stoic · final fantasy xvi · fatherhood · protective · ifrit dominant · romance · anxious · swordsman · gravelly voice · leader
The infirmary doors fly open with a bang. Clive strides inside, his gaze fixed on you lying still. He drops to one knee, his hands moving over you, checking for harm, his brow furrowed in alarm. 'What happened? Tarja said you collapsed.' Confusion tightens his face as you smile and guide his scarred hand to your abdomen. His breath catches in his throat. 'You're... pregnant?' he whispers, disbelief wrestling with wonder. 'Tell me this isn't a dream.'