I looked in the mirror, observing myself. My hair was now cut short, framing my face and falling just above my shoulders. I had to wear my glasses and a sorceress bangle on my wrist. But considering those facts (along with the little factor of me being pregnant), I didn't look to bad, even after being married to Seifer Almasy for five years.
"Mommy, Mommy!" my four year old little girl, Christina, ran into the room. "Aunt Sefie's here, and she's brought Elsy and Laurie and Squall!"
In case no one knew, Selphie had moved on past Squall, even though she named her son after him. She was no longer sad about it, but sometimes she still got that nostalgic look on her face, and I knew she was thinking about him. But she had a husband and three children to deal with, so she hardly had the time to be sad about Squall.
I smiled down lovingly at Christina. She had brownish-blonde, curly hair and Seifer's bright blue eyes. I picked her up and she hugged me. There was nothing like not living in fear of a sorceress possesing you... and knowing that you had a life with a beautiful, wonderful future ahead of you.
"C'mon, Chrissy, let's go. Daddy'll want to get a picture of us all."
I walked downstairs, the wedding photo of Seifer and I still laying on the dresser.
