"Mommy! Daddy!" Aeris pulled out of Tifa's hand and sprinted towards a bush.

"Aerith! I've told you not to run off!" Cloud chased after his daughter, scooping her onto his shoulder once caught.

"But, Daddy, look! Blackburries!" the ecstatic 4-year-old pointed at the bush in question.

Cloud put Aeris down, "I see, but you don't run off like that. You could get hurt."

"Tharry, Daddy," Aeris looked down, feigning shame.

Tifa walked up and put her hand on her hip, "What was all the fuss about?" she huffed.

"Aerith found a blackberry bush," Cloud explained, standing, "Did you run here?"

"Her name is Aeris, Cloud. Don't confuse her. And yes, I ran a bit. Oh, don't give me that look, Cloud. I'm pregnant, not dying."

Cloud sighed, "Fine. But I'll have you know that some days you act like you're dying."

"Can we pick thome blackburries?"

"It's 'some,' sweetie. With an 's.' And some days I feel like I'm dying, but that's the end of that conversation," Tifa pet Aeris' head.

"Well, can we pick thssome?" the child persisted.

"Sure, if you can find something other than your dress to hold them all in."

Cloud looked around and frowned, "I'll go get something."

Tifa smiled, "You don't have to if you don't want to, you know."

"I know. I'll be right back," Cloud gave Tifa a kiss and trotted away to get a container.

Tifa sat down while Aeris began plucking small juicy berries from the bush. She rubbed the small bump just below her bellybutton and laughed. Why is it that as soon as a woman becomes pregnant her husband gets it in his head that she can't do anything?

"Mommy, can I eat thome?"

"Just as long as they haven't touched the ground," Tifa smiled at Aeris. The little girl was almost the spitting image of herself, though Tifa could see bits of Cloud in her chin and body structure, and in how easily her light brown hair tangled. For now, her long hair was tied into a braid down her back. Seeing Aeris like this reminded Tifa of Marlene when she was about that age. Tifa's mind wandered, thinking back to when her life had been much more unknown…

"Mommy! Mom-my!"

"Huh?"

"I thaid, 'Daddy'th back'!"

"Oh, sorry," Tifa leaned her head back and looked up at Cloud, "Hello, there."

Cloud smirked and waved a grocery bag, "Hi."

"Now we can get loth of blackberries!" Aeris clapped happily, taking the bag from her father.

"One for the bag. One for Aerith. Two for the bag. Two for Aerith," Aeris chanted, plucking only the best of the berries from the bush.

Cloud sat down next to Tifa, "You feeling alright?"

"Yes, Cloud," Tifa hummed, "I'm just as fine as I was two minutes ago."

"Sorry," Cloud shrugged, turning his hands up to the sky, "…Do you think it's a boy or a girl?"

"Boy."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Don't know. But he's a boy."

"Okay," Cloud put his arm around Tifa's shoulders and laced his fingers through hers. Their wedding rings glinted in the sun, "Aeris, save some for the bag."

"Okay," Aeris put her handful of berries into the bag and continued plucking.