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Snow Drift	By : Resting-Madness Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male > Irvine/Squall Views: 970 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own anything involving final fantasy 8, nor do I make money from this fanfiction. The only thing that's mine is the take on a plot that's been done by just about everyone.

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"Now let's see..." Zell unfolds the instructions that show how to put together a crib. Looking it over he glanced at all the pieces being laid out by Irvine and Selphie.
Rinoa had a class, so she left them to take it; however, in her place, Quistis came over. Kait was placed in a little bouncer that can be set down whether floor, chair, coffee table, or even a countertop, so he's able to be in the kitchen with Squall; the brood is making a lunch of chicken stir-fry for them.
"Can you hold up the sides you two?" Zell asked his friends.
"The back ends or the side pieces?" Selphie looked at the mess spread about the floor.
"Uuuhhh, how 'bout if Irvine picks up the front end and you pick up the side - - can you hold it?"
"I'd be pretty miserable if I couldn't hold it." Selphie snickered at the implication that her arms may be too weak to hold up a crib wall. She wields a 30 pound numchuck in combat and training day in and out. Can she hold a crib side? Get real.
"I was just looking out for you." Zell replied as though her comment was serious. "Alright... screwdriver?" He picked up the tool from the toolbox that he'd asked Quistis to bring over with her, as well as other tools for them to build the baby's room. One never knows with these things. They could require wrench work now. "Check. Screws?" Picking up a sealed plastic bag from the floor, he again says. "Check. Hold the pieces together so I can put the screws and brackets in."
Doing as they're told; Selphie and Irvine press the pieces of the crib together. Zell set down the instructions then made his way around the barricade to the open space, and kneeling down he opened the bag pulling out one flat silver bracket and two screws, getting to work to seal the crib. Once done he stood then pressed his weight down on it to be sure it won't move or shift. Three good shoves earned it a nod of approval.
Grabbing the end piece in one hand and the side wall in the other, he looked over his shoulder. "Okay, get the other two pieces and hold them up."
Releasing their grips on the originally assigned object, Irvine picked up the end piece again and Selphie the other wall pressing them close together so they're ready to be bolted. Releasing the already bound pieces, Zell quickly screwed in the other two sections, scaring them all when the former bits of crib leaned to the side smashing onto the floor.
"Ah!" Selphie yelped from start clutching the crib a little tighter.
Irvine snickered at Selphie's frightened admittance; they suddenly all turned their head when Squall came in as his movement at the door caught their attention.
"What happened?"
"Crib fell." Said Zell, still twisting in the screws to the other side.
Rolling his eyes, Squall turned to head back to the kitchen, though, not before saying to them. "Keep it down, the baby is asleep, and I don't want him waking up to cry the rest of the afternoon."
"Sheesh, what a grouch." Muttered the martial artist; giving the other wall and end piece a shoving to test it. "Perfect. Now we put them together, and I can screw in the rest."
"What about the frame?" Asked Irvine looking down by his foot where a slatted bed frame rests.
"Oh yeah." Scratching the back of his head, Zell looked over his options.
Rolling her eyes Selphie says to herself. "And this guy wants to be a mechanic."
"I've got it!" Grabbing the frame he nods. "Put that piece against the wall, right, and I'll slide this into place - - screw it in, then we add the other side."
Doing as they're told the two set the crib against the wall. Zell lifts the frame getting help from both Irvine and Selphie, who held it in place while he screwed it in.
"Hold onto that while I put the other side on." He asked while retrieving the dropped side and headpiece, wheeling it over he puts it in place after the two of them change their hold on the frame by sticking their hand through the slats of the side and end piece. "Alright, now we screw it in - -.."
"Eh, maybe Selphie should do that pardner." Irvine suggests. "Her arms are smaller than ours."
Cocking his head Zell examined the layout of the crib realizing that he probably would get his arms stuck, if he shoved it through an opening to screw the crib together. "Aheh.. good catch."
With a grin, she took the screwdriver; teasing she says. "Jealous?" Getting to work she screwed the crib together.
The three of them took a step back to admire their work.
"Looks good enough to sleep in." Says Irvine grabbing a hold of the mattress dropping it into the crib. "Sturdy." He informed them, but says it mostly to himself. "Maybe we should have put the sheet on first, the mattress is kind of a tight fit."
"No, we'll just pull it down at the sides." Selphie was already busy snapping the sheet into place. "See. Gimme those liners." She held out her hand closing it when the soft bed lining hit her palm.
Zell moved the crib out from the wall to help her fix the other side; a pillow whizzed by his face landing in the crib, next came a blanket. "Irvine if you throw that mobile, I'll deck you."
That comment only earned him a laugh from the bedding sniper, as said item had just been picked up. Snapping it into place on the wall of the crib, Irvine set up the little music box by attaching it to the bare hook at the end of the handle. "If this thing starts playin' in the middle of the night, I'm chuckin' it out the window."
"Ahahaha." Zell admitted he'd of bolted as well. One can fight monsters, people, and objects, but there is no going hand-to-hand with a ghost.
"Don't laugh, I saw you runnin' for your life when that bird moved that armor in Winhill."
"I didn't." He defends his honor, although he can clearly remember that he did.
"Squall says lunch is ready - - oh, you've got the crib together? That was fast." Quistis stepped into the room to admire the handy work. "Let's hope it doesn't fall apart."
"Don't jinx it." Selphie walked out the door heading for the kitchenette.
"Of course it won't fall apart, it was constructed under my care." Says Zell exiting the room after the peppy brunette.
Waiting for the two to get out of earshot Quistis stopped Irvine from leaving the room. "Irvine, you got a crib for him? Does that mean you and Squall intend to keep the baby?"
"Nothin's certain." He shrugged. "Squall seems hell bent on gettin' the little guy outa here, but... I don't know... keeping him wouldn't be too bad."
"Squall said he called Sis', though."
"He did. She's gonna take him while I'm on my mission tomorrow."
"In the meantime?"
"In the meantime, Kait will be stayin' with us."
"Kait?"
"I named him myself." He heads out the door.
Following she says. "Squall's been calling him 'The Baby' since I got here."
"He just needs some more warming up time." Irvine declared.
Zell spooned a plateful of food out then hands the dish over to Selphie; Squall was pouring drinks while the martial artist set the meal out on the countertop slash tabletop, since there are three stools set upon it by the space in the living room.
Taking a seat beside the chair that Selphie was swiveling herself around on, Irvine grabbed a fork. "Alright, load me up."
"Here you go."
"Thank you." Digging in he stopped eating after three bites. "Eh, Squall... I don't mean to be snarky to your cooking, but.. I don't think these noodles are done."
"They're done." Squall insists with a glare shot Irvine's way.
"No, look. You can't even get 'em to twist around the fork."
"Its not spaghetti, you know; just lift it." Snaps the cook, taking a bite of food for himself.
Playfully his boyfriend laughed in reply. "I don't think I want to."
"Aaaw," Zell voiced, cocking his head to rest it against Selphie's; who cocked her's in return to meet his lean. "It's like watching an old married couple."
"Watch it Dincht." Squall growled. Taking his meal from the counter, he storms into the living room. Still pissy, he muttered. "I don't see any of you volunteering to cook."
"I would have if I'd known you couldn't cook a noodle." Irvine holds the almost limp strand between pinching fingers looking it over.
"Whatever." Squall replied.
He never said he belonged on the cooking channel, he was just making lunch for Hyne's sake. Home Ec was one of his weaker studies in Garden. As mercenaries they have to be ready for any disguise, and trained for lots of stuff to exist covertly when necessary. Dancing, strength training, sky diving, and cooking. Many fields to perfect. Squall would rather parachute 70 times than cook.
"Don't feel bad; I like it done this way." Says Selphie taking a bite. "Although, eight more minutes wouldn't have killed it."
"Would have cooked it though." Snickers Zell.
"Will you all shut up!"
"Yeah, yeah. That's enough." Irvine says to them. "We're sorry." Taking a seat beside his boyfriend, he plants a tiny kiss on his lips.
"Hey Quistis, did you see Seifer today?" Asked Zell, finding his lover to be a good change of subject.
"He's at Garden harassing the kids in disciplinary."
"Mm. I'll just call him then."
"Speakin' of calls, did Sis' ever call back with her answer?" Irvine reached for Squall's phone that's sitting on the table.
"Not yet." He scoots the undercooked noodles from beneath the, thankfully, perfectly cooked vegetables.
"I wouldn't worry too much about it; she might just come by instead of calling. It's been a while since she's seen us." Irvine picked at a baby corn before eating it.
"Where will Ellone stay once she gets here?" Asked Quistis unable to see Ellone, the elegant woman that she is, cooped up in the barracks with a baby. She can't even believe Squall and Irvine have agreed to it. Surely they have funds for one of the small apartments in town.
Since Balamb town is small and its building relatively the same, the apartments only have two stories an upper place or a lower is the only option. The place also has flats, also only two stories.
"I guess we could rent an apartment, if they're cheap." Squall thought out loud. "The mission shouldn't take long, so it would be kind of pointless to make living arrangements for something that isn't permanent."
Irvine couldn't help but feel a pang of emphasis on those last words as they sounded directed towards him. He doesn't doubt that Squall will turn the world upside down looking for Kait's parents while he's away. He wouldn't mind it if they were found, because, honestly, he has some choice words to say to the couple about the do's and don't involved with childcare; but he can't just keep their kid, because he sees them as unfit. He has no right to judge them over a stupid mistake. They truly could have had a valid reason for abandoning the child where they had. Still... he'll always wonder about the poor kid, when he goes back with them. What if they left him there as a sacrifice?
Zell's ringtone called them from their personal drift away.
"It's Seifer. I'll see you guys around, okay?" Zell stuffed the phone back into his pocket. "Let me know what you plan to do about Sis'; I'll ask Ma if she can stay at the house with her until she has to leave."
"Thanks, Zell." Squall said before the blond could get away.
"Always lookin' out, buddy." He waved them goodbye then exited the small home.
"I'd better get going, too." Quistis checked her watch. "I'm sure Headmistress Edea has something for me to do."
"Bye." Says Irvine.
Squall offered a nod to her departure.
"Looks like it's just the three of us." Says Selphie rinsing her plate in the sink. Most of her food went into the waste bin.
The baby looked as though he had been startled in a dream and woke from his sleep screaming. Irvine hopped up from the couch, almost too quickly; if Squall hadn't grabbed the plate from his lap in the nick-of-time, it would have fallen to the floor.
"Want me to make a bottle?" Selphie asked between the fatherly soothing words to the child.
"Do you know how?"
"Um, no." She smiled and tapped her fist to the side of her head. "But it's got instructions, doesn't it?"
"Here, I'll do it." Squall got up from the couch. He actually had been looking over the instructions for a bottle, while making their lunch; sorta as a way of avoiding small talk with Quistis - - she's not the best conversationalist out there, but then again, neither is he.
"What can I do?" Selphie asked watching the two move about the small living space like it were a breeze.
"You can help me change him." Suggested Irvine, with a shrug. Not much help was needed from a third person.
Glad to be able to help in any way, she followed the Galbadian into the baby's room.
Squall removed the formula from the cabinet where Quistis had put it away. The two of them set up the kitchen, after grocery and furniture shopping, while the others took care of the baby's room. Taking down a glass bottle he then spooned some powder into the bottle, next adding some water from the jug with a sleeping baby on it. He had grabbed a jug as he and Rinoa passed by, he figured they'd need it. He also grabbed a water filter for the apartment home. In-case he and Irvine needed it.
His phone began to ring while he was carefully pouring the water; the buzzing of the vibrator caused it to move around the coffee tabletop. Putting the bottle on hold, he rushed to his phone picking it up.
"Hello?"
"Squall, I got your message. What's wrong? You never usually call unless it's something important."
"I'd rather see you in-person, but I can tell you now that I need your help, and if you could come as soon as tomorrow that would be very helpful."
"Alright, I'll buy a train ticket as soon as you hang up."
"Thank you. I'll meet you at the station."
"Okay."
There was an awkward silence between them for a moment.
"Uncle Laguna says: "Hello"."
"...Yeah, tell him I said "Hi"." He replied rather stiffly.
Laguna was exactly why some things in life, like children and responsibilty for them, bothers Squall. He can't even make a connection with actual living family because he can't get over the fact that he's been abandoned so many times in the past - - sure, some of the time it wasn't by choice, but that shouldn't have stopped them from returning when they could. Maybe some day he'll be super mature and want that bond with Laguna, but for right now... he can't do it. And the last thing he wanted was a connection with someone else's kid; to have Kait relying on him, only to be disappointed when he's not around.
"I will. See you soon."
"You, too." Hanging up, he looked over seeing Irvine and Selphie enter the living room. "Sis' said she can make it. We only need to hear from Mrs. Dincht about them staying with her."
Irvine nods then glanced at the unfinished bottle. "Guess I should finish with that." He said passing by into the kitchen.
Sensing trouble, Selphie walked over to Squall touching his shoulder. "Can you help Irvine out with Kait, even a little?"
'What the hell is this? I was helping out up until the phone call; and I don't need you telling me how to be, nor how to get along with my boyfriend.'
Head cocked as she wondered what the was going through his mind that he would make such faces? But she shook her head in exasperation. "Just remember, okay? I have class. See you two around."
"Bye, Sel'." Irvine called to her.
Once the door closed, giving them their privacy; Irvine set the bottle into a pot of water to warm it through. He's quiet; which for Irvine was odd, but he can have his moments; however, to those around it, the guy may as well be screaming with flames coming from his mouth.
"...You need any help?" Squall asked, listening to the silent scream he believes is going on.
"Hmm? You mean you don't wanna hurry on out and search for his parents? I'm touched by that; but no thanks, I'm good."
A sigh of agitation escaped him too loudly; Squall walked to the counter dividing the two rooms. "It's not like I want you to be in this alone; what do you want from me?"
Irvine smirked. "I want you to help me see that this kid - - even just for now - - doesn't feel like he's been abandoned." He turned off the stove and removed the bottle. "Can't you see that it's a terrible place when you're feeling that way; you should know, all that cryin' you did when we were kids. D'you think you were the only one."
"I wasn't crying... I was just... The baby isn't old enough to feel alone. He doesn't feel anything but hungry and wet."
"Naah pardner, you're never too young to realize when it's just you in the world." He gave the milk a temperature test by squirting a drop then another onto his wrist. "You may not remember me, but I remember; and I cried lots of nights when I realized that all the playin' was done for the day, and it was back to just me. I wasn't picked on like Zell, or helpful to Matron and Sis' like Quistis. I wasn't the whole world to myself as Selphie was. So I couldn't just go off and play, I followed her around." He sighed. "Then there was you; if you didn't have it your way, you didn't want it any way. So you just left us alone. Haha, you could have made such an impact on me, if you'd of just stopped wonderin' when Sis' would come back and start seeing that you could have been lonely with someone." He shrugged. "But you, of course, did have Seifer's attention at some point."
"What are you getting at?" He followed him into the bedroom.
"What I'm "getting at", is that he was abandoned, and I've felt abandoned - - same as you... so why can't we keep that from happenin' to someone else? Said it yourself, he ain't stayin'. So come on, love him for now."
"...I'm sorry." Replied Squall, leaning upward a bit he kissed his boyfriend on the lips. "How 'bout we feed him and then give him a bath."
Smiling that thin feline smile of his, Irvine kissed Squall in return but with a little more pluck. "That's the guy I know deep down."
"Yeah, but I'm not doing the vomit thing."
"He'll get ya sometime."
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"You should really go see the baby," He sighed, tilting forward as a wash of pleasure cruised up his back when Seifer thrust up into him. "He's so cute; they even named him."
Moaning himself, Seifer gave the shorter blond something to shut up about as he drove him home, picking up from the once very slow pace. Verbally silenced, Zell can only grunt and groan, tightening his grip both above and below; and to Seifer's enjoyment tighter on the inside. Their mouths reconnected allowing their harried breaths to run laps in and out of each other. Zell's thighs twitched against Seifer's sides and a few quick jerks of the shorter blond's member... the pair were left shaking to a stop as they climaxed.
Kissing his lover a few times more, Seifer then sat up to say. "Don't talk about children when I'm trying to get-off - - it's a boner killer."
"Sorry." He wiped sweat from his forehead. "You know Sis' is coming."
Disinterested, he asked. "Goody-goody. What for?"
"She's gonna take Kait until Irvine gets back from his mission; Squall's acting like a mom with postpartum - - plus, he wanted to help the search teams look for the kid's parents..." He trailed off.
"And?"
"And I thought maybe you could help him out."
"Why the hell should I help Leonhart do anything?"
"Because I'm asking you to; and besides, you know you two are friends - - maybe even best friends."
"My best friend is Hyperion's blood." He retorted speaking about his new black and flame colored gunblade. Created by the horn that Squall brought back from the mission he'd gone on.
"Oh yeah, and who do you think went to the trouble of getting you the horn piece you need?" He cocked a fine brow.
Rolling his eyes, Seifer replied in a clipped inflection. "Fine, I'll help Leonhart out in his little search. Better hope lonely man doesn't end up falling for me, he's never had a real friend before."
Snickering, Zell got out of bed to dress. "I should say the same to you, but I won't."
"Damn right you won't." He tossed a pillow in the cheeky martial artist's direction hitting him on the rear.
"Aaaw this pillow feels like your punches."
"Say that again,"
Grinning, Zell has to poke the bear. "Aaaw this pillow - - ow! Seifer!" He scrunched in when a fist landed him in the gut, and yet he goes on. "feels like your punches."
Wrestling him to the ground, Seifer pinned Zell to the floor. "Little pest; just for that, no sex for ten days. No kisses either."
Leaning up, the plucky fighter stole a kiss from his lover right then. "Ha ha!"
"Chicken-wuss. I'm getting dressed, and then I'll go invite cry-baby to come look with me."
"You won't regret it." He says to the retreating troublemaker.
"I already do." Replied Seifer as the bathroom door closes.
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