Chapter 4

SQUALL'S POV

Seifer stands up and stretches signalling the dinner is ending and I'm wondering if I'll be able to leave without a little demon attach to me.

"It's time for bed, Tyke." Seifer announces to the groaning child.

"But I don't want to." Adrian whines while yawning

"I know, I know now go give your Mum a goodnight kiss." I see the evil grin on Seifer's face as he watches his son give a kiss to his mother. "Now go give your angel a kiss, a big wet one."

The demon now wearing the same devious grin as his father spins swiftly eyes now trained on me looking for any movement that could mean I'm going to make a break for it. He takes two slow steps before pouncing knocking the wind out of me and lands one kiss on both cheeks and a finishing kiss on my nose. I grimace and use my sleeve to wipe away the slobber.

"Thanks." I grumble to the giggling demon as he's swept up in the arms of his father.

"You're welcome, anytime." The little one replies in a fair imitation of the large blonde now roaring with laughter.

"Daddy I don't want to go to bed."

"But you have to." Are the last words I hear then the soft click of the door closing.

SEIFER'S POV

I tuck Dri in and place a kiss on top of his head and adjust the fire engine blanket around him. "Goodnight." I often wonder at the man he'll become. I can see a lot of me in him but he's too sweet to end up as the loud arrogant man that I'll admit to being but that may be what comes from having a Mother and Father.

He yawns and sleepily blinks up at me. "You're going to marry Squall one day." He says.

"Well, that's news to me. Where did you get that funny idea?" I chuckle. Dri scrunches up his face now in thinking mode.

"I don't know but it's true and he'll be our angel. Then you'll be happy and..." He pauses.

"Goodnight, Daddy." Just like that, like there was nothing in between my goodnight and now.

"Hold on your not going to get away that easily. Explain." He screws up his face again.

"Umm, have good dreams?" he tries. I give him a slightly annoyed look.

"No not that, the marrying Squall and happy stuff?" He gives me a very confused look probably thinking along the lines of Daddy's gone crazy. I sigh, calming myself.

"Don't worry about it. Go to sleep." I give another kiss and leave. Well that was disturbing and going over it will do nothing. Well, there's a simple solution to this, I'm going to ignore it. Poof it's gone, like magic.

SEIFER'S POV

"Ready?" Leonhart raises his eyebrow slightly in question. I nod and turn towards the door hearing Leonhart politely farewell Celia before following with boyfriend in tow. We stop about ten steps outside my front door.

"I'll see you tomorrow." At the stumped look of Jason's face I decide to be helpful.

"OH, I saw that look Leonhart, in other words lover boy. You won't be getting any of Leonhart's ass tonight." I smirk and wink at Leonhart. Leonhart glares but doesn't say anything to oppose me. Ha hah looks like I was right.

"Fine" Jason pouts then walks off like a spoilt child.

"I believe he'd be classed as high maintenance." The comment goes unremarked. What is the point in going out with a man if he's going to chuck a sissy fit like a woman?

After seeing his girlie man disappears around the corner Leonhart straightens and starts walking to the meeting. So like Leonhart not to bother with words and go straight to action but seriously he should give warning every once and a while.

SQUALL'S POV

I walk in and sit down ignoring all the curious stares that we receive when we arrive at the meeting together. Selphie and Irvine were on the right side of the table and Quistis and Zell on the left leaving the ends of the table for Seifer and me. It was only the orphanage gang meaning they were going to try to convince me to do something I don't want to do and probably trying to see me without Jason.

"Yah, now that you guys are here we can begin." Great, Selphie is bouncing from excitement. Meaning the thing I don't want to do is a party or event of some kind.

"All right let's get down to business. Who are the awards going to go to?" Awards? No way.

"I thought that we weren't going to have an Award ceremony after last year."

SEIFER'S POV

I poke the Irvine in the side. "What happen last time?" I whisper and I see a lazy smile appear on the cowboy's face.

"Well, they're boring right?" I nod that pretty much goes without saying. "Last year Selphie decides to put in a number of people choice awards to try to make it less boring and more flash, added some performances too. Anyways, one of the awards was for the best ass. Well." He nods his head toward Leonhart, then gulps at the glare Leonhart is firing his way. I smirk that's really only a warning glare; I can take him further.

"Best ass award Leonhart, and here I thought you'd changed?" He smirks as if to say if you've got one for me, I have one for you.

"Quiet Boy, you don't want to make me change my tone."

The condescending asshole, in old time Leonhart would ignore the comment but now it's jib for jib and he know how much I hate to be called boy or spoken down to.

"Please Squall, the Seeds need this for morale among other things, can't we just have the Awards." Selphie pleads with her big green eyes and I can see they are having the desired effect on Leonhart.

Leonhart sits back in his chair with a deep scold, hand on forehead and considers his problems in classic Leonhart style.

"You can have your Award ceremony. The second it finishes I'm going on vacation. Is everyone in agreement? Good. Selphie, deal with the arrangements of the Award ceremony. Should you need any help be sure to pick on anyone in this room. Goodnight." He gets up and walks out of the room and I have to agree silently that Leonhart has an award-winning ass.

"That turned out to be much easier than I was planning on. Why couldn't he have stayed longer though?" The hyper brunette frowns.

"Well, this has gotta be interesting to send Leonhart running. So what happen next?" Irvine smiles again and takes an idle look around gathering in his audience.

"Well for the peoples viewing pleasure we seated Squall up the back and made sure that Squall wore appropriate attire, short jacket and tight pants. That may have been fine if my sweetheart didn't announce it when Squall got up to accept the award. Of-course people were staring and Squall got about half way to the stadium when he stops and smirks." Irvine pause like any good storyteller would when the plot turns.

"He starts to undo the buttons of his jacket one at a time, slowly and fuckin' sensually then tugs at the bottom of his sleaves rolling his shoulders back allowing the garment to fall back catching it before it falls to the ground. Oh yes, everyone was sitting up straight in anticipation, breathing slightly slowed and deeper, it was only the beginning."

He leans back further in his chair and closes his eyes like he's remember something really good that probably needs private time. Glancing around the room I can easily see that Irvine isn't the only one.

"Hmm, well so we thought. Before we can even think straight that jacket that gave us the enticing images was wrapped around his hips and Squall was doing his little walk to the podium to give his acceptance speech." Irvine clears his throat he's going for an impression.

'"Selphie, Irvine, Quistis and Zell I suggest you run."' Irvine impression is much exaggerated but I don't think anyone would be able to get Leonhart's soft musical voice correct.

"Well, there are of course the taunts like "Nice Ass Commander Leonhart." So our leader decides to change to slacks and pants which don't fit so nicely but the uniform ladies decide they don't like this and only give back the tight fitting clothes after laundry." Chickenwuss butts in unable to keep out of it.

"Oh you should have seen the amount of offers he got for underwear modelling; he could have gotten a lot of Gil from that."

"But it was hell to go through." Quistis sigh and smiles warmly at the memory.

"Women and Men were throwing themselves at him. Remember that girl that tried to climb up to Squall's office." Chicken rejoins loudly.

"Jason got very jealous and possessive and they had only been going out for a month before. But Squall was grateful he kept some of the people away." Quistis puts in. It's amusing seeing the conversation bounce between them. They are definitely a couple.

"Jason keeps stealing Squall away from us, won't let Quistis near him beyond work. I bet that's where Squall went now." Selphie pouts.

"No, I don't think Jason will be seeing Leonhart's ass tonight. He almost destroyed a little boy's beliefs and that pissed Leonhart off." I chuckle remembering the goodnight between them.

"All right Seifer. You're already stirring up trouble." Selphie exclaims loudly jumping out of her chair. Saying she happy that it seems a break-up could be on the cards would be an understatement. "Any since, Squall's no longer here and Seifer's got a wife and kid at home. And I guess I'm organising we should probably get sleep, I'll be in need of your help in the future." She winks and everyone groans.

"Sweetheart, when are you going to learn you shouldn't warn people about your plans?" Irvine smiles fondly at his wife.

I need a baby sitter for tomorrow night, me and Celia are going out by ourselves to talk and see if this relationship is going to last. My problem is that Dri has taken on the personal task of disappearing on every baby sitter that has looked after him. It's alright, if not ideal, if he goes during the day while I'm at work I can be looking for him within minutes but I'm going to Balamb and it a good half an hour away.

This leaves me standing in front of Leonhart's door to ask him a favour. He's the only one I confident Dri won't run on.

I ring the bell repeatedly; it's my opinion that if you have a doorbell it's begging to get annoyed by it.

"Come crawling back. Well I don't give a fuck." Leonhart yells through the door and I don't think I was whom he expecting.

"Leonhart you're drunk and alone that's what some of us would call that a problem." He frowns.

"Well I didn't start alone but I am now." He pauses deep in comical drunk thought. "You can join me. There, problem solved." He looked somewhat proud of himself but I think he's focusing on the wrong part of the problem.

"So what's the celebration for?"

"I celebrate that Jason dumped me. I'm drunk because I'm alone again." My, can't Leonhart be very profound when pissed. He steps a side and starts walking away in a wobbly line looks like I'm coming in. The lounge room is large with a large comfy looking couch and side seats. There's an impressive entertainment system along the right wall and a piano in the corner. It's plain but comfortable.

"What wouldssh you like a wrink?" He asks me and stumbles to kitchen counter.

"I'll get that, unless you want it spilt."

"To late for that, I already spilt some. Boy I'm going to be in wrouble tamorrows."

"Tomorrow?"

"Yep, I don't care now but tamorrow I'll be pissed." He pauses. "Th other pissed."

"I can I ask a favour of you?"

"Don't yoo think that's taking advantage of me?" He raises an eyebrow then winks. He gulps down the rest of his cup and looks down at it sadly.

"I need more alcohol." He is now talking to the cup like it's going to magically appear. I get up and pour him a glass of water and hand it to him.

"This isn't alcohol." I didn't think he'd be able to tell that any more.

"Sure it is straight vodka." He scrunches him nose adorably but downs the lot. "More vodka!" The brunette announces loudly.

"I guess there's a child in all of us." I say quietly at Leonhart's antics but he hears anyway.

"Really that's so sad, we should set them free." He gets up likes he's going to make good on his words. Okay, I guess there's only one way to treat a drunk Squall Leonhart and that's how I treat Adrian Almasy.

"Tomorrow when you can walk in a straight line or walk at all."

"I can walk." He puts one foot in front of the other but a dizzy wave hits him and stumbles forward. He would have fallen if I didn't catch him.

"Oh my hero, that deserves a kiss." He gets up on his tippy toes and plants a kiss on my mouth. Pressing closer he starts to suck on my neck and I'm too stun to do any thing. That's my excuse and I'm stick to it. There's no way I'm finding this even slightly arousing. Then the suction Leonhart leans back.

"I should shleep but I need help and a bucket." It's amazing how fast that boy changes moods.

Author's notes: I didn't really know what to do next hence taking a long time to update. But I know now the vague storyline but not the details. So hopefully I'll be quicker.

Um, thanks for the reviews any ideas are welcome. I like to see a relationship develop before boom they're in love, so there's your warning I don't know how long it'll take. Seifer and Celia still have to break-up, among other stuff.

P.S. I hope drunk Squall wasn't to weird.

(Revised 10th August 2005)