"Whatchu doin' Mista Cloud?" Matthew said as he closed the back door and saw me looking out the window above the sink at his father having his way with his stepmother. Anger was the only emotion that came to mind, but you can't let a five year old know what's really going on.

"I was just...trying to find a clean plate so I can make some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. You want one, Squirt?"

"Oh yeah! I'm so hungry!" he exclaimed.

I have to admit, that this kid isn't so bad. I was kinda surprised that he acts nothing like his dad. It makes me wonder if his real mother acts that way.

"Really? Your daddy didn't fix you anything to eat?"

"Naw...he ain't a good cook. Mia mama used ta fix me suppa..." the child looked at the ground at the mention of his mother. I've never really heard much about Louis' first wife other than that she was crazy. Tifa obviously did not get along with the woman, which is quite strange, because Tifa Lockheart can get along with anybody.

"Where is your mom, Matt?" I asked while snooping around the kitchen for the materials to make the sandwich.

"She down home with Monsieur Deveroe."

I had finally managed to get everything and wound up back at the sink, where I looked out the window to see the goings on between Tifa and Louis. Nothing had changed. The man still had her pinned to the ground and was fondling her, she put up a little fight every once in a while, but always gave in. Damn Strife, stop looking, you're only gonna get yourself into deeper shit. I reverted my attention back to Matthew and making his sandwich.

"I'm sorry, Squirt. Where did you say your mom was?"

"She down home with Monsieur Deveroe." he said a little louder.

Who the hell is that? I thought to myself. Like I said, Tifa has given me no information at all about Matthew's mother. I don't even know the woman's name. Louis rarely looks in my direction, so a conversation with him is a slim chance in hell. With my only resource being a five-year old, I decided to take my chances and learn more about Louis' past. "Who is um...Mon-sieur Deveroe?" I asked while slicing the bread and handing over the plate to the kid.

Graciously, he took the plate, " 'Dat's my mama's um...Fee-an-cay. I t'ink 'dat's how you say 'dat word."

I tried so hard not to laugh. Matthew sounded like me tryin' to speak French a little while ago. "Fiance?"

"Yeah! 'Dat's it!" he exclaimed with a mouth full of sandwich.

"You need somethin' to drink with that?" I laughed, and glanced out the window again.

"Uh huh."

"Haha...what do want?"

"Aammplfple juuicie."

How I understood that, beats the shit out of me. But I helped the kid out and got him some apple juice.

He took a big gulp, and continued with the conversation, "She's got anotha' bebe on 'da way, and it's Monsier Deveroe's. So I'ma 'bout to have a new brotha or sista!"

"Well alright, are you excited?"

"Not really...it's been makin' alotta trouble down at home, so 'dat's why Papa came and got me. Mista Cloud...can I ask you somethin'?" Matthew looked up at me with a confused look on his face.

"Sure, squirt."

"What is Miss Tifa and Papa doin'?"

"Huh?" I blurted out. I just noticed that the kid was faced towards the window, whereas I had my back to the couple. I turned my head and the words just couldn't make it out of my mouth. "Whoa! Uh...Matt, how about me um...go and look at the swords again?"

"Awright." And he took off.

"I'll be up there in a sec! Don't touch anything!" I yelled, hoping he heard me. I was infuriated at this point. That damn Cajun has tried to pull Tifa's shirt off in the middle of the damn yard. Thank God Tifa is not the type of person to do things like that in public. Who in there right mind tries to go at it in the middle of the backyard, with eyes all around?

I walked over to the door that led outside, and yanked it open. Louis was begging Tifa to stay, but she was trying to get away, muttering something about how she had to get to the bar and she was sorry, but the time had slipped her mind.

"Chere, please, I need you..." He was on his knees begging, her hand in his.

Standing up with her head down, and trying to walk away, she kept on with her excuses. "Louis, I haven't been all week, and I already told everyone..." She lost her train of thoughts when she saw me.

Louis noticed me as well. " 'Da hell you want, Cloud?"

Tifa looked at me with shame etched across her face. I glared at her husband.

"Nothin' really Louis, just wanted to let you know that your son saw what was goin' on out here. He asked me what you two doin'... I figured you might wanna go up there and explain the situation."

Getting off the ground he began to speak, "You stupid-"

"Louis! I told you that somebody would see." Tifa interrupted him and turned to face him rather than me.

"But 'dat's what married people do, chere."

"Not out in public, Louis. Look, I've got to go. we'll talk about it later." She gave him a kiss on the cheek and walked away. We both watched her walk away.

"Where's Matthew?" Louis asked rudely.

"Looking at my swords."

"Damn..." he muttered and sauntered off to the house with his black hair messy, and flying behind him. I don't see how Tifa is able to do what she's doin'...two men who are head over heels for her, one of which she's legally bound to. I know I'm not making it any easier for her, but the light has finally hit me. I always get what I want, and what I want is that woman.