It really tickles me to imagine how Cid would react to such surprising news. I imagine he'd be excited, proud, and dreading every moment all at the same time. The Captain and his First Mate have a full family on the way in one go. Good luck to them both.

Moving on

"We could get some help for the time being, but I think I might have to move on to something that pays a little more." Shera suggested while thoughtfully nibbling the tip of her pencil. She and Cid recently discovered that they would have to re-think their planning. They had begun preparations to welcome one child into their home, only to discover that they would have to make room for two more. That was the problem. They didn't have room for two more; not in the house, and certainly not in their current budget. Already weary, Cid had recollected a previous phone call to his good friend while partially listening to Shera's report on their monthly spending.

"Shit shit shit!" Vincent, being accustomed to Cid's typical greetings responded with a simple "What is it this time?"

"My poor Shera's gonna pop out three little fuckers!" Cid was delirious on the other end of the phone. He was glad Vince had finally racked up the nerve to get one, or he'd have no one else appropriate to rant to.

"Are you not excited?" Vincent didn't congratulate him, but he was congratulatory in the slightly surprised tone of his voice.

"What the hell kinda question is that? Course I am, Vince! I just cain't afford all of this."

At the very least, Cid was relieved that insurance covered most of Shera's appointments and other costs. Thinking of all he had to prepare and co-pay for stressed him, but he didn't want to seem as if the idea of having children with his wife fully repulsed him. He wanted to be in every (er, mostly every) part of the process, and support Shera in every way he could, but goddamn.

He really needed a cigarette.

"I might have to dig 'round for somethin' better, too." Cid sighed, sat back in his seat at the table, and rubbed the stubble on his chin and neck. "What are we doin' about space?" Babies didn't stay small for very long. A simple room with three cribs would only last them two or three years.

"Well, we have two options." Shera stacked a few of the bank statements that were scattered over the table, and placed her pencil down to pull the yellow band from her hair. The long brown strands fell around her pretty little face and shook with the scratching of her hand. "Consider working on the funds for a bigger home-"

"C'mon, Shera! We just cleaned this one out." Cid groaned. The idea of moving from their current little nook was more than unappealing to him. He fully understood the reason why, but Cid had a deep attachment to where they were. Their home in Rocket Town had plenty of landing space, a pin to hold spare planes, a great view (though the rocket was missing), not to mention he'd miss being well known. Besides, he did already pay to have it properly cleaned.

"or," Shera's soft continuation cut through her husband's whining "we can ask permission and save funds to have this home renovated."

That was a slightly more attractive idea. Cid rubbed the side of his neck; blue eyes trained on the worn wood of the table in internal debate. "I don't know, Shera." He sighed through his nose.

"We can think about it more tomorrow." She politely stood to collect their documentation. Shera removed his goggles, smoothed back his hair, and warmly kissed his forehead when Cid leaned toward her attention. "I think it's time for bed." She coyly whispered near his ear and brushed her fingers over the hard knuckles of his hand. Shera removed her glasses after padding out of the kitchen. She was already half way up the stairs before Cid could reply. He sat up stiffly in his chair and blinked. It took him a moment to register. Soon enough, Cid was alert, out of his chair, and eagerly darting after her.

"Hey?! I'm not gonna hurt anything am I?"

"What do you mean, Cid?"

"Y'know… Churnin' butter a'int gonna hurt anything, is it?"

"No, I don't think you'll hurt anything." Shera could hardly answer through her laugh and the heated kisses she granted his neck.

"You sure?" His fingers were under Shera's sweater and at the clasp of her bra.

"You've been stressed, Cid." She was seated in his lap the moment he sank down on the bed. "Come rock me to sleep."