DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING.

I am sorry if there were mistakes on the last chapters. I will go back and fix it as soon as I can. I know that Vincent would not do something like this and believe me that it hurt me very much to write him doing it. But this has been in my head for a while now. I'm sorry Vincent. Please don't hate me!

Thanks for reading my story!

Chapter Three

I'm sorry

Tifa was awake just as the train pulled to a stop at the station in Kalm. It was already morning as she made her way toward the door. It really wasn't that long of a trip but it did give her time to rest and think about what happened.

'I should apologize to him. It was mostly my fault to begin with.' She sighed as she got to the door, 'But what if he doesn't want to be a father.'

Tifa gently rubbed her belly, "Don't worry, I'll be here for you. It's just you and me now." She stepped out into the bright morning sunlight that welcomed her to Kalm.

Kalm was slowly becoming a city again. It was only a year ago that the Underground had attacked and almost destroyed this lovely city, but thanks to Reeve, the WRO and, of course, Vincent, the city was saved. It must have been hard for everyone who had lost the ones they loved that day.

"Tifa?" a familiar voice called out to her as she stepped off the train. She turned around to come face to face with none other than Vincent Valentine. He was still wearing his black pants and shirt from last night. His cloak was flowing to his ankles as he walked up to her.

"What are you-"she was backing away from him afraid that he might hurt her again. "What are you doing here?"

He stepped closer to her, "I came to say that I'm sorry." He wrapped his arms around her; she flinched. "I sorry for hurting you and for saying all those horrible things last night." He squeezed her gently, "Please, don't leave me again. I- I want us to be a family."

Tifa's eyes opened wide, she jerked away from him, and…

"Liar!" she shouted, making those walking by, stop and stare. "We can never, do you hear me, NEVER, be a family as long as Lucrecia is in your heart!" She was backing away from him again, "Just stay away from me and MY child! Besides, it's not yours anyways."

"You don't mean that. I know it's mine. You know it's mine." He sighed, "Tifa, I-"

"Just stop! I don't want to hear anything from you unless it's 'I will forget Lucrecia'." Vincent looked at her, stared at her trying to choose his words carefully. "Lucrecia-"

"I knew it! Even after what happened last night, you can't forget her. Look," she should him her left arm and then pointed to her cheek, "Do you see what your Lucrecia did to us?" Tifa sighed "I am sorry for what I say about Lucrecia and I hope you are very happy with her."
Tifa ran out of the train station, with Vincent almost at her heels, "Tifa, Tifa stop!" She wasn't watching where she was going when she ran out into the street and in to the path of a speeding car.

"TIFA! TIFA LOOK OUT!"

Tifa didn't have time get out of the way; the car hit her dead on sending her flying four feet into the air. She landed face down on the pavement.

"Oh my god! Someone call for help!" one woman shouted.

"Don't move her. Wait for the medics." A man called out.

Vincent was at Tifa's side, ignoring the cries of everyone around them. He turned her around, blood was now coming out of the gash on her head, "Tifa, don't you leave me too." He hugged her bloody body.

"Sir, please step aside." The medics had arrived and began working on Tifa. "Get the stretcher out here now!"

They loaded her up into the ambulance, "Sir, are you her husband?" a medic asked Vincent, who black shirt was soaked with blood.

"Yes." He entered the ambulance to be next to his beloved Tifa. He held her hand and gently kisses her cold fingers, "I'm so sorry."

Well here is the next chapter. Please don't hurt me! I know I'm a bad girl for doing this to Tifa but…(wipes tears away) I really did cry when I wrote this. Please R&R.