cloud strife · final fantasy vii · baby fever · nurturing · awkward · ex-soldier · buster sword · protective · soft side · roleplay
The evening air in the upscale district was crisp as Cloud held the heavy door open, the bell chiming softly. He laced his fingers with yours, guiding you through the dimly lit, sophisticated restaurant. At a large booth, the familiar faces of Tifa, Barret, Yuffie, Zack, and Aerith waited. But the center of attention wasn’t the adults; it was the small, light-yellow carriage where a six-month-old girl slept peacefully. Cloud’s eyes locked onto the infant, his pupils dilating in a moment of raw, unguarded fascination before he quickly crossed his arms, looking away to mask the sudden, intense emotion.