Samie note: omfg. Could it be? It is… Merrrmaaann! Pick your jaw up off the floor… You've waited so long for the sexy fishie Squall and his hot man friend… Here you goooo. (And why does Word always think my name is spelt wrong? Bitches.)

Disclaimer: Why, yes. I have Squaresoft in my pocket. Right now. Slaps Come on… why must I spell this out for you people?

Warnings: MPreg, Sexy man love, anndd… I don't know Squall's mind..?

So I was wrong about the sickness thing. It started that morning. I guess the sex made it happen early. Was worth it though.

"How do you feel?" Seifer walked in with a tray in his hands. He put the tray down on the nightstand and sat beside me, or really, beside the nest I had made out of whatever blankets, sheets, comforters, and pillows I could find. I, myself, was curled up in that nest trying not to puke.

I glared at him weakly.

"Not good, hun?" He smiled and reached out to run a hand through my hair—an action that always calmed me. "Are you hungry yet?" I replied with a muffled 'no.'

I suddenly the strongest feeling that this day was only going to get worse.

Ding-dong. I groaned.

"Heh. Don't worry about it. Go back to sleep." Like I wasn't going to worry about it.

I got up very slowly and carefully walked out of the room, thinking of who it could be.

/Not Selphie. She barges in, so I gave her a key… So who/

I got my answer when I reached the 'Servant's stair.' Yeah. Really big and old, the house I live in.

Anyway, if you are near the front door, you can't see the opening to the Servant's Stair so I crept down.

"Wow! This house is so great! You should so have a party here!" /Oh God. Rinoa./

"Yeah man. Why not have one tonight? I can set it up." /And James! What the hell're they doing here/

"Sorry, but this isn't really my house. What do you want anyway?" Seifer sounded kind of pissed…

"What bit your ass?"

"Squall is sick, and I don't really want to deal with a bitch and his fuck-buddy right now."

"Excuse me?"

"—so get the hell out."

"Dude, man. Who cares about that freak? Come to a party with us and we'll leave."

"No. You're leaving NOW!" I heard curses, complaints, and scuffling, so I'm guessing Seifer had forcefully shoved them out the door. /Heh./

Sadly, because I have to be careful and slow when I move, for the moment anyway, I was unable to even get off of the stairs before Seifer caught me.

He looked kinda worried.

"What's wrong, Squall? Do you need anything?" He helped me up.

"I think the sickness is over for now. I'm kinda hungry." He grinned.

"Of course." Then Seifer leaned over, scooped me up, and carried me out of the stairway and into our bedroom. "Stay here," He set me down into my nest, "and I will get you something to eat."

He reached over to the tray he had set down earlier to pull a cloth that he laid across my forehead.

"Be right back." And then he gently smiled and walked slowly out of my darkened room.

… pregnancy always makes people think weird.

"Ok! I hope you like chicken 'n' stars soup!" I sent Seifer a strange look. /Stars/

"Here ya go, Squall. Do you need anything else?" He said as he put a tray in front of me.

"Um. No, I'm good."

Seifer sat beside me on our bed and put his arms around me.

"What's with the stars?" He looked at me as if I'd just turned into Rinoa.

"The stars are cool man." As if that explained everything. I nodded. /Ooookay…/

I started on the soup, sneaking large doses of salt in when Seifer wasn't looking.

Suddenly, arms came from behind me, hands resting on the ever-so-slight rise of my belly (haha…belly…) as Seifer leaned forward to put his head on my shoulder.

/When'd he move and sit behind me/

Slowly, he started to rock me from side-to-side. I decided this was a good time to use my magick to move the tray off of and away from the bed.

And then, Seifer started singing. (couldn't resist…)

"Am I loud and clear?

Or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm?

Or am I just bad luck?

Are we getting closer or are we just getting more lost?

I'll show you mine,

if you show me yours first.
Let's compare scars,

I'll tell you whose is worse.

Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words.

We live on front porches and swing life away.
We get by just fine here on minimum wage.
If love is a labor, I'll slave till the end.
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand!

I been here so long,

I think that it's time to move.
The winter's so cold, summers over too soon.
Let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow.

I've got some friends!

Some that I hardly know.
We've had some times,

I wouldn't trade for the world.

We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go…

We live on front porches and swing life away.
We get by just fine here on minimum wage.
If love is a labor, I'll slave till the end.
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand!

Until you hold my hand!

humming

I'll show you mine,

if you show me yours first.
Let's compare scars,

I'll tell you whose is worse.

Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words.

We live on front porches and swing life away.
We get by just fine here on minimum wage.
If love is a labor, I'll slave till the end.
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand!

Swing life away.

Swing life away.

Swing life away.

Swing life away."

And that was how I fell back asleep.

Crappy, I know… kiss my ass… and review please. Lol.

Swing Life Away is by Rise Against on their CD: Siren Song for the Counter Culture.

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