1 Disclaimer: OK, I don't own FF8. Because if I did, I could guarantee a LOT more FF8 merchandise like movies, action figures, blow up squall dolls... :O
Summary: Squall and Rinoa, both at the age of 17, decide to get really drunk one night at a friends Christmas party and end up having an 'oops'. How will this glorious accident change their lives?
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A/N:Chapter is going to be from Squalls point of view.
My Girl
"I'm sorry, Squall. I hope that didn't ruin the moment..." She blushed.
"Rinoa, nothing could ruin this moment." He placed his index finger underneath her chin and brought her face closer to his and kissed her passionately. "I love you so much."
Rinoa smiled happily and placed a kiss on his ear and whispered, "Right back at ya, tiger."
Chapter 2 : A Proposal?
'It's been nearly 4 months, and she's looking as beautiful as ever...'
After Quistis had barged in on us making love on her living room floor, Rinoa and I decided we would tell her father about the baby. He was pretty angry, as expected. I remember the words 'Rinoa, you better get an abortion!' But after we reasoned with him, he changed his words to 'Squall, you're getting a vasectomy!' Heh, yeah right...
Anyway, Rinoa ended up talking her father into getting us our own apartment, for privacy reasons. She's pretty much the best negotiator I've ever known, and having a rich father was a plus. We ended up landing a really nice apartment. But I think that he also wanted to test me, to see if I had what it took to become a father, and a good boyfriend. He most likely wanted to see how I would take care of his beloved daughter. And I would prove to him, that I would be the best man for Rinoa.
My parents, however, were thrilled about being grandparents. My mother cried tears of joy, exclaiming about how good of a father I would make. My father went about it a whole different way. He ended up buying me a few drinks and threw me a 'congratulations, you've become a man' party. He's... an OK guy.
But as for the moment, Rinoa and I sat in our luxurious cozy apartment. Rinoa had chosen beige and white for the two main color schemes. Those colors were included in everything from the soft leather couch, down to the polished wooden floors. It was tranquil, comfortable, and a perfect place to raise a child.
Rinoa sat in the rocking chair that I had made just for her, rubbing her thumb along the surface of the smooth dark wood. "It's perfect, Squall..." I smiled as I continued my gaze on her stomach, thinking to myself,
'There's a human being inside her... and I helped conceive it...'
Rinoa laughed, catching me staring at her rather large belly. She always found it amusing how I would always stare at her like that. But she always seemed to baffle me with her sudden outbursts of girlish giggles.
"You know, Squall, babies can hear what's going on outside..."
I quirked an eyebrow. "What exactly are you implying?"
"Well... I was thinking maybe... you could sing to her?" She looked into my eyes, hoping I would do it. I gave her the 'you've-got-to-be-kidding-me' look. I wasn't the type of person to sing.
"Are you insane? I think some one's been taking crazy pills... You're the mom, you sing. Besides, your soothing angelic voice would be so much better than my deep, grouchy one." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and stared at her seriously.
Rinoa only mimicked my look, but instead she had a nice stomach to rest her folded arms upon.
"Yes, I am the mom. Do you know what that means?" She paused for a moment, not really waiting for an answer. "It means that I get to walk around with extra weight in my belly for several months, I can tell what soap you used this morning all of the way from the kitchen because of my high sense of smell, I get sudden cravings for things that I don't even like, I get pains everywhere in my body, my boobs are getting bigger and more tender, my water is going to break, I get to have the baby, my breasts are going to leak, I get giant mood swings, I-"
Before she could complain anymore, I hushed her up with a deep passionate kiss. She was a very manipulative person. It was one of her best qualities. Her motto has always been: 'The man may be the head of the house, but the woman is the neck, and she can turn him whichever way she likes'.It sucks.
"Alright, I suppose I can sing something."
She cheered happily as she clapped her hands softly. But I could still see that gleam of pride behind those chocolate eyes. I sighed and sat on the floor, facing our baby, thinking of what song to sing. And suddenly, it slipped past my lips.
"You are so beautiful... to me..." I started out softly, still being a bit shy. I could feel my cheeks flushing crimson as Rinoa giggled at me, making me look into her eyes and glare like a child.
"What?"
"Squall, you have a terrific voice. But you're singing too silently. Why don't you sing a bit louder?"
I sighed, giving her a 'do-I-have-to' look. She nodded happily, begging for me to continue. I had to do this. There was no way out of it. I'm just glad she's not making me do it in front of anyone else. I'd never hear the end of it.
"You are so beautiful... to me
Can't you see
You're everything I hoped for
You're everything I need
You are so beautiful
To me..."
I leaned over and kissed her perfect belly, and silently told the baby girl inside it, "I love you..." The corners of my lips curled up slightly as I looked up into Rinoa's eyes. She wasn't only smiling... she was crying.
"Squall... I love you so much..."
I smiled back. This woman and our baby... they're everything to me. I stood up and kissed her on the lips, ready to move on to something else.
"Well, I suppose I should be making dinner." I stretched and rubbed the back of my neck.
"No, honey. You already did enough for me. I'll be the one to make dinner tonight."
I smiled and nodded. It wasn't every day when I got a cooked meal from Rinoa. I was always making her rest. I didn't want her to wear herself out, she was pregnant for Christ's sake. My father told me to keep her off of her feet as much as possible, or else she could start complaining about bunions. But instead of complaining about her feet, she would complain about how much her 'tush' hurt from sitting down all of the time. She said the rocking chair wasn't too hard, but too much of a good thing can be a pain in the ass...
She extended her hand, asking me non verbally to help her up out of the chair. I complied and grabbed her hand, pulling her out of the chair slowly. She maundered a thanks before she steered straight towards the kitchen to prepare supper.
"Honey, what do you want?" She shouted from the other room. I didn't know what I wanted, really. Every thing she made was spectacular. She was my favorite chef. She could out cook me in anything, no matter if it was slow roasted pork, home made pizza, spaghetti, even pancakes. Once a man lives with Rinoa and her cooking, all of his skills will be put to shame, and he wouldn't be able to live without her.
"Spaghetti sounds pretty good." I announced to her.
"All right, do you want garlic bread with that?"
I pondered on that for a moment. "I dunno, would you want to kiss me after that?"
She giggled from the other room. I could just see her rolling her eyes while pulling out the ingredients and utensils.
I decided to plop down on the couch and turn on the television. There was really nothing interesting on, besides the local news channel and a re-run of Family Guy on cartoon network.
Several minutes had passed, and I was beginning to grow old of sitting and staring at the television. Rinoa was way more interesting than this, so I decided to get up and pester her while she was cooking. I smirked as I entered the kitchen, walking up behind Rinoa and wrapping my arms around her. I placed my face into the crevice of her neck and kissed her. My hands drifted down and began rubbing her stomach slowly.
"Why does everyone insist on touching that?" She asked, trying to sound irritated.
"Because it's beautiful..." I replied softly.
"Being fat is beautiful?" She retorted.
"Rinoa, you're pregnant with a child. Our child. The only two things more beautiful than that is a woman playing with her children, and then there's yourself, my love."
Rinoa placed her hand upon mine, squeezing it gently. Her delicate finger ran over my fingers smoothly, sighing happily at the touch.
And then all of a sudden, she gasped and her knees became weak. She grabbed onto my hand and I helped her back up, supporting her in my arms.
"Rinoa? What is it?" I asked concernedly.
"Did you feel that?" She questioned in amazement, her eyes wide with shock.
"No, what are you talking about?"
She turned around to face me and lifted her shirt up just enough so I could see her belly. I stared at it a few seconds waiting for something to happen. And suddenly, I saw the tiny little bump that she was making such a fuss over.
"Hnn!" She screamed, grabbing my shoulder a little bit too hard. "Squall, make her stop!"
I couldn't help but crack a smile. "It looks like we've got a bully on our hands."
"Squall! This is no time for jokes!" She whined and glared at me. I only smirked and picked her up. "Hey! What are you do-OW!" The baby had kicked again.
"I'm taking you to lay down on the couch. You can't cook in this condition." I headed over to the couch and laid her down gently, making sure she was as comfortable as possible.
"But Squally..." She looked up at me.
"I know, my cooking sucks. But all I have to do is boil it until the timer goes off, drain it, and add the sauce, right?"
"Well, yes, but..."
"Rinoa, just lay there and wait till I prepare dinner." I kneeled down and put my face next to her stomach. "And you stop pestering mommy. I'm the only one allowed to do that." I kissed her stomach and headed for the kitchen to litigate supper.
Once dinner was finished, I set everything out on the table, trying to make it look half way decent. I kept looking over to Rinoa once in a while, noticing her hand was draped over her eyes. I was glad to see she was resting, she's been to hell and back for the past few months. Her strength was admirable.
I walked over to Rinoa and placed my hand on her shoulder. She stirred slightly and peeked up at me through her fingers.
"Well hello, handsome." She said, wearing a smirk on her beautiful features. I only chuckled and shook my head.
"Dinner's set." I threw my thumb behind me, pointing to the dinner table. She took a whiff of the scent of spaghetti and looked pleased.
"It smells wonderful."
"I could tell you liked it by the amount of dribble you have on your chin." She quickly placed her hand up to her mouth and glared. OK, so there wasn't any drool on her chin, I just loved seeing her get embarrassed. It was really... cute.
Rinoa shook her head, muttering something under her breath about sweet revenge, and we proceeded to dinner.
The spaghetti had turned out pretty good, the sauce was superb, and the garlic bread hadn't been burnt. These three simple things had made dinner fantastic, and with my companion at my side, it made things even more enjoyable. I saw Rinoa glancing at the tiny wooden clock sitting upon the tv.
"Squall, Quistis should be here shortly."
My precious high had just turned into misery. Rinoa knew that I didn't really like Quistis. Maybe it was because every morning whenever I'd step out of the bathroom with just a single white towel hanging loosely around my waist, she'd be the one to whistle and say 'Nice abs' or 'Yep, he could definitely model underwear'. I would always glance at Rinoa, telepathically informing her that her best friend was going to be slaughtered in her sleep. She'd always just shake her head and smile, telling me later on to just ignore her remarks.
Just then, the doorbell rang. I hung my head and sighed. Rinoa giggled as she stood up from her seat, patting my back softly.
"If she says ANYTHING, I'm going to strangle her with the telephone cord."
She shook her head disapprovingly. "That wouldn't be too smart, Squall. You'd get caught, and my baby wouldn't have a daddy."
I just decided to fold my arms and glare out the window, knowing the conversation wouldn't go anywhere. Rinoa walked over to the door and opened it slightly to make certain it was Quistis. Indeed, it was her.
Quistis walked in, holding a large decorative bag in her hand.
"What's in the bag?" Rinoa asked, obviously noticing it as well.
"Oh, this? It's just a little gift for the baby." Quistis said happily, bending down to rub Rinoa's belly. Rinoa just gave me a tired glare, while I smirked at her. After she was done pestering Rinoa, she gave her the bag. "Go ahead and see what's inside."
Although Rinoa felt uneasy receiving gifts, even for her baby, she still enjoyed the suspense from finding out just what exactly it was her friends decided to give her. She would always try to convince me that she wasn't a greedy person, and how she felt awkward having something given to her, but deep down inside I knew she loved having people thinking of her.
Rinoa smiled as she pulled out what was in the large bag. It was a fleece blanket with baby blue bunnies imprinted all over it. Rinoa's eyes widened and glistened as she felt the blanket.
"Oh my gosh, it's so soft!" She looked over to me and placed the blanket up to my face. "Squall, isn't it lovely?"
I smiled at her and nodded. I enjoyed seeing the little girl in her come out.
"There's more in there, Rinny." Rinoa set the blanket in my lap and pulled out a white rabbit about 2 feet tall.
"It's adorable!" She exclaimed, holding the stuffed animal close to her. "Thank you so much, Quistis!"
"You're very welcome."
Heh, well, I guess she wasn't that bad. As long as she treated my angel nicely, I didn't completely reject her.
"Thanks, Quistis." She looked a bit surprised that I had even acknowledged her. She nodded and took a seat next to me at the small dining table.
"I'm going to go place these in the baby's room." Rinoa said happily as she picked up the blanket from my lap and walked into the other room.
Now, I was alone with Quistis, and this made me a bit edgy. I felt edgy around any woman who had a thing for me. But Quistis didn't look at me strangely, or say anything awkward. She just sat there with her hands folded in her lap, sitting peacefully.
"So... do you have anything big planned?"
I quirked an eyebrow and stared at her. I knew exactly what she was getting at. But I decided to humor her for a bit.
"Squall... you mean you haven't given it any thought? Rinoa's going to have a baby, Squall."
'...No, really?'
"You should propose."
I heard the door shut in the distance, and the sound of Rinoa's soft foot steps coming into the living room.
"Hey, guys, I have to run next door really quick and use the bathroom. Someone forgot to pick up some toilet paper." She said, staring at me. I smiled sheepishly as she headed out the door. I listened for a few moments to make sure she was gone before I spoke up.
"Well, now that she's gone, I can show you something."
I sighed and stood up, motioning Quistis to follow me into the bedroom. Her eyes filled with surprise. She was probably thinking that I wanted to cheat on Rinoa, with her. I rolled my eyes and motioned her to follow me again, and headed off towards the bedroom. Seconds later, Quistis decided to follow me.
Once I was in the bedroom, I pulled out a bunch of weapon magazines from my dresser. I looked through the magazines and found the one that I was looking for. But of course, I wasn't going to show her weapons. I had pulled out a ring catalog. Quistis smiled and placed her hands on her hips.
"I see you were one step ahead of me."
I smirked and flipped to the page that had the corner flipped down. I pointed out the ring that I was saving up for. It was a silver ring with a heart in the center, shaped by small dainty diamonds. And on each side of the heart was a single simple angel wing.
This left Quistis' mouth agape.
"Squall... this... this is gorgeous... I know she'll love it." I smiled proudly and looked at it one last time before I buried it with my weapon magazines and put them away. "So why didn't you bury the catalog with your porn?" Quistis smiled coyly.
"I don't own any. Let's just say I don't have the need to masturbate with Rinoa around." Quistis tried to stifle a laugh, but failed miserably. "Well, we better go to the living room before Rinoa gets back and suspects something."
Quistis nodded in agreement and we both walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa. Several minutes had passed as we sat there, just listening to each other shifting in our seats trying to get comfortable. Just as I had decided to go after my lovely girlfriend, she had walked in holding a teddy bear.
"I'm being showered by gifts tonight!" She exclaimed as she giggled. I had walked over to her and embraced her for a tight hug.
Just then, there was a light knock on the door. Rinoa opened it right back up and was greeted by a man holding a bouquet of white roses.
"Good evening, these are for Miss Heartily."
Rinoa looked confused while she took the roses in her hands, lightly feeling the soft silky pedals.
"Uh... thanks." She said as the man replied with a 'you're welcome' and closed the door. She turned around, still looking as confused as ever. "Squall, do you know who could have sent these?"
"No, I have no idea who they came from." I shrugged, going back to sit down on the sofa that had been calling my name for about a minute.
I watched her inspecting the roses, looking for any sign of who they could be from. After finding a small elegant white card in the middle, she pulled it out and began to read it out loud.
"It says; Dear Rinoa, I lied, they're from me. Love, Squall." She looked up at me and smirked mischievously. "You naughty dog." I chuckled as she walked towards me and planted a warm kiss on my cheek. "They're lovely. Thank you, darling." She nuzzled her nose against mine and went into the kitchen to place the roses in a vase.
"That was real sweet of you, Squall." Quistis smiled at me.
"She deserves it."
Rinoa came back out into the living room, cheerfully humming the song I sang to her earlier. Oh God, how that was embarrassing. She looked at me and smiled tenderly. I motioned for her to come over here and sit on my lap, and she followed suite. As she sat on my lap, I gently caressed her cheek, staring deep into her eyes, wondering how she would react towards my proposal. I'm only 99.9 percent sure that she would accept it with a smile and a few tears. As for the other .1 percent, she'd end up making some smart retort, and then she'd say yes.
Rinoa decided that I had been in my own little world long enough, and decided to poke my nose and giggle.
"What are you thinking about, darling?"
Heh, She wanted to know what I was thinking. Like I would actually tell her, before I would ask her. I had almost saved up enough money for the ring, and right when I got enough for it, I would head straight to the store and buy it. So hopefully, she'll be able to know what I'm thinking soon enough...
oOo Chapter 2 End oOo
(A/N:) Oooh, the end of chapter 2! I had trouble deciding where I should end it, so I just decided to end it here. I'm sure some of you can guess what happens in the next chapter. But will it all go as Squall planned? I shall sit here, laughing evilly, making everyone guess. Because that's what evil writers do.
Have a happy day!