Room 421, Saturday Morning
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angelo_wingsOkay, 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!)
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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Date: 2011-02-13 12:11 am (UTC)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."
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Date: 2011-02-13 12:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-13 12:17 am (UTC)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.