Warnings: Relena POV, friendly Relena, AU, sapsapsap, weird nicknames,
lots of smiling, adoption, oh and some yaoi thrown in for good measure.
Feedback? Yes please!
Notes: And so, one day this wild bunny came up and bit me on the butt
and demanded I write this. I wrote this in one day which is amazing in
itself, despite the length. This fic contains SAP people. SAP! And don't
let the Relena POV scare you.
"I can't believe I'm doing
this," I muttered, running my hands nervously down my soft, dove colored
skirt. I also couldn't believe how nervous I was... I'm a prosecuting
attorney for the Dorlian-Peacecraft law firm; I look meaner and nastier
people in the eyes than a social worker for Christ's sake. And
yet, here I am, sweating bullets because I agreed to pose as wife to one
Duo Maxwell so that he and his male lover, who happened to be my best
friend, could adopt. I knew the implications that came with agreeing to
this scheme but when I had seen the hopeful adoration in the eyes of Heero
Yuy and Duo Maxwell when they'd told me they wanted a family and I was
their only hope... I was won before they were through convincing me. I
could deny those two nothing. Still... "I can't believe I'm --" I broke
off when a strong arm snagged me around the waist from behind and swung
me into a loose hug.
"Yes, you can," Duo claimed, his chin brushing the top of my head as he
spoke. His voice was breathy with excitement and he released me, bending
to smack a kiss against my cheek. "Here, I've got something for you,"
he moved in front of me and held out his hand, opening it palm up. I looked
at the contents for a moment, blinking stupidly.
"What in the world is that supposed to be?" I asked, my eyebrows drawing
together in confusion. In a quick move Duo flicked his wrist and was suddenly
gripping the item between his thumb and forefinger, bringing it up to
his vibrant eyes to examine it. The he looked at me and shrugged.
"It's a, uh, ring?" he grinned and grabbed my left hand, slipping the
thing onto the third finger. "For show, yanno? As of today you, Relena
Dorlian-Peacecraft, are my wife," he teased and snickered softly. I brought
my hand to my face, staring at the band encircling my finger.
"Duo...it's a 25 cent ring from a grocery store vender."
"Hey! I can only afford so much, Lovely. I have budgets and limits and
"Duo," an exasperated sigh came from my right and we both turned to see
Heero leaning casually against the doorway leading to the kitchen. He
gave me a smile before pushing away from the doorframe, striding over
to wrap his hand around Duo's thick braid and tug slightly. "Be a good
boy and give her the real ring, Duo," he said reprovingly, a half smile
still tugging at his lips as he looked into his lover's face.
"Yeah, geez, a guy tries to have a little fun and they act like it's a
crime..." Duo muttered good-naturedly, his hand digging in his pocket.
It came out holding a thin band of gold gently. He extended it toward
me, offering silently and I took it, looking at the two of them in mild
"Read the inside," Heero prompted, his arm wrapping around Duo's waist
to drag the other man against his side. I brought it up close to my face
and titled it so that I could see the inside of the band. My eyes filled
as a turned the band, reading and rereading what was written there in
To the sister of our hearts - thanks. D:H
I looked up at them, my eyes bright with tears and Duo's face lost
his grin. "Hey, Lovely, none of that. We wanted to thank you and we know
you love pretty things -- because all women love pretty things
-- and you needed a ring to pass as a married woman and I'm babbling but
I'm not gonna stop until you stop and --"
"Duo!" I shouted to get him to stop, blinking down tears and laughing
at the same time. He seemed to be hiding in Heero's side by the time his
mouth snapped shut. His lover stroked his back soothingly but there was
laughter in Heero's dark blue eyes. "I'm not sad," I assured him, taking
the plastic ring off my finger and replacing it with the gold one. "I'm
actually very happy."
Duo considered that for a moment before shaking his head and stepping
a little away from Heero. "Man, I will never understand women,"
he muttered, raking a hand through his bangs.
"Which is why it's a good thing you're gay," Heero finally let out the
laugh he'd obviously been holding in.
"Good for me or good for you?" Duo looked up at Heero, a mischievous gleam
to his violet eyes.
Heero rolled his eyes but answered anyway, "Both."
I groaned loudly as they continued to stare into each other's eyes, "You
two can be so sweet it's amazing. Are we ready to go, Duo? We have an
appointment to meet."
I watched as Duo's gaze became suddenly serious as he looked up at his
blue-eyed lover. I turned away when Heero lifted Duo's chin to lay a deep
kiss on his lips, respecting their privacy. I had known Heero since kindergarten.
His family had moved into a house in the same neighborhood as mine and
I still remember the sullen, friendless little boy I'd run into - literally
- while riding my bike without training wheels for the first time. I got
a skinned knee and a crush that lasted until about fourth grade from that
experience. My little girl mind had been certain he was going to marry
me one day. We had been married if you counted our excursions in
my back yard; me wearing a tablecloth as a veil and him tying a twisty-tie
around my finger as my stuffed-cat kindly pronounced us man and wife.
That was my most vivid memory of my childhood, the second being the day
we met Duo.
I'd say it was love at first sight for those two, but I'd be lying through
my teeth. Nothing could be that simple when it came to Heero and
Duo. No, at first they hated each other's guts. I never quite understood
why they did, but the reason was enough for Heero to contemplate taking
the katana off his wall and sharpening it for the sole purpose of running
Duo through. I'd asked them about it, after they'd suddenly decided to
stop hating and start screwing like wild bunnies, but they always managed
to distract me before they had to give an answer
"I wish you could come, Heero," Duo whispered after a moment.
"Me too," Heero said after another pause. It made me sad that in our supposed
modern 21st century my friends weren't allowed to give a child
a home because they were considered abnormal. A felt a hand on my shoulder
and I looked up to see Duo give me a crooked smile. I could tell from
the look in his eyes that his thoughts were moving in the same direction
"Ready, 'Lena? Got the papers and stuff?" I nodded.
"In my car, in the glove compartment. Well be back, Heero," I looked over
my shoulder to see him standing in the place Duo had left him. He nodded
and gave a silent wave before turning to disappear back into the kitchen.
"C'mon!" Duo snagged my hand, dragging me out the door to my car. "Appointments
and all that; we can't be late." He opened to drivers side door and pushed
me into the seat, racing around the car to get in the other side. I shook
my head at him, starting the car and pulling out of the drive once he
was buckled in.
"Glove compartment?" He asked, but it must have been a rhetorical question
because he was already opening the door by his knees and pulling the thin
manila envelope out. He pushed the metal prongs together to lift the flap
and upended it, an authentic looking marriage certificate sliding into
his hand. "Man... Remind me to thank your dad next time I see him. He's
great, doing this for us," he said quietly, reading over the paper. My
father was a judge, former prosecuting attorney of our family-run firm.
He had been the best attorney this city had seen in decades. I was following
quickly in his footsteps, some said.
"You still need to sign it. There, next to my name," I said, handing him
a pen when we had to stop at a red light. He scribbled his name illegibly
across the blank line and slipped it back into the envelope right in time
for the light to turn green again. He rested it against his knees and
sat back in his seat, turning the volume on the radio up, he rich voice
singing perfectly along with the words.
The orphanage wasn't too far away from where Heero and Duo lived, but
it was more than a 20-minute pleasure drive. As we pulled into the parking,
I finally got a good look at the place. The first word that came to mind
was 'institution'. From the outside, there was nothing homey about it
and I doubted that would change much once we got inside.
We got out of the car, doors slamming loudly behind us. I looked at Duo,
smiling reassuringly when I noticed how nervous he was. He was gnawing
on his bottom lip, fiddling idly with the envelope grasped loosely in
his large hands.
"'Lena, what if --"
"No," I said firmly, shaking my head. His snapped his mouth closed and
swallowed, nodding slightly before starting forward, an air of calmness
settling over him like a cloak. We stepped into the institution - for
some reason my mind refused to call it an orphanage - and turned into
the office located right off of the foyer. A woman was sitting hunched
over some paperwork behind the large wooden desk that took up most of
the office's space. I reached over to knock politely on the frame surrounding
the doorway since the door itself had been open. The woman looked up,
the crows’ feet at the corners of her eyes crinkling further as she smiled
"Come in!" I walked through the door, Duo following behind me and we sat
down in the chairs provided before the desk. "You must be the Maxwells.
I'm Martha Derry, welcome to the St Jerome Orphanage."
"Thank you," Duo replied, giving her his best charming look. He only used
that look when he was feeling intimidated and was trying to find the best
way out of the situation. I placed my hand quietly on his arm.
"I received your file yesterday and I have to offer my condolences. It
must be awful, knowing you can't have children of your own," the Mrs Derry
was looking at me with genuine sympathy and I have to fight to work up
a sad look to go along with the lie.
"It is..." I said and looked down at the hand resting in my lap.
Duo sighed deeply and saved me from further comment, "Forgive her, it's
difficult to talk about. We want a family so badly, though, and it's enough
to know that we're giving one of the children here a chance to have a
good life." 'We.' If only the woman knew that 'we' meant 'Heero
and I' not 'Relena and I'. I smiled inwardly.
Mrs Derry nodded in understanding before she continued. "Having reviewed
your file, I must say that I have full confidence that you will give one
of our children a good home. However, I do still need proof of your marriage.
You have to understand that it is our goal to give our children to proper,
stable parents, without the worry of having them loosing a mother or father
at a moment's notice." I felt Duo stiffen slightly beside me, but I simply
smiled and lifted the manila envelope from his lap, handing it to the
woman for inspection.
Mrs Derry 'hmm'd over the certificate for a moment before putting it back
in the envelope and sliding it across the desk at us. "What kind of child
are you looking for? An infant is usually the most popular choice for
younger married couples but would you want a boy or a girl?"
Duo spoke up, leaning toward her ever so slightly for support. "Actually,
it doesn't matter. Age, gender, anything. We just want a child to love
and raise as our own." His voice was husky as realization finally started
to overtake him. He was going to have a family. I knew that to Duo this
would be one of the greatest experiences of his life. He hadn't had much
of a family growing up. His father had been a drunk and his mother had
never been home, always off trying to find a man to take her away from
her dead-beat spouse and unwanted child.
He was finally going to have a real family.
A heard Duo draw in a shaky breath as the woman stood. We followed suit,
walking after her as she exited the room and strode down the hall with
"I'll take you to the nursery...we had two teenage mothers leave their
infants here earlier this month," she was saying, but I stopped paying
attention when Duo came to a sudden halt. He was looking through the window
at what appeared to be a playroom for 'older' children. It was filled
with ten children ranging from about five to seven years old.
He moved to open the door, stepping into the room on near-silent feet.
The children running around the room hardly gave him notice, much too
busy playing with each other and their toys to care about a strange man
in their midst. The room was covered in toys. There was a mat with
cartoon street patterns and dozens of toy cars strewn over it in one corner
and four were crowded around it. A kitchen set took up the other corner;
a large dollhouse close by it and girls seemed to be swarming in that
area. In the center of the room there was a round table, painted in bright
Crayola-colors and one little girl sat there, separated from the rest.
She had strawberry blond hair, which fell in ringlets around her shoulders,
and light brown eyes that were squinting at the paper in front of her.
Her tongue was stuck out of the corner of her mouth and she was clutching
a ragged teddy bear to her chest with one arm and scribbling determinedly
with the other hand. Duo walked over to the girl, settling down onto his
knees beside her.
"Hello," he murmured in a friendly tone, trying to catch the girl's attention.
She looked up, setting her crayon down on the table. "Hi!" she smiled
Mrs Derry walked up behind me from where I was watching. "I suppose you
found the playroom... Children this age don't usually get adopted, that's
why there's so many of them. They're 'older' and already have set personalities
and that doesn't often appeal to prospective parents." I nodded to let
her know I'd heard her before walking over to the table to seem more the
"'m Kayla and this is Mr Snoops," she said, holding out the ragged teddy
before pressing it back against her chest. "Who're you?" Kayla asked in
that inquisitive tone only small children could really pull off.
"Duo Maxwell, at your service, m'lady," Duo said, dipping a gallant bow
from where he sat on his knees. Kayla giggled, the sweet sound reminiscent
to tiny bells. "How old are you, Kayla?" he asked, looking into the brown
eyes expectantly. Kayla held up a hand, all five fingers spread outward.
"Five! Well, that's a very good age," he grinned and the little girl grinned
back but didn't say anything more. "Why aren't you playing with the other
"Oh, 'd rath'r draw than play," Kayla replied, reaching for her paper
so she could show it to Duo. "See? I like drawing. 's fun." Duo took the
sheet of construction paper and nodded solemnly at her.
"I like to draw, too." He moved off of his knees, hunkering down beside
her and turned the paper so that I could see what was drawn too. "What's
this?" he asked, pointing to an oblong shape with two spikes on one end
and four lines sticking out of the other. "Wait, I know! It's a flower."
Kayla let out another silvery ripple of giggles. "No, silly! 's a kitty!"
"I knew that," he replied, very convincingly. He was silent for a moment,
looking at the drawing in his hands almost wistfully. Then, "Kayla, how
would you like to come home with me?" he asked, looking at the girl again,
his expression painfully serious.
The girl seemed to think for a moment, her brown eyes squinting in concentration.
"Would you be my daddy? 've never had one of those..." she said, the hand
that wasn't holding the teddy bear clasped her knees under the table.
"I would. I've never had a daughter either, but I'll try to be the best
daddy you could have."
The girl bit her lip, "Can I draw?"
"You'll have the biggest box of crayons in the world!" Duo promised and
I almost choked on the sensation his hopeful expression created in the
back of my throat.
"Really?" the girl asked, equally hopeful.
"Really!" he smiled and Kayla jumped to her feet, throwing her bear less
arm around his neck.
"Okay! You c'n be my daddy."
Duo stood with Kayla firmly in his arms and looked at me, tears sparkling
in his violet eyes, a heart-wrenchingly brilliant smile on his face. "Did
you hear, 'Lena? I can be her daddy," he whispered and I was nearly crying
as well. I blinked rapidly, turning to Mrs Derry where she still stood
in the doorway with an approving look on her face.
"I suppose you'll be wanting to take her home tonight?" Mrs Derry murmured.
"There's still some paperwork to fill out but that shouldn't take too
The paperwork took nearly an hour and I ended up filling out most of it,
Duo much more concerned with the girl who had fallen asleep against his
chest. He was running his fingers gently through her hair, a soft look
in his eyes.
We left the institute, buckling the still-sleeping Kayla and Mr Snoops
securely into the seat behind me. Duo looked back at her continuously
once we left the parking lot as if trying to reassure himself that she
was really there. "We really did it, Heero and I really have a family
now," he breathed, exalted. "Do you think he'll like her?" he asked, a
I cast him a sideways glance before refocusing on the road. "He'll love
her and you know it."
When we reached Duo and Heero's house Heero was dozing lightly on the
couch, a book lying abandoned on the cushion beside him. His head jerked
up at the sound of the door closing, his dark blue eyes darting around
the room before landing on Duo and me. Duo was cradling his small bundle
against him, Kayla's head resting on his shoulder. I was holding Mr Snoops
in one hand by his arm, Kayla having finally released her hold on him
Heero rose and walked slowly toward us, an amazed expression on his face
as his trailed on finger down Kayla's downy soft cheek. The girl's brown
eyes opened laboriously, her lips puckered into a tired pout. She looked
up at Heero, seeming to come awake in an instant. "Hello," she smiled
up at him. "Who're you?"
Duo looked lovingly at Heero over Kayla's head before saying softly, "That's
Heero, Kayla. He's going to be your other daddy."
"Really? So I get two daddies?"
Heero cleared his throat, finally speaking. "That's right."
"Cool!" she beamed innocently at the two of them and I smiled at the adoration
glowing in both of my friends' eyes. Two men and a little girl... I shook
my head, smile developing into a smirk. They'd be wrapped around her little
finger in no time.
Kayla yawned suddenly, her eyes starting to droop heavily toward her cheeks.
"I guess it's time to show you your room, huh?" Duo asked as Kayla settled
back down onto his shoulder. He cast Heero another blissful look before
turning to walk up the stairs toward the room they'd prepared for their
Heero looked at me then, stepping forward to wrap me in a tight hug. "I
can't thank you enough, Lovely," he said, using Duo's nickname for me,
his voice thick with emotion. He let go, stepping back. "Kayla Maxwell,"
he murmured the name that was on the adoption papers now sitting in my
purse. "I think that sounds wonderful, don't you?"
I nodded, rising on my tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek. "It sounds
Now, as I stand in my office, fingering the gold band now on the ring
finger of my right hand, I look up at the picture drawn on light blue
construction paper that hangs framed on the wall above my desk. Three
people stand in front of a boxish house; one with a tell-tale braid sticking
out of it's head, another with a wild scribble of dark brown for hair
and between them stands a little girl holding both their hands, a broad
red curve indicating her smiling lips. And I look at the lopsided heart
drawn in bright pink above the three people and I realize for the hundredth
time just why I agreed to be Duo's wife for a day. Because they are perfect.
Perfectly stable, perfectly happy, perfectly loving.
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