behind him, a small crowd of engineers, maintenance people, a pair of EMT’s with a gurney, and finally Dr. Strong, who had had go to another part of the hospital, use their elevators and backtrack had just joined them, stood waiting. He called down to his friend, “Heads up!” and dropped the harness.

Quatre - as he waited filled Wufei in on their plan. The Chinese pilot assured Quatre that he understood. Grabbing the dangling harness, Quatre guided it through the opening, and Wufei reached for it, but it dangled just out of reach.

“Duo, more line!” Quatre screamed. Duo hastened to obey. Wufei snatched the harness before it hit Trowa’s supine form. Then he laid the harness on the floor beside Trowa and straightened the straps to make getting it on Trowa easier. Quatre watched, as Wufei rolled Trowa into the harness, and fasten the straps. Trowa groaned in protest at the painful movement of his body.

Wufei satisfied that the straps were secure carefully sat Trowa up. Trowa moaned. The boy flopped forward like a rag doll, and Quatre felt tears sting his eyes at the sight.

Wufei looked up and understood the terror in Quatre’s eyes. “Quatre, let’s get him, out of here.”

“Right!” Quatre said. He looked up at Duo, “Duo, haul away! AND BE CAREFUL!”

“GOTTCHA, Q-man! All right, people! Let’s haul ass!” Duo marshaled his troops. Rashid and four other men grabbed hold of the rope along with Duo and they slowly began to haul the rope in hand over hand. Quatre watched anxiously, as Wufei guided his lover’s body upwards.

Trowa opened his eyes, as he felt himself leave the floor. He looked down at the floor as he was hoisted into the air. Dully, he wondered, what was happening. The pain that tore through him kept his usually quick mind from really focusing on anything. He thought he heard Quatre talking to him, but he put that down to the pain making him hallucinate.

Quatre swarmed up the rope at Trowa’s side, keeping a hand on the broken puppet, his lover looked like. He didn’t want Trowa to bounce off the wall. After an agonizing few minutes, hands were grabbing him, grabbing Trowa, and Dr. Strong was yelling, “To get Trowa on the gurney and up to the operating room!”

Quatre frantically tore at the fastenings of the harness he was wearing, as Trowa was stripped of his harness, and gently placed on the gurney. Finally, free of the harness, he raced after the EMT’s as they bore Trowa away.

Duo stared after them, his heart in his throat. Then he stepped into the harness, and began fastening it. “All right, people.” He said, to the remaining crowd. “We still have Wufei to rescue.” He wrapped the second harness around his arm and went after Wufei.

Quatre sat outside the operating room, his eyes fastened on the door. He had tried to follow Trowa into the room, but Dr. Strong refused to let him in.

“He’d only be in the way,” was the doctor’s verdict.

Rashid had brought him some tea, but it sat neglected on a low table in front of him. He didn’t hear Duo and Wufei arrive.

“How is Trowa, Rashid?” asked Duo. Wufei sank into a large soft chair. He wasn’t feeling too good. Must be a result of all the worry.

“We don’t know.” Rashid answered. “They told us they would tell us, when there was news. Until then we can only wait.”

Duo nodded and went and sat beside Wufei.

Two hours later, the door of the operating room burst open and Dr. Strong came striding out. He headed straight for Quatre, who forced himself to stand. Rashid, Duo and Wufei closed in behind him.

“Well, Quatre! It was a struggle, but we managed to save them both!” Dr. Strong was enormously pleased with himself.

“Trowa and the baby are all right?” Quatre sagged into Rashid’s arms. He felt tears prick his eyes.

Dr. Strong sat down heavily, and wiped the sweat from his brow. “Quatre, I won’t lie to you. We almost lost both of them. Trowa went into cardiac arrest, twice. And the baby had its umbilical cord wrapped around its throat. But, they’ll both pull through.”

“Uh, Doc? Is it a boy, or girl?” Duo queried.

“Didn’t I say, I thought I did.” Dr. Strong frowned.

“No, you didn’t.” Wufei thought his voice sounded funny, it was kinda weak. Duo turned sharply to look at him.

“I’m sorry, Quatre. It’s a boy.” Dr. Strong beamed. He was delighted to give the likable young man that particular bit of good news. He knew from talks with Trowa, that Quatre’s sisters had been causing him trouble about not having children. There were rumors that some of the girls had been planning to mount a hostile takeover of the family fortune, because of it. That was one of the reasons, why Quatre had wanted to get pregnant.

Quatre felt relief at the news. Trowa was going to be fine. They had a son, and he was never going to let this happen to Trowa again. From now on, if they wanted more children, they’d adopt.

“When can I see Trowa? And the baby?” Quatre asked.

“Well,” Dr. Strong said, “We’ll be taking them to their wards in a few minutes. The baby will have to stay here for a few days, under observation. But, you can see Trowa in about two hours, after the anesthesia wears off. Your son, I think it would be best...”

“WUFEI!” Duo roared, as Wufei suddenly toppled over in a dead faint. Duo reached for Wufei, as Dr. Strong sprang to his feet, and rushed over to examine the young man. Rashid and Quatre spun, ready to give Duo any support he might need.

A shout from the doctor brought two hospital workers at the run with a gurney. And Wufei was placed on it. The workers began to push the gurney towards the operating room. Duo sat down, heavily. Quatre sat beside him and held his hand.

“Hmm, no rest for the wicked.” Dr. Strong said, and hurried after his patient.

Wufei slowly swam towards wakefulness. There was a persistent buzzing in his ears that was downright annoying. The buzzing finally formed into words. And the words lead to the thought that he knew the voice. Quatre! He was hearing Quatre talking to someone.

“Hrrrgh!” Wufei moaned, and cracked an eye. He looked up straight into wide indigo eyes.

“Hello, love.” Duo greeted, as he brushed his lips against Wufei’s temple. Wufei leaned into the soft kiss. Then he realized something. His bulge was gone.

“Duo, where is the baby?” Wufei demanded, as he started to sit up. Duo pushed him back. A giggle from across the room drew Wufei’s attention in that direction. Quatre sat in a chair beside a bed that contained Trowa. Trowa looked pale and tired, but he smiled at Wufei.

Turning his attention back to Duo, Wufei fixed him with a steely glance. “Duo...where...is...the...baby?”

Ignoring the giggling Quatre, Duo lifted Wufei’s left hand and pressed a kiss to the palm. “Our babies are in the nursery.” Duo said smugly.

Wufei stared at his lover suspiciously, “Babies?”

Duo nodded, “Babies, love. We have a boy and a girl. No wonder you were as big as a house.”

“Twins?”

“Yes, lover, twins. We are now one up on Quatre and Trowa, and Heero and Relena.” Duo grinned wickedly.

“Duo, I want to see them!” Wufei demanded. But, Duo shook his head, his braid whipping around his head.

“Not now, Wu! Doc says, you have to rest, then this evening, after dinner you can see the twins.”

Wufei sank back against his pillow. Now that he was fully awake, he could feel the twinges his incision was giving him. Maybe, Duo was right, maybe he should wait till tonight.

“Now, Duo. There is no reason; you can’t take Wufei to see your children. You can push him in a wheelchair.” Quatre offered from the other side of the room. Duo glared lethally at the smirking blonde, as Wufei’s face lit up.

“Please, Duo!” Wufei then pulled a trick out of Duo’s bag of tricks; he turned pleading eyes on his frowning lover. Duo shook his head, “No, Wu! And that’s final! Now, you go to sleep!” Duo pulled a chair closer to Wufei’s side and sat down, he reached out and took Wufei by the hand. Wufei sighed, and composed himself to sleep.

The sun was setting; when Wufei woke and for a moment forgot where he was, but the sight of his deflated stomach reminded him. Wufei looked around, but the room was empty except for Trowa, who was fast asleep. Where was Duo and Quatre?

The whoosh of the door opening drew his attention, as the blond and his Duo came in bearing trays. The smell of food drew a loud complaint from his stomach, and Duo laughed.

Setting the tray down on the bedside table, Duo helped Wufei to sit up. Then he positioned a tray like table over the bed and set the tray on it. Lifting the cover, Wufei attacked the chicken and noodles like a starving man, which he was.

When he’d finished, Duo removed the food utensils and the table. Then he straightened Wufei’s pajama top and slicked back his hair. Quatre did the same for Trowa. A nurse’s aid came in and took the trays away. Wufei stirred restlessly in his bed, anxious to see the culmination of his and Duo’s love.

“Duo, when can I see the babies?” Wufei demanded. The injustice of the situation rankled, he wanted to just jump up and go find his babies, but he knew if he moved his body would betray him. Duo smiled at the tone in his love’s voice. Reaching out, he stroked Wufei’s cheek, and Wu leaned into the hand.

“We have to wait for a little bit, Wufei. It’s feeding time down in the nursery. I checked before I came in.”

Feeding time! Wufei gritted his teeth. Someone was FEEDING his babies! The injustice of it! He and Duo should be the ones feeding their children, not some stranger!

Trowa felt much the same way, Wufei did. But, in his present condition, he couldn’t handle the chore. He felt tears sting his eyes, and a soft hand was instantly there wiping them away.

“Don’t cry, love. Soon, you’ll be well again, and then you can tend our son, all you want.” Quatre whispered - his aqua eyes dark with compassion.

Finally, just as Wufei’s nerves were stretched to the breaking point, the door opened, and two nurses came in pushing wheelchairs.

“Here you are, Mr. Winner,” said one of the nurses, the tag on her uniform read ‘Carson’. She frowned a little, she wasn’t sure either patient should be out of bed, yet. But, the doctor had said, “It would be all right.” So, who was she to argue? She continued, “Nurse Hamilton and I are to help you get your ‘friends’ into the chairs and escort you to the Nursery. Once we get there, you will be permitted five minutes with your babies. Then, you are to return here and the patients are to go straight to bed. Those are the doctor’s orders.”

Quatre smiled winningly at the woman, who reluctantly smiled back. Chalk another one up to Quatre, Duo smirked. He’d have to ask Quatre how he managed to pull this off. Nurse Hamilton pushed her chair close to the bed and helped Duo get Wufei into it.

Across the room, Nurse Carson performed the same duty for Trowa. Duo and Quatre commandeered the chairs and followed the nurses out of the room.

Once they reached the Nursery, the two nurses handed them over to a nursery attendant, Nurse Carson, reminded the boys, that they only had ‘five minutes”. Trowa and Wufei were wide-eyed with excitement.

“Dr. Strong arranged that the three babies be placed in the same area. So, you boys just followed me.” The woman led them towards the back of the nursery. Wufei strained forward anxious for the first look at his new darlings.

Trowa was just as anxious, but he was just so weak! The only thing keeping him upright in his chair was sheer willpower.

“Here we are! Now, I’ll just leave you to get acquainted.” The woman smiled and left.

Duo helped Wufei stand up and kept an arm around him as Wufei stared in at the tiny creature, wearing pink booties and mittens. He’d never seen anything so small! Awestruck, he raised swimming eyes to his lover. Duo smiled and gently brushed a kiss onto Wufei’s cheek. Painfully Wufei shuffled a step over and stared into the other bassinet. Its’ tiny occupant laid with his black eyes wide open, he kicked a little with his blue covered feet. Wufei laughed, then he whispered, “They are so beautiful.”

Duo leaned over and kissed Wufei firmly on the mouth. “They looked like you, love.” he whispered.

Trowa stared in at his baby. “Look at him, Quatre! Have you ever seen anything so perfect?” he murmured.

Quatre’s tears flowed freely, as he drank in the sight before him. “No, my love. I haven’t. He’s as perfect as you are.”

“You idiot!” Trowa laughed, wincing at the pain it caused him. “He looks like you! He has blonde hair!” He continued, excitedly. Quatre couldn’t resist Trowa’s shining eyes and his grip on his mate tightened as he kissed Trowa. Trowa melted into the kiss, his own joy surged through the conduit their lips made and stoked Quatre’s own. Duo, who had made Wufei sit down was busy kissing his own lover.

Maisie Conley smiled at the picture the four made, and cleared her throat loudly. The four sprang apart and she almost laughed out loud at the four identical blushes that stained the boy’s cheeks.

“Time’s up, gentlemen. Its time to put your darlings to bed. You can come back tomorrow and visit.” She said, as she made shooing gestures. Four heads nodded, and reluctantly the four young men left the nursery, and the promise it held.

Two months later,

“Wufei, Meiran and James are just beautiful.” Lucrezia Noin said, as she cuddled little Meiran in her arms. Wufei smiled, as he gazed fondly on his daughter. Expertly, he balanced a grunting James on one arm, while pouring tea for Lucrezia.

“Have you seen Rahman?” He asked, as he smelled the ‘gift’ James had just delivered ‘mommy’.

“Yes, he’s adorable. Trowa swears, he looks more like Quatre every day.” Lucrezia grinned, as Wufei deposited his son on the couch and changed his diaper. She was amazed at how easily the Gundam pilots slipped into the role of parent. Heero doted on his two- year -old daughter, Kishi. And from what she could see, Trowa, Wufei, Duo and Quatre were just as bad with their kids.

“Trowa’s trying to talk Quatre in letting him do it, again. He wants a daughter, if he can get one.” Lucrezia said, “How many are you and Duo planning to have?”

“Four, if we’re lucky. Duo plans on having the procedure after the first of the year. But, I’ll tell you one thing.” Wufei smiled at her from the couch.

“What’s that?”

“Next time, I’m using the stairs.”