Summary: This is just the Epilogue, so don't get you're hopes up thinking that this is the greatest thing. Ummm this Chapter is just Intro so you can see the kind of relationship between Squall and his daughter, it'll pay off I promise!
Disclaimer: The day I own Final Fantasy is the day Final Fantasy goes down the drain! I would ruin it, it would become a laughing stock in the gaming world! so no i do not own the characters in this story save Bara so please don't sue and please don't steal Bara! She's been in my head since '99!
Squall Leonhart looked at the little hands that were messing with his hair. Small and pale, long fingers despite the actual size of them. Like her mother's. How was this child his? He'd asked himself the same question almost everyday for the past four and a half years. And every time he came to the same conclusion: it's in her eyes.
Every inch of her screamed that she was Rinoa's daughter, the color of her hair, the shape of her face, even her voice sounded like her mother's. But her eyes, they were his. Of course there were some days that he thought this child had no father, that Rinoa had been blessed with a child and it was chance by fate he was there the day she was born. Because how could such a perfect child, come from him?
Rinoa would call him foolish for thinking this way, and all she had to do was say "Bara the symbol of love that is between us," and Squall wouldn't wounder if Bara was his or not anymore.
"There, Papa! Done!" the little girl stepped back, her sky blue dress reflecting in her eyes. Squall ran and hand through his hair, and found it uneven and scattered with braids, He couldn't hold in his laugh as she swooped the little girl in his arms, "And what is this!" he laughed tugging on one of the braids.
Bara giggled, "Now you're pretty!"
"Well, Papa's got to go to work soon. He can't go looking like this."
Little Bara put her hands on Squall's shoulders and gave him a peck on his cheek, "Yes he can. 'Cause I'll cry if he doesn't." She squirmed out of her dad's arms and ran to her closet. She threw open the doors and began rummaging through it.
Still laughing, Squall stood to his feet and walked over to the spot where his little one had disappeared into the mess that was also called her closet. He went to lean over the pile of toys and mess when she popped out suddenly.
"FOUND IT!" Squall jumped back, and Bara lunged at him again.
Somehow she manged to knock her father's balance off and he crashed to floor. The little five year old the shoved a black hat at him, still beaming and glowing with laughter.
"Wear this! That way you can still be pretty." Smile, even that sweet smile looked like her mother's. Squall took the hat and upon closer examination discovered that the hat was his. Without questioning it, Squall took the hat from Bara and placed it on his head.
"How do I look?" he asked spreading his arms wide and giving his kindest smile.
"You look great Squall"
Squall looked into the at the door where Rinoa was standing and hiding her mouth behind her hand.
"You would find it amusing," Squall pushed himself to his feet and picked Bara up in his arms, who simply yawned and leaned against her father, ready to go to sleep again.
AN: just so everyone knows, the reason why Squall talks in third person is because that's how my dad has always talked about himself. But he only does it to me and when he's not being serious. Squall reminds me a lot of my dad. I've always been treated differently because I'm his Lil girl! It's even on his tattoo!
So this chapter is dedicated to my Daddy. LOVE YOU DADDY!