A/N: This takes place years after FFVIII. Hope you enjoy. :D
Thanks: Bebedora, MaroonAngel of Darkness, and sandhia100. :)
~ "Don't worry. Telling me what you think of it won't scar me for life," he said with that perfect monotone voice. Rinoa couldn't help but glance up at the massive scar on the bridge of his nose and wonder if he was being sarcastic again, or not. ~
S. - Scar
"What about Terra?" Rinoa made a face from where she was lying in the bed right next to him, but he had honestly no idea what that expression meant. "What is it?"
"Oh, nothing. It's just that..." she started, but Rinoa was unsure of how to continue without hurting her husband's feelings.
"Don't worry. Telling me what you think of it won't scar me for life," he said with that perfectly monotone voice of his. Rinoa couldn't help but glance up at the massive scar on the bridge of his nose and wonder if he was being sarcastic again, or not.
However, the softness in his stormy blue eyes told her that he meant it in a positive way. It was probably the prospect of him becoming a father that had beaten his calloused side out of him, but the raven-haired woman thought that it was really endearing. In fact, she wouldn't be surprised if he cried tears of joy at the sight of his daughter. A crying Squall was something you didn't see every day...
"I uhm... Maybe we should choose a different name for her, you know," she admitted carefully. "I mean, you have no idea how much I've been bullied because of my name."
"Really?" Squall asked, surprised. He shifted slightly, so he could face her and now she could read the bewilderment in his beautiful eyes. "What did they do?"
"They called me 'Rhino' all the time. I know it might not be something to be upset about now, but it did hurt when I was young."
"Oh..." He was silent for a moment, as he let those words sink in. "Then we can't let that happen to our daughter, right?"
She shook her head, her hand automatically drifting back to her belly. "Nope...and judging by her excited kicks, I think that your daughter agrees with me on this one."
A minuscule smile appeared on his chiseled face, as he hesitantly brought his hand closer to hers. "Can I...?" he asked, a hopeful glint evident in his eyes.
"Sure," the ebony-haired woman said with a smile, and she took his hand in hers to let him feel how the baby was still kicking, as if she wanted to let them know that she was listening, too.
It would take another month for the two of them to agree on a name for the baby, but that didn't matter to them; taking small steps felt much better than taking hasty decisions, anyway. And there was still some time left before the dynamic duo would consist of three people.
A/N: Next chapter: "Sometimes, he had to wonder if she was testing him again, when she said something strange.