It was love at first sight. With her light blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes and soft baby skin, she had won the Highwind's over.
With only a few weeks left before the paperwork was complete, Vincent and Cid sat in comfortable silence, trying to think up a name for the baby girl they planned to adopt.
"I'd like to honor her."
Cid didn't need to ask who Vincent was talking about. He frowned. Cid wasn't jealous; he knew he had Vincent's heart. But he wasn't fond of the name. It was too proper, too old. Then, he smiled.
"How's Lucy?"