Disclaimer: Don't own FF8, but I did invent a few characters here and there in this story...

Warnings: Mpreg, yaoi, will most likely hold a few lemons (and if there aren't, there's a problem since I know I planned them)

Chapter 1

Squall slowly woke up, the sun shinning gently in his face. He was about to sit up, but stopped when he felt a lithe weight on his arm and against his chest. He looked down and smiled at the sight of his son. He relaxed into the bed and held the dirty-blond boy, not in a hurry to move anymore.

"Daddy?" asked a little voice a bit later.

Squall opened his eyes and smiled at his son.

"Awake, little kitten?" he teased, seeing his son rub his eyes.

"No daddy, I sleep with my eyes open and I also talk."

Squall chuckled and got up, picking up his four year old son and carrying him to the bathroom. It was a good half hour later, both having taken a fast shower that they headed for the kitchen.

"What do you want to for breakfast, Sam?"

"Green eggs and ham!"

Squall rolled his eyes and took out two eggs and a pan.

"I'll make you some eggs, but they won't be green, and there's no ham. I'll ask your papa to buy some when he gets back."

"Where is my papa?" pouted Samael.

"He's doing a job. He'll be back tomorrow morning. Will you be a good boy until then?"

"Yes daddy!"

Squall kissed his son's head before setting down the eggs. They both ate slowly, Samael a bit sloppily.

"What do you want to do today, Sam?"

"Go play at the park!" giggled the boy.

"Okay, we'll go to the park, but I'll need to go to the mal first."

"Can I get ice cream?"

"Hmmm, yea, you can. Will you buy me one too?"

The little boy rolled his eyes.

"No daddy, you have to pay. I'm too little to have money," sighed over dramatically the boy.

Squall smiled a bit.

"Oh really? Then what's the little pig-bank in your closet full of money?"

Samael blushed and looked down at his feet, hands behind his back.

"Papa gave it to me. He said to keep it for when I'm a big boy."

Squall gave a nod and picked up his son to show him he wasn't mad at him.

"That's good, sweetheart. Your papa was right. Keeping your money for when it's important is a very good choice."

Happy of Squall's approval, Samael hugged his father tightly.

"Okay, go get your shoes and we'll go to the mall."

Samael didn't need to be asked twice. At the mall, Squall was able to get the boy two pair of pants and about four shirts before the boy complained. Squall had chuckled and looked for a few loose shirts before they headed to buy the promised ice cream.

"Daddy! Wait! I have to tie my shoe!"

Squall looked back to see his son doing up the laces, but he hadn't completely stopped walking so it didn't surprise him when he bumped into someone.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to-"

Squall stopped when the person looked at him, surprised to see him.

"Squall? Is that really you?" asked none other than Irvine Kinneas.

"What are you doing here?"

"Me? I'm on vacation. How about you? No, wait, more important; why did you leave without telling anyone? We've been worried, man."

"I left for my own reasons. I have to go now," replied coldly Squall, turning away from the cowboy.

"Hey, wait! You should come back with-"

"Daddy!"

Squall ignored Irvine completely as he picked up Samael and left. It was around nine that night that Squall gave himself time to think about this unexpected encounter. No, not unexpected, just unwanted. Ever since he had left Balam Garden, he'd been almost paranoid for the first three years. It'd been two years since he had learned to relax completely.

And of course, his lover had to be away when it happened.

A knock on his front door didn't quite drag him out of his thoughts, but his body did move to the door and opened it. He then just stared as he saw Irvine and Zell there.

"How did you get this address?" he asked coldly.

"We asked around. You look good, man," said Zell with a broad smile.

"Can we come in?" asked Irvine, pushing through at the same time.

Squall moved to the side, not about to fight in his condition, much less against two expert fighters if he could avoid it as much as possible.

"You can't stay long; my son is asleep."

"You've got a son? How old is he? What's his name?" Zell asked, excited.

"Yes, I do have one. He's four and his name is Samael. Now, make it quick. I'd like to go to bed early myself."

Irvine raised a brow, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Why did you leave Garden? And without telling us?"

"Like I said earlier, I left for my own reasons. And I told no one because I wanted nothing to do with Garden anymore. You would have just tried to hold me back."

"No way! We would have understood! So, who's the lucky mother?" asked with a smirk Zell.

Squall ignored the blond and glared at Irvine, knowing what the brunet was thinking.

"Had you told us you'd gotten a girl pregnant, we would have helped you out. I'm sure even Rinoa could have understood."

"Samael was conceived three months after I left. He's not the reason I left and I would thank you to stay out of my personal life."

Zell looked between the two and coward back, afraid they'd start fighting with their fists. Light footsteps made the fist fighter look towards the stairs to see a little dirty-blond with wide grey-green eyes.

"Daddy?" whispered the boy, clearly unsure.

"Samael, go back to bed."

"Daddy?!"

Zell could see the boy was on the border of tears now. Squall only needed to hear his son's voice before he moved to him, taking him in his arms and going back upstairs.

"Baby, I need you to go to sleep. Daddy needs to talk to those two men alone, and I would feel better to know you're asleep and safe."

"I want papa," sobbed the boy.

"He'll be there when you wake up, when the sun is up. I promise."

Samael gave his father a hug before closing his eyes to sleep. Squall knew his son would not be going back to a real and restful sleep until the 'intruders' left. Going back downstairs, Squall glared at his two ex-companions. They'd seen fit to sit down and get themselves drinks.

"You've gained weight," pointed out the gunman, frowning.

"It tends to happen when one stops practicing or exercising."

"Your son is adorable. Reminds me of you, when we were younger," said Zell.

"He is my son, after all."

AN, well, there you have it. Next chapter within the month...if I remember to post it...