"Dad...can you tell me a story?" Steven Universe, only four years old, climbs up onto his father's lap. The man looks down, smiling at the young face.

"What kind of story do you want to hear, buddy?" He asks, looking up to shut off the tv. The young boy thinks it over, always having such a hard time deciding what story would be best for bed.

"Tell me a story about..." Steven makes up his mind, "I want to hear about mommy..."

Now, Steven never talked much about his mother, so the story choice catches the father off guard. But soon, that stunned look is replaced with a slow smile,

"Well...I remember...I was about your age when I moved here...I kept thinking, maybe one day, I'd find someone in Beach City, marry her, have a few kids, that sort of stuff...I met your mother some time later, at one of my concerts. She was the only one to show up," The man looks up toward the ceiling, smile growing, "She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen."

Greg smiled fondly at the memory, "She walked up to me after the concert and, boy, I'm telling you, I knew she was the one...she just had a look in her eyes adn I could tell, she felt the same way..." The man sighs now, closing his eyes. The child in his lap stares up, awe-stuck by the story,

"Then what happened?" He asks. Greg's attention is brought back to the boy and he smiles.

"Now, son, I'm telling you this, but you have to understand, life can do terrible things." The father sighs, but the look of wonder on the child's face opts him to continue,

"We started dating that summer. She'd show me some of her crazy gem stuff and I'd show her some of the music I was working on...she loved to dance, son, and when she'd dance, it was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. She made the world around her light up...in a way."

"Was mom a good dancer, dad?"

"The best. Your mother was an amazing woman, Steven...I loved her so much."

"Did you marry her?"

"I did, Steven, yes...The Gems do things a bit different than us humans, but still, she was mine and I was her's..."

"Dad...why do you sound so sad? Mom sounded amazing." Steven yawns, resting his head on his father's arm.

"Now, son, I've told, I'm telling you this because life can do terrible things, I hope you never have to go through the things that I did..." Greg sighs, but now was not the time to dread on the past, now was the time to remember the amazing times he had with his wonderful wife.

"Now, it had been in the fall when she got pregnant with you. It was one of the happiest days of my life when she told me. She was glowing...we never realized how short our time was together until that day. That light she had just shined brighter that day, Steven, up until her last moments, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen...I remember when her hand left mine...the only thing keeping me from falling to the floor was the baby in my arms...and a rose she had left." He recalls the moment, a small tear forming.

"Who was the baby, dad?" Steven rubs his cheek, eyes slowly closing.

"It was you, son. You were the baby." Greg looks down, only to find his young son now fast asleep in his arms. He runs a hand through his long hair, remembering the moment quite clearly.

"Don't fall in love, Steven...not yet. If you find a girl who'll give you the world...walk away...I wouldn't be able to bear seeing the same thing happen to you...And I'm only telling you this because life can do terrible things...it can give you things and take them away just as fast...so move slow...because life can do terrible things..."

A/N: This fic is based off the song 'Terrible Things' by Mayday Parade.

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