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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[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"Daddy was mistaken," Squall answered. "Rinoa is here. Your mother isn't. That'll have to be good enough until we figure out what's going on."

[angelo_wings]

"Your ... mother is probably off at Garden," Rinoa said, feeling sick to her stomach.

Still a teacher? That one was easy. Tempest's mother had to be Quistis.

She'd known Quistis was in love with Squall. She had assumed it was unrequited.

Apparently, one day, it wouldn't be. These children were from the future. In the future, she would ... go back to Seifer, and he'd marry Quistis, and ... and that was that.

She wished she had a moment alone, to cry.

"W-we should get breakfast," she said, instead, clearing her throat.

[leons-pride.livejournal.com]

"But daaaaaaaaaaaad," Tempest whined, "I want my MOMMY!!! That's against reg'lation!"

Some kids, unfortunately, could not be appeased with breakfast.

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

Squall wasn't sure who the kid's mother was, and he didn't care. "Well, she's not here, and what you've got is me and Rinoa. We can't find your mother on an empty stomach, can we?"

He patted Tempest on the shoulder in what he hoped was a consoling way, and then pushed the kid toward the door. "Breakfast. Come on."

[wee-heartillies.livejournal.com]

"Yooooou got yeeeeeeelled at," Sylvie giggled, sticking her tongue out.

[angelo_wings]

"Be nice, Sylvie," Rinoa chided. Facepalming.

What was she supposed to do with a kid all weekend? Her kid? Seifer's kid?

... oh, wow, their kid. Sylvie must be spoiled rotten.