Want
For: Me
Prompt: Bad night/day/year
Summary: It is easy to be trapped by something you've wanted, when it's never wanted you before.

Yuffie sat across from Tifa, watching as the woman bounced the toddler on her knee. The little girl gurgled, a snot bubble escaping her nose. Yuffie snorted.

The day was bright, sunlight beating on their backs as they sat out on the patio of Yuffie's father's summer villa in Costa Del Sol. Tifa poked her daughters stomach, ensuing a fit of giggles from the baby.

Three years out of college, and Yuffie was officially a journalist for National Geographic, focusing on traveling to foreign lands and learning of cultures. Tifa...Tifa hadn't finished college, when bouncing baby Angela came along, Tifa had put her education on hold to take care of the little girl, resorting to being a bartender.

He sent money every two weeks, ever the faithful to his bubbly child; a phone call here and there to hear his daughter's first words, hearing of all the 'firsts' he had missed out on.

Tifa idly bounced the girl still, sipping on the red wine Yuffie had gotten out for celebration.

"I'm proud of you, Yuffs...you did well for yourself, and quickly," Tifa grinned.

"I've never been one to let anything slow me down," Yuffie raised her glass in response.

"Ever so modest," Tifa giggled.

Yuffie pressed her lips together as her eyes graced Tifa's ringless finger, before swallowing. Courage she had plenty of, except for when it came to this. Still, after all this time, she needed to know.

"I have to know something, Tifa."

Tifa was rocking the toddler to sleep now, Angela's eyes drooping, "Hmm?"

"Why...did you do that?"

Tifa blinked, looking up, "Excuse me?"

"I mean..." Yuffie sighed, "It's just...I know you two were- are close, but...you two had never even like...made out before...and the first time..."

"You mean why I had slept with Cloud?"

Yuffie flushed, "I mean...I know he's good looking and everything...but...I mean, after all that drama with Aeris I figured...he just didn't strike me as the dependable type of guy. The type of guy you have a child with," she gestured to the sleeping Angela.

Yuffie flushed, suddenly realizing what she said, but Tifa laughed lightly. It spurred Yuffie on, giving her courage to continue.

"I mean, you had so many options! There were plenty of guys who would've wanted to make an actual relationship with you...an actual commitment!" Yuffie looked down, picking at her nails, "I...I just wanted you to have better. You're so much more...you just don't go out and have sex with guys," Yuffie blurted out, "You aren't that type of girl."

Yuffie couldn't look up, she was ashamed for attacking her friend like that. She hesitantly glanced up as Tifa sat her wine glass down, a contemplative look over her figures.

"...It's easy to fall into being wanted, when you've never been wanted before."