Summary: Cloud and Tifa want a baby. But after all his dips in the Lifestream, Cloud has been rendered infertile. To gain the child they both want so badly, Cloud tells Tifa to go have sex with as many men as possible until she gets pregnant. But when she does, who's the father? And what are the men's reactions when they discover that one of them is the father of Tifa's baby? AU. Smutfic, once the plot's out of the way.

Disclaimer: All I own is the Penthouse where I got this idea, and the idea itself. Nothing else belongs to me.

Queen's Quornor: The first idea I had from last night's on-work hell. I was making a Blizzard, and suddenly I got this 'what if' idea. Yeah, I know I have a ton of other fics already in progress, including "One Wish, One Chance." None of them will be left in the dust, I promise. But I wanted to get this one up and out there before I lost the idea. Oh, and I should mention that this fic will be, for lack of a better term, a tribute to all the various straight Tifa pairings. The only men who won't be featured with her are Barret and Cid and the three fatsos of Shinra (and Don Corneo; I don't think Tifa would willingly touch him with a ten-foot pole). But everyone else will be showing up sooner or later. Hope you enjoy it!

Permission Granted

It was the life Tifa had always dreamed of. Marriage to the man she loved, and that same man spending most of his time at home with her rather than on the road with his motorcycle. Her bar was the most popular in Edge, she didn't have to go out and kill things on a regular basis anymore, and all the terrible memories had faded away. Their former enemies were now close friends, and life was good.

Or so it seemed.

There was one thing that was missing from this perfect life. Cloud had promised her on their honeymoon that he would give her as many children as she wanted. Trouble was, they had been married for three years now, and Tifa had yet to become pregnant.

Visits to the fertility clinics had resulted in a few bills and some promising chances, but in the end it had been determined that Tifa was not the one in need of fertility treatments. Cloud was the one lacking. It wasn't just low sperm count. The doctors had determined that he had suffered the rarest of mako-poisoning side effects: total infertility. If he had had the ability to father children before, that ability was completely obliterated now.

Tifa had already shed her tears for the children her husband could never give her, and all but buried her hopes of ever becoming a natural mother. Denzel was legally her son, but it just wasn't the same.

So she was completely stunned when Cloud burst into the bedroom one night after the bar had closed, exclaiming that he had a way for her to get pregnant.

"How?" was the first word out of her mouth.

Cloud was grinning, but there was a certain wariness in his mako-blue eyes. "Another man."

Tifa sat up, the sheet slipping down around her waist to uncover the sheer nightgown she was wearing. "Another man? Cloud, have you lost your mind?"

"No, Tifa. I've really thought this over. I can't give you children, but another man could. Another man could get you pregnant. He would never have to know it was his baby; we could just raise it as our own and say it was mine. Nobody would ever know it wasn't." He came to sit on the bed beside her and took her hands in his own. "I promised I'd give you babies, and babies I will give you, even if it's only by my permission. Don't you see? It's the only way!"

Tifa bit her lip. She did want babies, but she wanted Cloud's babies. He was her husband, after all, and she had promised to remain faithful to him. Even with his permisson, wasn't that breaking her marriage vows?

But... She knew he wanted children as badly as she did, and there was too much hope in his eyes for her to deny him this. She loved him too much to hurt him.

Tifa took a deep breath, and nodded. "I'll do it."

Cloud flashed her that characteristic little smirk, an expression that spoke volumes. "It's perfect. You'll have to sleep with as many men as possible, to make absolutely sure that you don't hit another dud. Whoever you want, as many times as you want, until you get pregnant. Nobody knows about my little problem, so everyone will assume that it's my baby as long as we keep it quiet..."

Tifa listened to her husband plot and plan, and fell asleep listening to the sound of his voice. A baby... Her husband's happiness... What was adultery compared to that?

She'd start searching for prospective lovers tommorow.