Sorry for the late continuation

"Feeling alright, Squall?" Cid asked. He placed his bouquet on a table next to the bed where Squall lay, followed by Quistis and Nida.

Squall tapped his cast, "Yeah it feels alright, just a little stiff,"

The three visitors got into a chatty conversation with him. He was unaware of Rinoa's sulking only after a few moments, he stole a glance at her.

He looked back at Cid, Quistis and Nida, "I'm feeling a little sleepy,"

"Well, we better leaving then. Take care of him Rinoa," said Quistis. Cid shook Squalls hand and followed her out. They were both alone now.

"What's the matter?" Squall asked.

Rinoa turned around. She had a cellphone in her hand, "Selphie just called. She told me about your email,"

Squall didn't know what to say. They just sat there, looking at each other. Rinoa broke the silence, "You really didn't want it?"

Squall nodded, "Yeah, sorry."

"Then why didn't you stop me last night? Why did you let me come on to you? You could've stopped it!"

"I know, I'm sorry, it's just," Squall paused. He didn't actually know what he wanted to say. Why didn't he stop her? He gave it a hard thought, smiled, and looked up to her.

"Because you were so beautiful, standing at my doorstep. I didn't want it was because I wasn't worth you. Not yet at least. I didn't want to take you virginity away. I didn't want to hurt you. But I was greedy. I accepted your advance, ignoring my conscience. I'm sorry, you're just so beautiful to me, and I didn't want to hurt you."

Rinoa's eyes were tearing. She gave him a very touched look.

"Forgiven?" Squall asked, he placed his hand on an empty spot on his bed, asking her to sit next to him.

"Forgiven." Rinoa sat next to him, and gave Squall a hug. They held on to each other for what seemed to be hours, until Rinoa broke it off, "Just remembered, you didn't throw the condom in the waste paper basket, did you? The cleaner woman might see it."

"Shit," was Squall reply.

"Usually, that would mean you did do the wrong thing. But that's not what you mean is it?" Rinoa asked.

Squall held her hand, "I didn't use it."

"What?"

"I didn't use it,"

"Sorry, I thought you said you didn't use it,"

"I did,"

"Thank heavens,"

"I did say I didn't use it,"

"Oh my god."

Zell and Irvine were ready to go. They fully masked themselves with oil pastel. Just as they were about to walk out of the Dincht's Residence, Ma Dincht walked in.

"Ma!" Zell ran up to her and gave Ma Dincht the best hug he could.

"What's up with you?" Ma Dinch asked. Irvine shook his head, "Kidnappers released you?"

Ma Dincht had a confused look, "kidnappers, what kidnappers?"

"But the letter," Zell pulled out the ransom note from his pocket, and gave it to Ma Dincht.

Ma Dincht put on her reading glasses, and inspected the note, "This is your brother's handwriting,"

"What?" Zell ran into the playroom. A few seconds later he came out with his brother, chasing him up the stairs.

"Zell had a bubu, Zell had a bubu," the little boy chanted mischievously.

Irvine laughed at Zell, who tripped on the first step, followed by a series of taunting and teasing by the younger sibling.

"Care to join us for dinner, Irvine?"

Irvine gave her a warm smile. He had forgotten about how Zell had treated him, and all the other unfortunate encounters from yesterday.

"I'd love to," he replied.

"We're going to have a baby?" Rinoa asked. Her hands were covering her mouth, stopping the flow of tears.

"Yeah, I guess." Squall stroked her tummy, thinking the baby must already be developing in that little tummy of hers.

"But he's a mistake," Rinoa urged. She clearly was regretting this a little.

"It'll be alright. I already have a stable job, and probably Laguna can get us a house in Esther."

"No," Rinoa kept on urging.

Squall was starting to worry she might want to abort.

"I think Winhill is more appropriate."

"I know it is," Squall gave her another hug.

"What are we going to name him/her then?"

"If it's a boy, Kaizak." Squall suggested.

"And if it's a girl?"

"Anything you want,"

That night, they just held hands till morning came. Not letting go of one another, not wanting the other to let go.

"Squall,"

"Yeah?"

"There were no blood stains last night,"

"What? That means,"

"Still want it?"

"Let's do it,"

It doesn't end here! Watch out for Walking on Water, a continuation 16 years later. Though its more into adventure and less into comedy. I'll try and add some humor in too, of course. The ending here was abit stale, but I had to rush the ending a little. Sorry to my little league of readers.