Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Final Fantasy 8 in any shape form or fashion. Never have, never will. Author's Note: I know I should be working on my other story but I just couldn't help myself. I was listening to some soft music while watching the snow fall and this just kind of popped into my head. Hope y'all enjoy it and don't forget to review!
Baby of Mine
By Phoenix DeFuego
Rinoa woke with a start, her brown eyes darting around the darkened room. After catching her breath Rinoa rolled over onto her side and resisted the momentary feeling of panic when Squall wasn't there. Sitting up in bed, Rinoa looked around the lightless room but was unable to see anything. Throwing off the white cotton sheets, Rinoa sleepily got out of bed and shuffled towards the bedroom door, her blue silk nightgown brushing against her thighs.
Outside the single window the snow continued to softly drift by, which only added to the cold and lonely feeling of the dark and empty room. Rinoa grabbed the golden doorknob and slowly twisted it to the right as she quietly opened the door. As she tiredly walked down the hall Rinoa noticed that the door next to their bedroom was open by just a crack and a thin line of yellow light spilled out into the hallway.
Rinoa gently pushed the white door open and smiled at the scene before her. Squall sat in an old rocking chair with his head tilted back and snoring softly with their baby daughter peacefully sleeping in his protective arms.