Room 421, Saturday Morning

[angelo_wings]

Okay, last night had been wonderful. The dance, seeing her friends, and staying way, way too late in Squall's room.

She'd been tempted to sleep over. She'd been tempted to ... well. Do other things. She'd chickened out on both.

And now, Rinoa was fast asleep, bundled up in warm covers. Maybe she wouldn't get out of bed until noon.

(yeah that won't happen. expecting a wee one and possibly others, and open to boot!)

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[angelo_wings]

Sorceress. Knight. Aunt Selphie. That. That. That.

This wasn't the wrong room at all. Hyne's wrath coming down the mountain. This was -- she was --

If Rinoa squeezed the little girl any tighter, she might not be able to breathe. It was a good thing they were near the bed, so she could collapse onto it. Her knees were buckling, and there was a strange roaring in her ears.

"You ... you're ..."

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Sylvie hadn't expected to be deposited on a lap, when Mommy had sat down all fast like that.

"Are you sick?" she asked. "Mommy? Are you okay?"

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"M-mommy's okay," Rinoa managed, somehow. "Mommy's fine, sweetie. Mommy just ... she needs to catch her breath."

This must be part of a time loop. They were rare, but they happened. Rinoa had to hope this glowing door hadn't been the start of time compression.

If her daughter -- their daughter -- had been pulled into a time loop because of time compression, did that mean they'd lost? And if so, could they keep her here, so she'd be safe?

Their daughter. This was her daughter, and Squall's. A sorceress and her knight. Unbelievable.

... of course, the really unbelievable part was that she had the wrong father, entirely.

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Sylvie pressed a kiss to Rinoa's cheek.

"You look sad," she said. "And you didn't get me breakfast yet, neither."

Sylvie had multiple priorities, here.

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"Okay," Rinoa said, reaching to smooth the girl's hair back away from her face. "We need to talk, and then we'll get food. Okay? But this is important."

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"Kay," Sylvie said. She'd be patient. But her mommy better not fudge on the breakfast.

[angelo_wings]

"Okay," Rinoa said. "Sweetie, you're ... you went to the past. That's where the glowy door took you. So mommy's all the way back in school again. I haven't even met you yet."

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"Oh." Sylvie had thought it was going to be something bad, like that she had to stay in a creepy attic by herself, or that they were out of waffles. "But you still love me an' all, right?"

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"Of course I do," Rinoa said smoothly. And she did. How could she not? "But I'm gonna ask all kinds of silly questions, since I don't know anything about you yet, and I need you to be honest with me, okay?"

Er. While she was at it ...

"Like what your name is. I bet it's pretty."

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"Syllllllllllllllvie," she said. "It's the prettiest name ever."

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"It is," Rinoa agreed. "Now Mommy needs to get dressed, and --"

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"Angelo!!!" Sylvie pushed herself off her mom's lap so she could tackle the bestest dog ever. Who was, in Sylvie's time, kind of old and moved a lot slower, but still the bestest dog ever.

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Annnnnd Sylvie would amuse herself, with Angelo.

Angelo, for her part, sniffed Sylvie a few times, glanced at Rinoa, and then settled in to be tackled and fussed over. Maybe Angelo could smell they were related, somehow. Or maybe she just had a fondness for spoiled princesses.