Heyy, this is GiRlwHoGiGgLeS AKA Gigglygal. This account does stories in different genres than my GG account. Gigglygal is stuffed with stories, so I'm putting some of my new stories on this account. This is an ALTERNATE account, so I might not pay much attention to it.

This is my first FFVIII story, and have only a copy of the game that doesn't save, so I'm NOWHERE in the story. I know the characters, but if I say something completely wrong, tell me!

Disclaimer: I don't own FF8. I know it stinks, but it's true. I wish I owned Irvine Kinneas though…he's hott.

Title: Five

Rating: T

Fandom: FFVIII

Genre: Romance/None

Prologue: The Beginning

Summary: During a SeeD mission, Irvine goes missing, leaving a pregnant Selphie to take care of their unborn child. Five years later, they meet again. Is five just a number, or does it make or break what was once a great love? Selvine.


Five Years Ago

Selphie stared at the two day old pregnancy test, mentally reminding herself she had to tell him this time. After all, she had missed so many opportunities already.

Trust be told, she was scared. One, they were eighteen. Eighteen year olds weren't supposed to be parents. Two, they agree to wait to have children until they were engaged/married, and Irvine hadn't proposed or anything. Three, they had only had sex once, and he HAD worn a condom.

She pushed the test away as the door creaked open, revealing her boyfriend. "Hi cowboy." She smiled as Irvine walked into the room with his usual bouquet of red roses. She smiled, and thanked.

"Anything for you, Princess." Irvine smirked, then quickly pecked her on the lips.

"So, how was work?" Selphie asked as Irvine collapsed into his armchair, clearly exhausted.

"Stressful," he replied boredly, "More people need me then usual."

Selphie frowned. When Irvine was unhappy, she was as well. "That's too bad Irvy. I'll make you dinner." She patted his back sympathetically, then pecked his cheek before disappearing into the kitchen to cook.

She opened the door, walked in and opened the nearest cabinet. Fingering through the labeled containers and packages, she found the ramen noodles and the potato chips. She closed the cabinet, pulled a pot out of another cabinet, and filled it with water. She turned on the stove, and put the pot on to boil the water.

She grabbed her chips and sunk into a chair at the kitchen table. Normally, she'd be in the other room with Irvine, but eating for two in front of an unsuspecting boyfriend was unwise. Yet again, she had missed an opportunity to tell him. At almost five months, she was beginning the stage where she'd be showing, and Irvine deserved to know that he was going to be a father. It was hard to keep this from him, and bingeing while he wasn't looking was pretty stupid. Pregnancy sucks…

Bubbles were popping in the pot, so she poured the noodles in and went back to her potato chips. Holy Hyne she was eating so much. She had bought three bags of chips two days ago, and she was on her last one. Add that they were those super-size ones that people buy for parties. Selphie had a feeling that if she didn't hurry Irvine would catch on. She didn't want to know what Irvine would think of her when he discovered on his own that she was pregnant. Playing dumb wouldn't get her out of this mess.

She closed the bag of potato chips and poured out the ramen noodles into two bowls, making sure that hers had just a tad more. After all, she was eating for two. She walked out into the foyer, putting the lightly smaller bowl in front of her hungry boyfriend and keeping the larger one for herself, hoping he wouldn't notice.

"Hey, you got the bigger bowl!"

Crap, he had realized that. Selphie gulped. Could she tell him? "I'm…just hungry today."

Yet again, she had worked herself out of it. How long was she going to do this?

"Selph, you're really acting strange today." Irvine noted with a concerned tone, "First, you don't talk much, now you have an increased appetite. Is there anything I need to know?"

She was going to tell him. It was the perfect moment. She couldn't screw it up now. "Irvine, actually I've been meaning to te…" Selphie was cut of by Irvine's ringing communicator.

"Holy Hyne," Irvine muttered, clearly annoyed by the vibrating contraption, "Sometimes I'd just love to chuck this out the window." Irvine picked up the damned communicator, and answered it boredly.

Selphie had almost said it this time. Almost. That word must have been her least favorite word. Well, behind pregnant, pregnancy, maternity, and anything associated with the aspect of having a quickly growing uterus.

"…I'll be right there. I just need to pack and say bye to Selphie." Irvine stuffed his communicator so roughly into his pocket that must have nearly broken it. Clearly he was not happy about this.

"Mission?" Selphie asked, even though it was pretty obvious. Packing, saying good bye, it usually had to do with missions.

Irvine nodded. "I wish not, though. I'll only be a few days. Can we talk about this later, Princess?" Selphie nodded reluctantly, knowing that this really shouldn't wait. But it could wait another few days, right?

Irvine quickly kissed her then continued, "I love you, and please be a good girl while I'm gone, 'kay? I don't need to come home to find you screwing around with some other guy." Irvine winked, then began throwing things into a backpack before exiting their apartment.

Five Days Later

Selphie whistled as she dusted off the shelves. She had it all down; how to tell Irvine the "good" news, how to deal with any reaction he would have. It was foolproof, and for that she was proud of herself.

She finished the shelf as the mailperson tossed a letter through the letter slit. She picked up the letter and opened it up, knowing it was a letter from Irvine. She unfolded the paper, and what she saw stopped her dead in her tracks. Instead of Irvine's sloppy handwriting, she saw typed writing. Somehow, she knew that this wasn't good; not good at all.

Dear Ms. Selphie Telmitt,

With a heavy heart, I inform you that your boyfriend, SeeD Irvine Kinneas, was on a flighter ship that crashed. No people have been killed, nine are injured, and one is missing. Sadly. Mr. Kinneas is the missing person. We have search teams working day and night to find him, but after six weeks of vigilant search we will have no choice to pull out the teams and pronounce him dead. I am so sorry for your loss.

Sincerely,

SeeD Administration

Selphie's eyes watered with unshed tears. Irvine couldn't be dead. She dropped to her knees, tears streaming down her porcelain cheeks. She couldn't believe what the letter said, but deep down, she knew that Irvine wasn't going to come back. People don't just mysteriously pop back out. To her, this was the end. But what she didn't know was that this was just the beginning. The beginning of her life without Irvine, the beginning of her life as a single mother; but more than anything it was the beginning of a world she knew nothing of. This is her story.


Well, that was kind of short…considering the fact that I'm working on the first chapter of the story that's incomplete but is already over 6000 words. It's already longer than any other chapter I've written, but it's good…I hope at least. I'll update soon…I promise this time…soon is very vague though…

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