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!)

Comments

[wee-heartillies.livejournal.com]

Pounding, pounding, on the door! Pounding, pounding, answer it!

That was the song Sylvie was singing in her head, anyway. She might start singing it out loud at any moment.

"Mooooooooooooommy!" she shouted. "OPEN UP!"

The knocking was rhythmic. The song would not be long after.

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

Squall knocked on the door, with his own wee one in tow. "We need to talk," he announced.