Revenge of The Lost (A Gundam Wing Fanfiction Novel)

49: Nephew or Brother

Earth: Gin's Place

“Yo, Gin.” Duo had his arms behind his head, his usual greeting. “Promised to stop by. Actually, kept it.”

“Hi, Gin,” Hilde greeted him.

“Hey there.” Gin gestured for them to come in. “Nothing much. Basic place. Prefer it though, much more like a home. Never needed a whole mansion. Still fine. Ma still hasn’t found me.”

“Ah, she doesn’t want to kill you. She wants to break a bone at least for leaving everything to me.” He didn’t have too much to worry about, Miss Phillips wasn’t actively looking for him. He was still her kid. She had the slightest case of ‘I care’ that saved him, but not enough to keep him out of a hospital.

Middie came into the room with little Alec. “Hey.”

“Hey there.” Duo went over to see little Alec. “Hey Alec, how’s it going? Growing? Did you miss your Uncle Duo?” Middie easily gave him over. Okay, let’s see. Promises, promises.

Alec was delighted to see him. Probably didn’t remember him, but people liked Duo. Also excitement and funny voices did tend to go over well with kids.

“Upsadaisy.” He held him out further. Hair, brunette. Him and Gin had different brunette hair. Didn’t mean much. Excited and not real quiet, babbling excitedly. Seemed fine. Then?

///”If it’s Trowa’s, you’ll see something. Trowa is someone so special, you would definitely see it in his child.”///

Oh, that shape. There was something screaming that that was kind of Trowa’s eye shape. He wasn’t an expert, but. “He’s growing up, huh?” Did Middie see that in him too? Just a shape. It’s just a shape, just a small look. Nothing concrete. Alec started to pull at his nose. “Hey, I never said you could grab that.” He brought him closer. “So, how are things otherwise down here?”

“Okay.” Middie didn’t look too peppy. The kid probably wore her out. Maybe. She might be having some troubles again.

“Hey, any new art lately?” Duo knew that she made a lot of art.

“Nothing’s really stuck to her mind,” Gin answered him. “Can’t rush things that don’t come.”

Yeah, but art helped her to cope. “You should probably pick up a brush and just splash some paint around.”

“Too busy.” She gestured for Alec back.

“More like too tired,” Duo said instead. “Why don’t you catch up on some rest? I’ll just shoot the breeze with Gin for awhile. It’ll give me time to spend with my nephew.”

She looked toward Gin and he shook his head back at her. “Okay. Sorry.” She went to her room.

“Postpartum?” Hilde asked Gin. “Is she really tired?”

“Why isn’t she doing her art? How long has she not been doing her art?” Duo asked. Trowa would definitely want to do that.

“Started last monthish?” Gin answered. “Ugh, I hate it. She’s always been one tough cookie to crack, but she’s just not bouncing back. Like, it’s been months since that hit, and . . .”

Killing someone didn’t work like that. “Encourage her art. Maybe get Alec’s Uncle Trowa to come see her too?” Gin really should have told Trowa she stopped doing art.

“He doesn’t answer the phone a lot. I know he’s family to her, but when I call, there’s never an answer. Middie called him once and he picked up right away. I tried to get her to call her brother, but she isn’t budging.” Gin looked over toward Alec. “At least she’s got me and her Smart Alec. Although?”