Disclaimer: If I owned any of these characters, places, or the company, do you really think I'd be writing fan fictions?

(A/N: Whee! Nobody got pissed at me for making Selphie 11! Haha! Well I must say, that makes me quite the happy little pooper-scooper!)

My Girl

Just then, Rinoa heard the bedroom door squeak open. She turned her head to see what had caused the door to open, and saw a tiny puppy galloping towards her. She had caught a glimpse of something shimmering from its collar as it reached her feet. She picked up the small puppy and looked at the object that hung around it's neck... and froze. Her heard had skipped a beat as a single tear rolled down her cheek. She then noticed the familiar musky scent lingering in the air. She felt a presence next to her as she turned her head slowly, gazing into the most beautiful of eyes. There was her knight, her lover, her... fiancé...

Chapter 4 : It's not a puddle of piddle!

"Oh Rinoa! You look absolutely gorgeous!" Quistis exclaimed as Rinoa gazed at her own reflection in the mirror, silently agreeing with her blond friend.

The gown's thin ruffled shoulder straps hung past her bare ivory shoulders, with tiny pearls on a string binding around the frills, hanging cleverly on several places. The top area of the dress had fit nicely around her elephantine belly with the same string of pearls lining down the front and sides. The back area was bare, except for the white ribbon that held the mid part together which ended with a fairly large bow. The bottom half of the dress was made of silk, which fanned out because of the thick mesh that was underneath.

Her hair had been piled upon the top of her head with large assorted curls and tiny clips that had been iced out with fake diamonds. The veil on top of her head was held there from a tiara like object, which was also embroidered with fake diamonds as well. All of the money had been spent on the dress, so they couldn't really spend any more money on expensive looking accessories.

The only make up she wore on her face was the silver and white glitter spread neatly across her cheeks, which was barely noticeable, but most definitely a fine addition to the beauty.

"Do you think he'll like it?" Rinoa looked to her best friend for an answer.

"What man wouldn't?"

Rinoa smiled and giggled, satisfied with the answer. She studied herself once more in the mirror and sighed. Her eyes were fixed on her stomach.

"Are you sure this is a good idea, Rinoa? Too much stress can haste the laboring." Quistis sounded extremely concerned. She had been asking many questions equivalent to this for a while now, ever since Rinoa wanted to have the wedding before the birth of their child. Rinoa knew she was worried for her well being, but she was also starting to think her friend was a bit jealous.

"Are you sure you're not just jealous?" Rinoa turned to her friend, smirking. Quistis' mouth was agape.

"I can't believe you just said that! I am not jealous!" She just snorted through her nose and crossed her arms, looking at the blank wall.

It was Rinoa's turn to leave her mouth agape. "Oh my gosh, Quisy! You're jealous!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

Rinoa paused for a few moments, letting Quistis think that she had won. But she wasn't about to quit so soon.

"Are too." Rinoa sang.

The battle of the retorts continued on for several minutes. Meanwhile in the chapel...

"C'mon, Squall, just breathe. It's just a wedding. These things happen every day..." Squall told himself. He stood near the podium with a worried look on his face.

"Squall?"

Squall looked to his left and noticed his foster mother, Karen, standing next to him.

"...Hey." He said, forcing a small smile on his face.

"You're not having second thoughts, are you?"

His eyes widened in shock. No, he wasn't having second thoughts about marrying Rinoa. He loved her with all of his heart and knew for sure he wanted to do this. He was just frightened that he might fuck up some how. He was afraid he'd ruin one of the most important moments in Rinoa's life.

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Really really sure?"

"...Yes."

She would always play this game with him, knowing it would make him annoyed. But it was better being annoyed than frightened and fidgety, right?

"Are you absolutely positively sure?"

"YES!" He immediately regretted shouting, because of all the atrocious glances he was getting. He turned to his foster mother and glared. "You're so cruel."

"Yeah, but at least you're not pissing your pants, eh?" She chuckled as she pat his shoulder and walked away.

He only reacted with a sigh and the roll of his eyes.

'But she's right, I suppose...' He thought to himself as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

Approximately 10 minutes later, the wedding had started, and Squall was almost ready. He stood tall in his place, watching the brides maids going down the isle. Just looking at their dresses brought back the memory of Rinoa pestering Squall with a catalog, asking for his opinion on what color the dresses should be. He told her he didn't care, and received a puppy pout with the word 'meanie' following close behind. But, they ended up sticking with the light blue dresses, because that was Rinoa's favorite color.

And next down the isle was the little flower girl, Selphie. He had to admit that she was quite adorable, just watching her stroll down the isle with a basket of pedals in hand, smiling happily as she threw them in the isle.

'Well, there could be worse things the janitor could be cleaning up...'

Just then, the organ started playing Cannon in D, evacuating Squalls thoughts from his mind. And there in the door way of the church, stood his bright and beautiful angel. Squall had to remember how to breathe after a few minutes of gawking at her. She looked so beautiful in her wedding dress. She wore her infamous grin on her face proudly as her eyes twinkled in excitement. This made Squall chuckle softly, thinking how silly she could be at the strangest of times. But hey, this was their wedding, they could act whatever way they wanted to... right? The young brunette took a glance to the bridals side and locked eyes with Rinoa's father. He seemed to be giving Squall the old fuck-up-and-die look. Squall would never admit it to anyone, but her father was quite intimidating.

Rinoa stepped up next to Squall, biting her lip as she did so. He turned his attenting back to his bride to be.

"So this is it..." She whispered softly.

"Have any regrets?" He asked nervously.

"Absolutely none." She replied. "I've been waiting for this moment for a long time, Squall." Rinoa told him softly, looking dreamily into his eyes.

The priest coughed quietly before he began the ceremony.

It had been short and peaceful, something that Squall was very thankful for. If he would have had to spend another 10 minutes standing there in front of everyone, he would have had started sweating or something, and most likely would have passed out. Then again, maybe it was the bow around his neck. He did find it a bit harder to breath wearing the tux, but he just thought that side effect came with the whole marriage package.

After they shared their first kiss as husband and wife, it was their time to make the escape home. Squall turned to Rinoa and smirked. Rinoa only cocked her head to the side in confusion, wondering why he gave her that mischievous look. Squall took a step closer to his wife and scooped her up into his arms. Rinoa grabbed onto his neck for safety, she never really liked heights.

"Squall! Noooo! You're going to drop me, I'm too fat!" She squealed. Everyone just chuckled at the newly weds.

"I told you that extra cinnamon bun this morning was going to cost you." Squall carried her to the door as Rinoa buried her face into the hollow of his neck. She couldn't bear for everyone to see her face beet red like that.

Once they arrived into the limo, they got situated in their seats and giggled to themselves. Squall didn't hesitate to remove the bow from around his neck, taking a deep breath and sat back in the seat looking quite content. After a while, the silence was beginning to get a bit awkward. Squall was the first one to speak up.

"Rinoa, you look like a frosted cup cake."

This comment made her crack up.

"I know! And it took centuries to look like this, too!"

And then... there was silence, again. Squall leaned closer to her.

"But you look beautiful, and edible." He cooed into her ear. This made shivers run throughout her body as she bit her lip and smirked, her brain had been giving birth to another cruel idea. She turned to her husband with sparkling eyes and placed a finger on his chest. Her finger began to trail down slowly towards his pants. They did decide to take the long way home.

"Do you wanna do it right here, tiger?" She questioned seductively. Squalls nervousness still had yet to wear off. His breath hitched as her finger reached it's destination. Rinoa smirked coyly as her fingers began to work on his belt. Squall focused on the activity, trying to hide the want in his eyes. But Rinoa knew it was there.

Just then, the limo stopped.

"Uh oh. It looks as if we've arrived!" She exclaimed, immediately switching to innocent mode.

A look of bewilderment smacked Squall across the face as Rinoa exited the car. Squall followed her out of the car with haste before he grabbed her wrist and pulled her close to him and stared into her eyes.

"We're not through yet, missy." He bent his head down to kiss her passionately.

"What do you say we continue this in the bedroom?" She inquired.

He smiled as he pressed his lips next to her ear.

"That sounds like a wonderful idea, Mrs. Leonhart." He pulled away to see a heavenly look upon her face. But when she opened her eyes, no sign of innocence was shown at all.

They both quickly made their way to their apartment door and shared another long moment of passion. Squall took the time to look for the key while Rinoa untucked his shirt, gliding her hands underneath to feel his very well built body, never breaking away from the wild kiss. Squall found his keys after searching through his pockets for what seemed like hours, and placed the key into the hole, moaning in relief. Something else to shove his mind further in the gutter. Squall turned the knob and opened the door, pulling Rinoa into the room along with him, massaging her breasts teasingly.

A loud cough was heard from the other side of the room.

The newly weds broke away from their heavy kissing to find her family, his foster family, their friends, and the orphanage kids standing in the middle of the room, wearing party hats and holding kazoos along with several other noise making instruments.

Each side of the room stared at each other in shock.

Rinoa's father glared at Squall, which made him remove his hold from Rinoa's breasts, simply because he was very much attached to his hands.

"Well," Squall started in a nervous voice, a couple notes higher than his normal tone, "I think I have to use the bathroom." The brunette inched towards the bathroom before breaking out into a dash, leaving Rinoa to deal with all of the stares.

She plastered a rather large fake toothy smile on her face before shutting the door quietly.

Squall's foster father, Bill spoke up. "Well, looks like the party already started. So let's dig in, people!" And with that, everyone went to the kitchen to grab some food that had been placed out. Rinoa's smile was replaced with a frown as she huffed and stomped towards the bathroom.

"Squall!" She shouted through clenched teeth. "Why'd you leave me out there?" She asked angrily.

"Uhh, heheh, every man for himself, Rinny."

She groaned as she placed her hand upon her forehead.

"Well, Squall, I'm obviously not a man, so that excuse is completely valid!"

Suddenly the door opened and Squall pulled Rinoa in quickly and shut the door once again.

"I'm sorry, Rinny."

Rinoa crossed her arms and looked away with a snort of her nose, not wanting to admit that if he wouldn't have escaped like that, she would have done the same thing only seconds later. She sighed as she let her arms fall down to her sided and looked up into his eyes and nodded.

"I forgive you." She said, smiling. A look of relief swept across his face as he pulled her in for another kiss, this time, not letting it get so passionate. You never know who could pop up. Rinoa had been the one to break away. "But for now, I think it's time to face the music."

They both walked out of the bathroom to find everyone mingling in their living room and kitchen. Most of the kids had surrounded the television, watching some sort of 3D cartoon. Squall suspected it to be Jimmy Neutron. How he knew? He would never tell.

Well, the good news was, everyone seemed to forget the previous scenario. The bad news was, Quistis didn't fit into the 'everone' category. The blond took this opportunity to rush to the couple and giggle her pretty little head off.

"That entrance of yours was real smooth, you know."

"Whatever..." Both Rinoa and Squall said in unison.

"I can't believe you guys didn't look across the street to see everyone's cars!"

"Yeah, well, forgive me for being a little hasty." Rinoa groaned. "How did you get everything set up so fast?"

Quistis rolled her eyes, as if the answer was quite obvious. Well, of course it would be obvious to her. But they didn't know anything, they weren't allowed to know anything.

"Not everyone was at the church for the first few hours while you two were preparing. We had several people come into your house and set everything up."

Just then, the front door opened and a blond haired man stepped in. Squall turned his head towards the entrance and saw said man wearing chauffeurs attire. His eyes slightly widened.

'Could that be...?'

"Well if it isn't Puberty boy! All grown up and married!"

If Squall wasn't having the best day of his life, he would have punched him right when he said those cursed words. But Squall was too happy to let those 4 syllables to get him going, so he just decided to smack the man across the head instead.

"Seifer..." Squall said, glaring at the blond.

"Squall..." The man quirked an eyebrow before they both smiled at each other and laughed and pulled each other in for a friendly man-hug. Rinoa took an unnoticed sigh of relief.

"Squall, are you going to introduce me to your friend?" Rinoa asked, curious about the mysterious handsome man.

"Oh, this is Seifer. He was my best friend back when I lived in the orphanage. Hell, I can still consider him my best friend, though I know diddly squat about him, now."

Seifer smirked at this. "Well, if you couldn't tell, I was your chauffeur." Rinoa slightly blushed at this remark. He had seen everything. "And I must say," Seifer began, stepping closer to Rinoa, "You're quite the kinky lady..."

Squall immediately pushed him away. "Hey! That's my wife, fuck mook."

Seifer threw his head back in laughter. "I know, Squall, I'm just playin' with ya both."

A gasp had come from Rinoa. Squall looked over to her curiously. She had been staring down at the floor with wide eyes. The look on her face was pure shock. Squall arched a brow before he looked to the floor and saw liquid on the ground. Just then, Selphie took the time to come up to say hi when she suddenly looked disgusted.

"Uh oh! Rinoa had an accident!" She said, pointing to the puddle on the ground.

"Selphie, that's no puddle of piddle," Squall told the little girl, "That's a puddle of water..."

Most of the adults in the apartment had taken their interest on the young n's conversation. Karen, Squalls foster mother, gasped.

"Oh my goodness, she's going into labor!"

And with that said, havoc had been caused. Several "Oh my God" and "Huh?" quotes had been thrown around the room before they decided shouting wasn't going to help her deliver this baby.

"We need to get her to the hospital!" Bill stressed. Everyone agreed simultaneously before helping Rinoa out the door and into the first car they saw, which happened to be Seifer's limo.

"Alright, everyone buckle in!" Seifer announced, while buckling himself up as well. Squall, Rinoa, and her father were riding in the back seat. Everyone else was going to the hospital in separate vehicles.

"Great, we're going to parade in like a fucking circus!" Rinoa groaned.

"Don't worry about a thing, sweet heart, you'll get through this." Caraway soothed, holding her hand as she began to take deep breathes. Caraway's hand began to turn red, as Rinoa's turned white from all of the squeezing she was doing. Caraway didn't look phased at all.

'I guess that's what happens when you're a military man, you toughen up a little too much.'

"Ugh... contractions..." Rinoa whispered, wait scratch that, she hissed into Squall's ear, obviously having little pains. The brunette looked over to Rinoa's father and leaned in towards him, wanting to whisper something. Caraway leaned forward as well.

"Is this normal? For her to be having this much pain already?" Squall spoke softly. He had never seen a woman go into birth, and he hadn't payed much attention in health class, because he was too busy sleeping. So obviously, he had skipped that lesson.

The older man gave Squall a strange look. Maybe a look of pity? It was hard to read, that mans face could barely stretch an inch to show any type of emotion.

"Son, this isn't even the worst of it."

(A/N:) Ok, I know that took ages for me to put up, and I'm very sorry. I've been feeling shitty and hopeless for the past... I dunno, whatever days.

Anywho, I hope you liked this chapter. I just thought you all would like to have an update on the story already. I apologize for my painfully slow ass. I don't know how long it will take me to post another chapter, but now that I don't have as much writers block, I'm sure I can get it up sooner than by next week. But I'm not making any promises.

Another thing, I'm not sure how the whole 'before child birth' thing works, so don't point fingers and yell at me for not knowing something, leaving something out, rushing something, or... whatever. If I got something wrong and you have first hand experience, or know all about it, please tell me about it so I can correct any mistakes. I'm not really going into the details on the birth, so you wont have to get the eebie geebies.

And I would also like to thank every one of my reviewers. I haven't received a flame yet, but I'm still looking forward to the day when it comes forth. I've been craving s mores all week...

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