Miles sat on the side of the bed in his room, a bit anxious. He looked around, at all the items he and Jasmine had stored here. All the memories of their time together. He didn't remember too much about the alternate future anymore, but he remembered enough, and he didn't regret his decision for a second.
"So," he loudly said, trying to make conversation, "I was talking to Squall earlier today."
Jasmine yelled from the bathroom, "Really?"
"Yeah, he says that Esthar is doing well on mopping up Galbadia. Apparently, once Harket was killed, morale plummeted. Most of the army split. It's really all over, just the cleaning up."
"Yeah."
"Yep, Esthar moves in to free Winhill tomorrow. They say that they should have the whole thing done by next week. Quick conclusion to a quick beginning, huh?"
There was no reply.
"Jas?"
Jasmine slowly stepped out of the bathroom and looked at Miles.
He stared at her expectantly, barely able to speak the words, "Well?"
She nodded, with a wide grin on her face, "I'm pregnant."
He leaped up, "We did it!"
They embraced each other, in celebration. Life had been preserved, and life would be continued.

-Philip "Tooner" McCabe