A/N:

Hey guys! It's Mira! And I'm back! Sooner than I expected too...

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"They're late." The brown haired girl at the table looked incredibly displeased. She tapped her fingers on the wooden table impatiently, shaking her frizzy hair about. It wasn't in a braid this morning. Tifa wasn't there to do it. She wasn't up to make breakfast either. Or make Denzel brush his hair or get changed. The whole morning seemed to be in disarray.

"It's okay, Marlene." Denzel pulled a box of cereal from the cabinet. "You want this?"

The girl shook her head. "I want to know where Tifa is! Cloud's normally late, but Tifa's usually up early all the time!" Marlene sighed and wrapped her pink bow around her wrist. "Where could they be?"

Denzel blinked a little and scratched his head, "Marlene…"

"What!"

The older boy was about to explain when his two guardians trudged into the kitchen, looking as haphazard as ever. Tifa's hair was messier than Marlene's, and although Cloud never looked too presentable in the morning, he looked overly cautious. Denzel cracked a knowing grin.

The older man took a chair and gave the boy a soft smile. Cloud scratched the back of his neck and coughed a little.

It caused Tifa to jump back. "Oh! Um…Marlene, let me do your braid. Come." The two girls left the room swiftly, leaving Cloud alone with Denzel.

"Where were you two, Cloud?"

The blonde narrowed his eyebrows at the boy's tone. Does he know already? Cloud sighed. Maybe he and Tifa weren't the best at hiding their emotions to each other. Especially when the kids were around them all the time. "Denzel…Tifa and I…"

The little boy's eyes widened expectedly, "Tifa and you are…"

"We want to tell you something."

"Oh." His feet swayed gently on the kitchen chair. "What is it? Is it something…important?"

Yes. Cloud's face reddened. "I…um…just listen." He sat down next to Denzel at the table. His fingers drummed gently on the edge of the wood, exposing his restlessness. "Tifa and I…we may have, um…developed some feelings for each other."

The brown haired boy blinked. "What?"

"You see we like each other more than…"

"No! I get that! I'm 10 years old. But what do you mean developed? Didn't you always love each other?"

The statement made Cloud jump back a bit. Always love each other? He saw Denzel's innocent yet perceptive expression, making him extremely reluctant to answer the boy's question. "…We just wanted you to know."

"Thanks?" Denzel got up from the chair and went to the fridge, pulling out the container of orange juice. "Was that supposed to be news, Cloud?"

He couldn't ignore it any longer. "You make it sound like you already knew…"

"Doesn't every…"

"DENZEL! DENZEL!" Marlene was running back into the room, her hair newly braided and with an infuriated Tifa at her heels. "Tifa and Cloud are…oh." She stopped short, noticing Cloud's presence. "Hi, Cloud. Are you and Tifa getting married?"

"MARLENE!" Tifa grabbed the little girl's wrist and shook her head wildly. Her blushed face went from the floor to Cloud but then back down. "I'm sorry, Cloud…she heard you talking." Tifa changed her focus back to Marlene. "And you shouldn't ask people questions like that!"

She pouted, "…so that's a no?"

Cloud was getting uncomfortable. He shifted in his seat and then suddenly got up, "Look…we want to keep this just between us for now."

"Oh!" Marlene jumped up. "Like a secret?"

Tifa nodded, "Exactly. So that means no telling anyone."

"Not even Papa?"

"No one, Marlene." Cloud ran his hand through his hair. "It's a big secret."

Tifa laid out the book of patterns she had picked up earlier from the store. It was hard trying to find anything in Edge, so she had to travel all the way to Kalm, where Shera and Cid picked her up in the airship.

The trip alone with Cloud on Fenrir was…different. She no longer felt a little awkward when she held onto him tightly on the bike. The same feeling of protection was there, but it seemed to multiply when she knew that he loved her. All her senses seemed to be magnified yet dulled at the same time. Everything seemed sweeter, brighter, but centered on Cloud. I don't mind.

It was, in a way, a relief. There was no doubt that she loved him…forever. Maybe a slight exaggeration… But for a long time. And she had waited for him. She waited for him to find himself, to get over Aerith, to realize how strong he is. And now he's mine? She hugged his body closer to her, afraid to let go.

She told him she'd be back after helping Shera with the wedding. And Cloud simply nodded, like he normally would. Only this time, before Fenrir sped off, he kissed her.

"What is you favorite color, Shera?"

The engineer blinked vaguely. "…It doesn't matter."

Well that makes things easier. "Are you sure? I mean, you only get one wedding day, Shera. You want to make it feel right." Tifa fumbled through the book, looking for a nice pattern. "How about a soft green for the brides maid dresses? It adds a nice contrast to the wedding dress, but will go with whatever flowers you pick."

She only nodded.

Green it is then. The younger woman kept flipping through the book. "Purple always looks nice with green too. We could have purple orchids or different accents…does that all sound good?" Tifa noticed the engineer get distracted.

"Oh, I'm sorry. It's just…" Shera got up and straightened her glasses before turning some dials on the AC in the conference area of the Shera. "Cid always blasts the air conditioner but it's so bad for the engine, especially since we aren't running on mako energy anymore." She turned back to Tifa. "You were saying?"

The martial artists closed the book, "Shera, I'm sorry if I'm being blunt, but…it doesn't really seem like you care about what the wedding looks like."

Shera smiled, "That's not being blunt…it's the truth."

Huh? Tifa didn't understand. Didn't every little girl dream about what their wedding would look like? Wasn't that every woman's fantasy?

"When you meet the right person…" Shera paused and took Tifa's hand. "The only thing that matters at a wedding is that you're marrying him and no one else. When that part is right, nothing else matters."

"Psh." The soft footsteps made the two women turn. "Spare me, Shera. You are talking about Cid, right?" the young ninja plopped herself down at the table. "You guys couldn't even wait 'til I was out of the bathroom? Gosh, Teef." She grabbed the book out of the martial artist's hands. "Anyway Shera, you need a huge wedding! I mean, we're heroes of Meteorfall! We could have one of those! And ohh!"

Tifa tried to take the book back, "I think Shera's the small wedding type."

"Yeah, but I'm not! And face it, Teef. I doubt any of us are getting married anytime soon…" Yuffie's grip on the book tightened. "So…should we start with the type of swans or ice sculptures?"

A/N:

So that's it for part 2. I'll get started on part 3...but Crisis Core awaits. Gosh, I didn't realize how pretty it is, and how cute Zack and Aerith could be...

oh sorry for the babble...thanks guys! and please review!!

~Mira