'Next time I choose the DVD.' Cid grunted as he reluctantly rolled out of bed, ejecting the silver disk from the DVD player placing it back in his case as he moved.

'What's that supposed to mean?' Shera smiled, slipping her glasses of the end of her nose cleaning them with the fabric of her baggy faded purple t-shirt.

'It means it was crap, it was a crappy chick flick!'

'Cid,' Shera whispered softly, trying hard to suppress a smile keeping her tongue wedged tightly in her cheek.

'…keep the language down huh; I don't want another letter home from the school.'

'Oh Shera!' Cid complained rolling his eyes.

'I'm being serious now, you didn't have to go in there you didn't see the way they looked at me I'm not going through that again.'

'But Shear all I said was crap its not like I said f…'

'Come to be huh, Cid.' She motioned pulling back the fabric of the duvet next to her invitingly. It didn't take anymore inviting than that, before Shera new it her husband was in the bed next to her. It always amazed her at how easy it was to take his mind of certain things, with the use of other certain things.

'I'm really glad I've got the day off tomorrow, it means that we'll be able to spend some quality time together as a family.'

Cid's smile quickly faded placing her glasses back on the end of her nose she knew what was coming next.

'I'm still not happy with you working and all.' Cid breathed, rolling on his back staring up at the bedroom ceiling.

'Don't be silly Cid I worked right up until the month before Molly was born remember and that didn't exactly hurt me or her. And besides I'm pregnant I'm not sick.'

At the mention of sickness they both frowned, another one of Molly's classmates had appeared at school with the black rash that had seemed to affect only the children in Rocket town.

'It will be alright, I know it will.' Shera whispered trying to reassure herself as much as her husband. Reaching out for her slender hand Cid gripped it tightly.

'It has to be.' Cid breathed as he brushed his rough mouth across the top of his wife's smooth forehead.

'Woo,' Shera commented sitting up suddenly, clutching at her slightly rounded stomach.

'Shear, what is it is it something with the baby?' Cid questioned nervously, he'd never been any good with this kind of stress. Reassuring him with a giggle, she leaned forward kissing Cid softly.

'No I really need to pee again, I swear this baby is using my bladder as some kind of squeeze toy.'

'Wow you really know all the things to say to get a guy in the mood, Shear.' Cid teased watching her as she hopped out of their bed. Reaching for her dressing gown, which sat on the back of her dressing table chair she slung it over her slender shoulders spinning round to face Cid she stuck out her tongue.

'Do something useful, huh go and check on your daughter will you.'

Following Shera out of the room reluctantly, Cid made his way down the corridor finding the door, which lead to Shera's old room. Neither of them had discussed the shortage of space, which they now faced with the new baby on the way. If it was a girl then he guessed that it could share with it's sister, but if it was a boy that meant an extension and a whole other set a problems that went along with remodeling a house, for instance money which they had a serious lack of. Still it was no good blaming his wife it wasn't like she could have done anything about it, Cid knew it was his fault just as much he was the one who had ordered that third bottle of wine to their table.

Rolling his eyes Cid pushed the door slowly open in front of him, casting his head around the frame he stared into the gloom of the small box shaped bedroom, which was illuminated by a single nightlight in the shape of an airplane. As his eyes grew accustomed to the lack of light in the room, Cid suddenly realized that his daughter wasn't lying in her bed. Fear suddenly gripped him as he stepped inside Molly's bedroom flicking the light switch, which sat on the wall. Flooding the room with light he frowned at the sight of the bed, which hadn't been slept in and the wide open window.

'Cid!' Before he had the chance to process what was going on around him his head was suddenly filled by the sound of Shera's screams turning on his heels he ran as quickly as he could back down the narrow corridor.

'Shera!' Cid called back reaching the bathroom door his eyes suddenly registering the fact that they weren't alone.

Shera was half sitting half laying on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor her head was being pulled back hard by her long flowing mane of chestnut hair, there was a long razor sharp sword resting against her neck.

'Molly?' She whispered her words coming out in ragged breaths, her small green eyes meeting his in a desperate plea.

'You let her go you son of a bh!' Cid ordered as his eyes quickly moved across the room looking for anything, which he could use as a weapon.

'Where's Mother?' The stranger asked in a detached tone, pulling hard on Shera's hair forcing her to cry out in pain.

'I don't give a flying f about you're Ma!' Cid growled his temper finally frayed he didn't know how he was going to do it but all he knew was that someone was going to get the sh kicked out of them. Nodding once at Shera who had regained enough control over herself to remember what she had to do he grinned at the stranger.

'Boy did you choose the wrong fing house.' Ignoring the pain in her head Shera managed to angle her face enough so that her mouth was closer to her assailant's hand that the edge of his blade biting down hard her head suddenly hit the back of the sink as she was thrown to one side. Clutching the back of her head Shera moved out of the way.

Cid lunched towards the stranger but before he could get within striking distance an electric shock ran the whole way through his body unable to stand breath or even think properly Cid hit the floor in front of him hard gashing the side of his face and cracking his nose as he fell.

'Cid!' Shera shrieked realizing that she was watching the impossible moved forward on her hands and knees trying to reach her husband.

'Shera…' Cid gasped weakly, recovering enough strength to raise his head and glance at his wife. Before he could move anymore the stranger with long grey hair and a passive face stabbed him. Once in the arm and then again in the back impaling the pilot on the end of his blade. Kicking the pilot once more for good measure the stranger turned his attention on Shera who was to shell shocked to speak her eyes wandering over the sight of her husband's blood covering the bathroom floor.

'Daddy!' Molly screamed as she was carried into the room by a stocker man with short cropped grey hair.

'Mummy!' Molly cried as she punched and kicked Lars, grinning at the spirited little annoyance he quickly turned to his brother.

'What do we do with her?' He questioned nodding at Shera.

'He said he wanted them both, so we're bringing them both to him.'