It was a lovely night, although it was raining heavily outside. Cloud walked into the small bedroom of his new house and tucked the little boy into his bed. It had seemed to be a miracle, actually, that there was a silver-haired orphaned infant that they had found. It had been raining that day, as well.
"Daddy?" The little boy yawned and looked up at Cloud. "Can you read me a story before I have to go to sleep? Pleease?" He put on his biggest smile, which melted away into another yawn.
"Fine, but you have to go to sleep right after. You have to get up really early tomorrow morning to go to preschool, okay?" The little boy nodded in acceptance as Cloud reached towards the little bookshelf.
"No, not that one! Daddy, I want you to read me the story. The one about father."
"But I've read that one to you so many times," Cloud said. Nevertheless, he took out the folder-- the same one that had been revived from his youth-- and took out the first article. He began to read it, and before he was halfway done, the little boy had already fallen asleep.
Cloud placed it carefully back in the folder, trying not to crease the paper or anything. He placed it back on the shelf and flicked off the light switch. "Sweet dreams," he whispered, closing the door, as he retired into his own bedroom.
"Why do you still read to him at night?" Sephiroth asked. "You know he can do it by himself... He's a very intelligent little boy. I don't think that we could have ever hoped for a better son."
"No... And I know he can read it himself, but he likes it when I read to him. I think it's because I narrate in the perfect voice... monotone, so he can decide what parts are most important to him, not me." Cloud crawled into his blankets as strong arms wrapped around him. "You know, I think he's more like us than we know."
"Yes, I do find that I notice things about myself watching him, sometimes." He wiggled into a position he was more comfortable in. "Do you ever think that maybe, we really are his parents?"
"Hn, I hadn't really thought of that. I guess then, that there is someone divine in heaven... but whoever it is, they're giving us more than we deserve, really," Cloud said with a sigh to himself.
"No," Sephiroth said. "He is everything we deserve... A happy ending."