last chapter for this Alphabet Challenge, i thank everyone for reading, following, faving, and reviewing this story. its been fun thinking about some plots for it, and even got some good story ideas from this as well. truthfully, this was going to be my last Lightning and Zack till i got a few ideas from this. for all Fairron lovers, keep a look out for Puppy, SOLDIER at Her Side, and To Court a Queen. one of those are going to pop up, probably when i'm done with The Lightning Strike, might come sooner though, we'll see.

anyway, last chance to chose, PM or review if you want one of those three upcoming Fairron stories to come first; otherwise, it'll be random, but they all will come up once the current one is done. summaries are on my page and the basic plots are in Ch22 Victim.

also, it was asked that Ch 2 Blame get turned into a story, i can see the possibility and could probably write it out, so i might add that to my story list; if there are other chapters, let me know.

again, thanks for reading and i hope to see you guys in one of the next upcoming stories ^^

Zip: a brief hissing sound, like a bullet; energy, vigor; to move fast

It was a nice slow morning. Or at least Zack found it to be.

Warmth was all around, an easing and comfortable atmosphere that lulled them to and from sleep. The bed and sheets wound around them in a messy cocooned; their bare skin pressed against one another reassuring them of the others presence and the peace they both felt.

Zack sighed as he felt Lightning shift against him, her light pink hair brushing and tickling along his jaw pleasantly, her cool breathe sweeping over his neck as her hands rested on him, lightly holding him close.

Opening his eyes lazily, he sleepily stared at the messy pink locks that were splayed across her pillow, her divine scent of vanilla heavy in his nose. Sleepily moaning at the smell and the feel of her skin, he lazily buried his face into her hair, inhaling more of her natural fragrance; a smile bloomed on his lips as he felt her shift, pressing her face against his chest as a way to hide from the reaching rays of morning.

How rare that he was the one to wake up early today. Usually she was the one that was always up, even before dawn, she was up and about getting ready for the day while he was clutching to the last bit of sleep that he could get.

How rare it was to be awake before her, to have her still sleeping in his arms, just as unwilling as he was to get up and out.

Contently, Zack sighed again, nuzzling into his pillow and the little bit of his wife's hair that had crept on to it. It was a nice slow morning, and they both had a day off today; maybe they could get away with spending the whole day in bed; he even knew what they could do if they got too restless...

Alas though, the nice slow morning had to turn to day, and truthfully, Zack felt that the day came too quickly.

"WAFFLESWAFFLESWAFFLESWAFFLESWAFFLES!" was the only warning they got before a small blur flew onto their bed, bouncing them both awake.

"I want waffles," a small beaming six year old boy declared, his blue aqua eyes gleaming as he grinned at them, his hair was a mess much like Zack's though it wasn't as dark as his.

"Angeal," Lightning groaned as she leaned away, running a hand up her tired face and weaving it through her pink locks while Zack laughed from his side of the bed. "Looks like you came a little early slugger," he teased, ignoring the glinting glare his wife was giving him from under her hand.

"Come on mom, waffles," Angeal insisted, poking his unusually slow mother. "I'd pester dad but he can't cook to save his life," the six year old declared; ignoring his dad's insulted, "Hey!"

"Alright," Lightning grumbled," just let me get dressed."

With a loud cheer, the boy jumps off the bed and tears off, nothing more than an eager blur. Zack shook his head fondly, joking murmuring to his still rousing wife, "He has your bluntness."

"And your energy," Lightning grumbled as she slid out of bed, quickly slipping on one of Zack's shirts and boxers before Angeal rushed back with his impatience. Zack shot her a playful glare before he slumped back in bed. With a wave of his hand, he said, "I'll have three waffles with a strawberry on top."

"You want it get out of bed," Lightning stated as she slipped out of the room, just in time for Angeal to come running up, grumbling about how slow she was. Zack was left alone in bed, pouting at the door, with a grumble, he slid out as well and grabbed a pair of boxers that Lightning left out for him. He had just slipped them on with Angeal flew in, grabbed his wrist and dragged him out, exclaiming, "Come one dad! Mom's making waffles!" while Zack tripped and stumbled with his son's sudden and strong tug, laughing as he eased, "I'm coming! I'm coming!"

It was a slow morning, he would have liked it if it stayed a slow morning; but he was happy with this sort of morning as well.

Even if it was still too early.

i think if zack ever had a kid, he might have named them Angeal or Angel in honor of his mentor; i don't know what Lightning would call her own kid... X) now that i think about it, Terra from Kingdom Hearts could also work as being their kid.

i like to think that Serah is the better cook, but Lightning is fairly decent with cooking, especially since Serah was probably around the age of 13 when her mother died so she and Light might have learned together.

anyway, i haven't written another family fic since the first chapter, i thought it'd be fitting since this would be the last and again, thank you all for reading and i hope to see you in my next Fairron story ^^