Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy XIII or its characters in any way, shape, or form. The saga belongs to Square Enix. I do not profit from this fanfic. At all. Happy now, lawyers?
Thunder rocked the earth as lightning scorched the sky. Rain cascaded down in torrential sheets. Though the resort town of Bodhum had seen more than its share of thunderstorms, this one left them all behind. The town's inhabitants cowered in their homes, and even the orphans on the street were let inside. Several of the town's power grids had been knocked out, and the hospital was one of the few buildings left that had light.
Inside, Mike Farron watched his wife with a mix of concern and nervousness. The rain outside was so loud, the doctors and nurses could hardly hear each other, even when shouting. The soon-to-be-father squeezed his wife's hand a little harder.
"Just a little more, Ceciliara." He reassured her. "It's almost over."
Ceciliara howled with pain as thunder clapped and shook the whole building. Finally, after a few minutes seemed like an eternity, a baby's cry sounded in tandem with the storm's thirteenth strike of lightning. The doctor picked the infant up.
"Mr. and Mrs. Farron," the doctor said. "On this day, August 13, at 1:13 pm, I present to you your healthy daughter."
The infant's wailing subsided as she was placed in her mother's arms. She looked up at her smiling parents with big blue eyes.
"She's got your hair," Mike commented as he felt the infant's tuft of pink fuzziness. Ceciliara smiled.
"It's all messy like yours." She replied. The infant in question gurgled.
"So, um…" Mike began. "Now what do we do?" He was completely clueless as to being a father. The nurse behind him chuckled.
"How about you two start with a name?" she suggested. Mike grinned in slight embarrassment.
"Yeah," he replied. "That would be a good start." He turned to his wife. "Do you have any ideas?" he asked. Ceciliara looked into the infant's clear blue eyes.
"I like Claire," she said. "It's always been one of my favorites."
"All right," Mike replied. "Claire it is."
The nurse behind them punched a few more buttons on her keyboard and the printer spat out a standardized sheet of paper. The nurse held out the official birth certificate to the parents. Mike took it and examined the details. The date and time written on the certificate finally registered in the father's mind.
"Look at all the thirteens." he commented. "She's going to have some interesting luck." Ceciliara simply gazed into the infant's face.
"She's our daughter," she responded. "I believe she can make her own luck."
A/N: Short, I know. The chapters will grow progressively longer as more of them are added. This scene just popped into my head and I needed to write it. Please review- I'm desperate to improve.