SORRY it took me so long to update! but here! it's here! Thank you for reading and reviewing.. School is a killer these days.. I'm starting to dislike grade 11. So much bloody homework..crap and bullshit i tell u..lol..:P excuse my swearing..I get like a ton of hwk every day. And it's like due the next day..so that means I gotta finish it all at night.

Stupid..it should be due like two days later..so we get some time to do the homeowrk..rather than staying up to like 11pm doing homework..wheres our own personal lives..lol..

Anyway..I will keep on going if i don't shut up soon..heres the chapter.. enjoy...

The little family had grown closer over the month. Spending quite the quality time at Nibelheim for that week, but soon returning back to Migar after.

Denzel was slightly reluctant to go back. He had too much fun at Nibelheim that he didn't really look forward to heading home.

As time went on, Cloud did notice that Tifa had a glow to her image. Something was making her happy. At one stage she noticed it too, disappearing off into the city much to his dismay. She had gone early one morning, leaving a note on the table to say she was out at the supermarket.

She returned with bags, however just as he was about to unpack the last bag she whisked it away and hurried off to the room upstairs. It was a wonder to him what she would be doing. But his work took his thoughts over as he continued to pack stuff away.

Since that day Tifa grew quiet but still glowed. Her smiles were limited and short when she glanced to him. It was as though as if she was confused, un assure of something. Her eyes were slightly lacking enthusiasm. Something, whatever it was.

That's where we bring the story back to reality. It was around night time and Tifa was making dinner.

"Tifa," Cloud eyed her as she stirred the soup on the hot plate.

She shifted her eyes over to him and nodded.

"Sure you're okay?" his voice filled with a hint of worry.

She had kept this from him long enough. Granted two weeks wasn't very long but well it was hard. Keeping a secret such as this.

Lowering her eyes, she stopped the stirring and walked over to him. "If I was to say," she paused as she neared him, "That, just maybe, there was a possibility of certain circumstances that involve me-"

"Tifa tell me," he stepped forward, holding her shoulders, glancing at her from bottom to top. "Is everything okay?"

"I should tell you huh?" she mumbled.

"Tell me what?" he asked, causing her to shift her eyes to his. "Are you okay Tifa? Anything, if anything is wrong, please let me know, I have to know. Tifa you can't hide things from me?" he rushed his questions. The worry in his voice was always easy to tell, but in his expressions; that was a different story.

She couldn't help but smile. Nothing was wrong. Everything was right. She was carrying his child. How more happier could she get? What was hard was trying to tell him.

Finding no words to explain to him she placed a finger on his lips. When he kept quiet she stepped back a step, leaving a gap between them.

Smiling warmly she lowered her hand to touch her stomach, the expression on her face glowing again."Certain circumstances involving me given the task to carry a form of life." She made it sound so scientific.

She watched him carefully, noting his change of expression after a while. From his stare to a small smile creeping on his lips. His eyes twinkled with a tad of happiness as his eyes dropped down to her stomach.

Her gentle hand ran itself over her stomach, brushing it softly. He couldn't help but want to touch it too; brushing the back of his fingers over her hand, patiently waiting for her to move her hand so he could touch her abdomen. To be the closest he could get to the form of life that now stood between them.

After his gentle touch, his eyes found themselves locked on hers again. "Us? Parents?" his eyes lite with gentleness.

She smiled and nodded. "Yes," her answer was short and simple.

"I don't know what to say Tifa," his voice was quiet and shy. He gazed his eyes up to her slightly nervous.

"Is this okay with you?" her expressions suddenly changed. Her eyes was now with question and her expression slightly waiting. "Do you want this?" she said in a regretful manner. She wanted this with him. She always has.

/"Of course he has always wanted this."/

"Aeris?" Tifa's conscience spoke.

/"Cloud loves you Tifa. You can't think one thought of him not doing so Tifa. I know his expressions never show what he feels but in his heart, you're his world."/

She fought the tears and replaced it with a smile. It was as though as if she was in a dream. "How do you know all of this?"

The smile on Aeris' faces could be seen easily through her calm voice. /"Because he told me once Tifa."/

"He did?"

/"Congratulations Tifa. Your child will be blessed."/

"Aeris could you-"

/"Be a guardian angel?"/

Tifa blushed. How did Aeris know what she was going to say? "I.."

/"Tifa, I would be more than honoured to be your child's guardian angel. Nothing would please me more than to keep your child safe when you or Cloud cannot."/

"Thank you."

/"You both are my friends and its hard not getting a chance to know your child face to face. But I think, in return, keeping it safe is all I can provide and I shall."/

"Tifa?" his voice was short and anxious.

Blinking a few times she focused on him. Was that just a dream?

"Tifa?" the worry in his face was finally starting to show. "Are you okay?"

"I..I just..uh..nevermind," she gave him a re assuring smile.

"Tifa I do want this," he said, allowing his eyes to drop back down to her stomach. "With you, I never will regret this with you ever." He took her in for a embrace.

She smiled warmly and nodded, shaking off the thoughts of her conversation with Aeris a few minutes ago.

"I love you Cloud," she murmured and kissed his neck.

He smiled warmly back and kissed her forehead. "Love you too."

"Just," she pulled him along with her in the embrace; stumbling across the room toward to where the soup was cooking. "Here," he still held her as she stirred the soup.

"I just don't want to be far from you right now," she confessed. Blushing a little.

"You should," he guided her back toward the couch. "You should sit down," he continued.

"Oh no," she suddenly sighed aloud.

He stopped abruptly, and looked at her, raising his brow.

"This means I can't fight no more," she sighed.

Cloud did a rare smile. "I heard that excising is good, it hurts less during labour."

Her face lit up. "Really?"

Cloud nodded. "Maybe less punches in the stomach, but, trust me, if we go hand to hand combat, I'll be your personal punch bag."

"Aww.." she touched his face. "You're so sweet."

"But no fighting with anyone else, I..I don't want them to hurt you," he said softly.

She smiled at him, and slowly sat down on the couch.

The lovers spent their time in silent bliss; both on the couch and thinking the same thoughts.

He held her close; one hand at her shoulder and the other on her stomach laced with her hands.

"It's hard to believe huh?" Tifa suddenly broke the silence.

Cloud smiled again. "How many months are you now?" he asked.

"Just 1."