A/N: Decided to create a second collection of FFVIII one shots, these being the super sad, angsty, dramatic and feelsy ones! I write a lot of dramatic little stories for my two roleplay blogs, Squall and Laguna and have been thinking about putting them on here as well so...here we are! Not all of these are from my blogs although I think quite a few will, but I love to write angst and drama and it'll be nice to have a place to put them separate from all the fluffy ones XD Will still likely all include Squall and Laguna...I am way too obsessed with those two .

Title: Mother's Day

Warnings: Minor cursing, on Squall's part

Words: 298

Summary: Laguna finally shows Squall Raine's grave.

"There it is Squall…there's your mother."

Squall slowly walked up towards the grave, not even glancing at his father as he passed him. A slab of stone, bearing a name and two dates…was he supposed to feel something? But he felt nothing at all, he stared blankly, confused. This was his mother, the one who gave birth to him…why couldn't he feel anything?

A side glance at Laguna, as if searching for an answer as to what he was supposed to do. But Laguna, for once, said nothing. Squall crouched down, fingers trailing uncertainly over granite before clenching hard into a fist. His teeth dug into his lip in frustration, fist banging hard enough on stone to bruise knuckles as he exploded.

"What am I supposed to do?...to say? A-am I supposed to talk to her? Cry? I DON'T KNOW!"

With a pained look in his eyes, Laguna sat next to the boy, hand resting on Squall's back rubbing reassuringly. "Just do what feels right," he said softly.

"….But I've never known her…how do I know what's right?"

His head hung low, bangs covering his eyes. "I don't even know what a mother is like…how…"

Fingers clenched into the dirt, free hand wiping harshly over his eyes, erasing tears that had started to fall. "Why?! Why am I…" Fingers dug harder into the ground, ripping at his nails. "F-fuck!" A half strangled sob broke the words as more tears started coming against his will.

Laguna gently laid a hand across his son's shoulders, hesitantly, expecting a rejection. When no protest came aside from a slight stiffening he let his arm relax, thumb rubbing soothingly over skin.

They sat there, until Squall's sobs had long dried and their knees locked up. The family together for the very first time…