The next six months were really awkward for Yuna. Not because people shunned her or anything, but because they accepted her pregnancy so easily. Nobody asked questions. It was odd.
Not that she complained.
Four months after she told the others, Lulu and Wakka got married. It was nice. Even Kimahri came. He was the Elder Ronso now, so they didn't see him much. But he came for this.
After the wedding, there was a bonfire. Celebration was in the air. But Yuna sat by herself, away from the merry crowd. She was happy for her friends, they were like a brother and sister to her. But she had no joy in her heart. It sat like a heavy rock in her chest.
She was alone for a long time. But that was okay with her. She spent the time talking to her baby. Thinking her thoughts at the human being growing inside of her.
Look at Wakka, he looks so happy. And Lulu. Is that a smile? They're going to be your godparents you know. I haven't told them yet. She chuckled out loud a little. Rikku's going to be jealous. Just a little. But I think she'll be fine. She can't wait to meet you. I wish you could know your father. She thought sadly. But he's gone. She sighed. I really miss him.
That's when she saw Kimahri's dark silhouette against the bright flames. He stood with his arms crossed, watching her. She made eye contact with him, and he came over to her.
"Why Yuna alone?" he asked in his deep, warm voice, "Yuna sad?"
She shook her head, "No. I just- needed to think."
Kimahri nodded, "Kihmari understand."
That was one of the reasons Yuna liked Kimahri, he didn't pry. He had a saying, 'Ronso deal with Ronso problems,' which he seemed to apply to everyone.
Both were silent for a while, and eventually, Kimahri sat cross-legged on the ground, determined to keep Yuna from being alone.
Yuna stared up at the millions of glittering stars, remembering another bonfire, six months ago. That's when she'd had her first real conversation with Tidus. Just thinking about it, her very soul began to yearn for him. His strong arms, his startingly blue eyes, his rebellious attitude...
"Kimahri." she said.
"Hm?"
"Do you think..." she placed a hand on her belly, "Do you think we'll see him again?"
Kimahri nodded, "Kimahri think so. Yuna love him. He return."
"It means so much to hear you say that." Yuna said softly.
Two months later...
She found herself on the beach. There was no sun, but it wasn't dark. There was a soft white light eminating from everything but the sand. The only sound was the waves gently lapping against the sand.
Yuna took silent steps forward, feeling that there was something here. Something she needed to find.
She did not walk very far before she saw him.
He was out in the water, not very far, only about knee-deep, and getting closer.
She stood at the edge of the water and waited for him. He reached her, and embraced her. She allowed herself to absorb as much of him as she could. His strength, his smell, his warmth.
"I miss you." she whispered, "So much."
He didn't respond, just held her tighter for a moment, then let her go.
She took a small step back, and stared up into his face. The white light had turned his normally blond hair silver. But his eyes... they were as blue as ever. She could have lost herself in them forever. But then he looked down.
He suddenly had a little bundle in his arms. She looked at it curiously, not wondering what it was, but wondering where it came from.
He shifted the blanket a little, revealing the sleeping face of their son.
And he finally spoke, "This is our son. I don't know him yet, but I will."
Yuna looked up at him again, tears forming in the corners of her eyes, "You mean... you're coming back?"
He gave no answer, and everything that glowed suddenly began to glow brighter. The light became more intense, overpowering...
