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"Gravity and Oxygen"Written By: Miss Murdered Disclaimer: I don't own the GW characters - am
just borrowing to torment for my amusement Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Swearing, Implied relationships, Blood
and Injury, Angst, Fluff Pairings: 1x2 Summary: A series of vignettes of Heero and Duo navigating post-war life together. Notes: Inspired by the song Follow You by Bring
Me the Horizon and a set of OTP prompts I found. "Gravity and Oxygen"
Chapter 7: Dealing with Kids Sometimes Heero wasn’t sure if he was missing something. That due to his lack of anything resembling a “normal” childhood or family life that he felt there was an in joke that he didn’t “get.” But usually Duo helped in these circumstances. Yet Duo wasn’t. He was only sitting in the passenger seat, his dirty sneakers on the dash in front in some weird position that could not be comfortable but for Duo always was. Heero thought having five children was particularly problematic strategically. That the adults in the house were hopelessly outnumbered and even though the twins were only eight months old, they were starting to crawl and move and so they were just as difficult to monitor as the older children. “I can hear the cogs in your brain working, ‘Ro,” Duo said, the silence during the car ride starting to irritate him. “Wanna tell me what’s going on in that big ole brain of yours?” Heero cleared his throat. “Five children seems a lot. They are outnumbered. They can’t maintain control in the household.” He expected Duo to laugh but Duo didn’t. There was a sense of understanding - that Duo understood that Heero was asking an honest question. That quite frankly, he couldn’t understand why people wanted to have so many children. “True but the way I figure is that a lot of people are like us, you know? That our childhoods were tainted with war and there was all this uncertainty… and now there’s not, I think a lot of people feel like they can give their own kids a better life than they had… that they can give them something better.” “There’s still uncertainty,” Heero replied softly. “Yeah… but that’s from our perspective. We work for Prev and we know that we are on the knife-edge of the next uprising or the next idiot with some egotistical plan. These guys don’t.” Heero nodded and thought about Duo’s point. There had certainly been a “baby-boom” around them - people settling down and marrying and so many kids. “That makes sense.” “Good as I don’t think Hil’ and Mike want philosophical questions about parenthood - they just want two suckers to allow small children to use them as climbing frames and we are those suckers.” Heero snorted as they approached their final destination - the front yard cluttered with bikes and plastic toys abandoned in various places. It felt like a different world - a happy home, children who had toys and parents but Heero knew it was the reason they had fought and continued to fight. For this. “Ready to be those suckers, ‘Ro?” Duo asked softly, his hand reaching for Heero’s. “Ready.” |
