by NightsDawne
[Well, it would seem that things have changed for Cupid's Trio thanks to a little intruder. The conclusion of Weekend Getaway, but probably not the conclusion to Cupid's Trio stories. Thanks to all my reviewers, I luv ya guys!]
Chapter 4: Fathers Day
Irvine crept up on the bed Seifer was sleeping on, the blond laying on his back, one arm over his head, the other across his stomach, a soft snore accompanying the rise and fall of his chest. Irvine bit his lip in a smile, reaching up with one finger to rest it on Seifer's upper lip. Seifer twitched, snorted, and grabbed Irvine's wrist, rolling over onto his side. Irvine yelped softly as he was pulled over on top of Seifer, his hand pinned underneath him. He wriggled around to straddle Seifer's hip and blew in his ear. Seifer cracked open an eye.
"The hell are you doing?"
"Can I get my hand back, gorgeous?"
Seifer frowned, shifting so Irvine could get his hand out from under his side. "What'd you stick it under there for?"
"I didn't." Irvine sat up, cracking his knuckles. "You rolled over on it. You were snorin', darlin'."
"Irvine?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't fucking snore." Seifer pushed him off to sit up, rubbing the side of his face. "What'd you wake me up for? I was dreaming."
"Oh yeah?" Irvine plopped down with his head in Seifer's lap, gazing up at him.
"Yeah. Dreamt you had a kid and he was a cute little son of a bitch."
"Pinch yourself, gorgeous. Wasn't a dream." Irvine grinned.
"......" Seifer dropped his head back against the headboard. "You have a fucking kid."
"Ain't we been over this part of the trail before?"
"Yeah. But..."
"But?"
Seifer groaned. "I actually like the brat."
Irvine laughed. "Me too. And it's a good thing ya like him, makes it easier."
"Makes what easier?"
Irvine sat up, playing with Seifer's fingers as he looked down. "Was thinkin' he could visit us.. or us visit him, whatever's okay with April." Seifer didn't answer and Irvine looked up at him a bit nervously. "Ain't like we'd raise him or nothin' like that."
"Yeah, okay."
"Okay?" Irvine tilted his head to the side, breaking into a happy grin.
"I said okay, didn't I?" Seifer pulled Irvine into his lap, kissing him. "Just don't go knocking up any more chicks, got it, babe?"
Irvine dropped his forehead against Seifer's. "No problem, darlin'. Squall always remembers ta take his pill."
Seifer laughed. "Good. And one more thing. I don't do diapers. And I don't sing lullabies. And I don't clean up anything that comes out of any part of him."
"Damn. There goes your career as a nanny."
"I'm serious, Irvine. I'll handle all the manly stuff, like teaching him to ride a bike and throw a football and kick any other preschooler's ass, but the rest of that stuff is between you and Squall."
Irvine nodded. "Deal. ..... You think I can get Squall ta do all the diaper stuff?"
"If you can put up with his bitching and moaning." Seifer rolled, laying down on top of Irvine. "Speaking of moaning, don't you owe me some wild sex?"
Irvine wrapped his legs around Seifer's waist. "Well, ya know I always pay up on my debts."
Seifer smirked, undoing Irvine's pants and sliding them down his hips. "And you can bet I'm gonna make you pay, babe." Irvine laughed, pulling Seifer's face to his for a deep kiss.
"Is this about the balloon thing?" Squall closed the sliding glass door behind him, setting his coffee cup down on the table.
Seifer looked over. "You want in on it? He made you wear one, too."
Squall shrugged out of his jacket, walking over to the bed. "Yeah, I guess he did."
Irvine chuckled, reaching out to help Squall with the rest of his clothes. "I gotta get balloons more often."
Seifer leaned back against the headboard. Irvine was asleep, his head on Seifer's thigh, his ponytail hanging on by the last two inches. Squall snuggled against Seifer's side, his arms around his waist. Seifer draped his arm around Squall's shoulders and stroked his hair softly. "Why you being more quiet than usual, even, babe? You okay?"
"......" Squall gave a bare nod, staring through the wall in front of him.
"You pissed at me for something?"
Squall shook his head, sighing softly.
"You pissed at Irvine?"
Squall shook his head again.
"Babe, this'd be a whole lot easier without the twenty questions game. I don't have Irvine's magic 8-ball to see what's going on in that head of yours."
Squall shrugged a bit. It was easy to talk to Irvine. Seifer would never understand about his father anyway. Seifer thought Laguna was great. Everyone did, but at least Irvine understood Squall's side of things. He didn't need to listen to Seifer tell him what an idiot he was for shining his father on, not right now.
"You just feeling randomly bitchy or what?"
"I'm not bitchy."
"Holy shit, it speaks." Seifer kissed Squall's hair. "Now tell me what's wrong before I beat it out of you."
Squall sighed. "You wouldn't understand," he mumbled.
"What? I can't understand you when you're talking to my left nipple, babe."
"I said you wouldn't understand!"
"Then stop talking to my chest, damn it."
Squall started to push away from Seifer, but the strong cadet tightened his arm around him, pulling him back to his side. Squall slumped. "Let me go."
"Not until you tell me what's wrong, babe."
"Why should you care? It's not about sex." Squall looked away from Seifer.
"Figured that, the sex was pretty damn good. Fucking A, will you look at me?" Seifer frowned as Squall continued to stare at the foot of the bed and reached up to turn his face to his. "Is that all we are after a month of sleeping in the same bed every night? Just fuck buddies? You think the only thing about you that matters to me is the sex?"
"Isn't it?"
"No, you fucking dumbass. You're my boyfriend and I happen to care a lot about you when you're not being so Goddamn moody. Fuck it, I care about you then, too."
Squall swallowed, closing his eyes. "Do you care about me more than you care about my father?"
".... What, you think I got it for your dad? Squall, it's Selphie who's got a crush on him, not me, okay?"
Squall dropped his head onto Seifer's chest again. "That's not what I meant.. I meant... nevermind."
"No, tell me what you meant."
"You wouldn't understand."
"Shiva's sweet ass, we've done this circuit already, Squall."
Squall groaned in frustration. "Fine. Seeing Veddy made me think about my father, alright?"
Seifer looked down at the top of Squall's head and rubbed his shoulder gently. "Your dad's a great guy, Squall."
"Shut up, will you? Do you have any idea how sick I am of hearing that?"
"Okay, he's a total dipshit who can't walk and chew gum at the same time and probably talks to umbrella stands."
".... That's not what I meant, Seifer. Even if it is true."
"I don't have a dad, Squall. Don't think it's likely one's going to pop up and say 'Oops, sorry for the last nineteen years.' ... And if he did, I'd probably hate him as much as you hate Laguna. Doesn't mean I'd be right, but I'd have to get over it."
Squall looked up at Seifer. "... You do understand."
"Of course, dumbass." Seifer gave him a kiss. "But I also know you're going to have to get over it, and pretty soon. Being a drama queen just doesn't suit you. You used to hate me, and if you could get over that, you can learn to love your dad. Okay?"
Squall nodded slowly, relaxing against Seifer's chest. "Yeah, okay. Seif?"
"What, babe?"
".... You wanna go to my father's for the winter festival?"
Seifer hugged him tightly, looking across the room to the stuffed wendago. "Sounds good, babe. I know just what we can bring him for a present."
