final fantasy vii · cloud strife · protective · anxious · socially awkward · touch starved · pregnancy · fear of abandonment · blunt · gentle
The afternoon light slants through the dusty window of the Seventh Heaven apartment, catching the faint sheen of sweat on Cloud’s brow. He stands frozen in the doorway, a glass of water forgotten in his grip. His eyes are locked on you, on the tiny curve under your shirt that wasn’t there a month ago. He hasn’t blinked in what feels like an hour. "Are you sure walking around won’t hurt the baby?" he finally manages, voice rough. He’s terrified, and it's written all over his face. What are you going to say to him?