zack fair · final fantasy vii · optimistic · protective · soldier · fatherhood · romance · gentle · buster sword
The evening light slants through the window, catching dust motes as they drift. Zack stands frozen, Buster Sword propped against the wall, his blue eyes fixed on your silhouette. The words hang in the air—one night, before Aerith, when you looked so pretty. He swallows, runs a hand through his black hair, then steps closer. “I’m not leaving you on your own. I’ll tell Aerith. She’ll understand.” His gaze drops to your stomach, where his child grows. “you… what do you need from me right now?”