A few hours later found Cid, Shera, Vincent, and Yuffie all seated or lying somewhere in Cid's living room. The sun had finally risen about an hour ago, and Cid had stretched out and fallen asleep on the couch with Rozalynne held securely on top of his chest, snoring loudly and holding her to him as protectively as a mother bear holds her cub. Shera was slumped over in a chair beside him, her light breathing in total contrast to her husband's chainsaw-like snores. Yuffie was on the other sofa beside Vincent, curled into a ball with her head resting on his lap as she slept. Vincent, although relaxed, was still very much awake, gently petting Yuffie's head and smoothing her hair as he watched a bird hop around just outside one of the windows.

A small whimper broke the relative silence, and Vincent watched as Shera immediately woke from a dead sleep and got up from the chair, gently taking Rozalynne away from Cid before she could start to cry in earnest. Yuffie stirred then, too, and held a finger to her lips as she walked over to Shera and held out her arms.

"I'll take her, if you want," Yuffie whispered. "You should get some sleep while you still can." Shera nodded, gratefully handing Rozalynne over and covering a yawn with her hand.

"There are bottles by the sink, and diapers in the bag on the table," Shera whispered before curling up in the chair again. Yuffie nodded, cuddling the tiny baby to her chest and walking up the hall toward the kitchen. Vincent got up and followed her, a little concerned. As far as he knew, the only children Yuffie had experience with were Denzel and Marlene, and they were much easier to care for than a newborn baby.

When the two of them reached the kitchen, Yuffie sat down in one of the chairs at the table, rocking Rozalynne back and forth and speaking softly to her as she fussed and whimpered. Instead of quieting, she began to cry softly, and Yuffie stood up as quickly as she could without jostling her.

"Are you hungry, Rozzi?" Yuffie asked in a high-pitched voice, nuzzling the un-amused baby and continuing to rock her gently. "Okay, okay, I can see you're getting annoyed with your Auntie Yuffie," she said as the baby began to cry harder. "Now let's see where… Oh! Vinnie, c'mere!" she said, finally noticing that Vincent had come into the room with her. He did, his head tilted in confusion, and was caught completely off guard when he suddenly found himself holding Cid's daughter.

"Yuffie, what –" he began, looking at the tiny baby with wide eyes.

"Just hold her while I get her bottle ready, okay?" Yuffie said distractedly, pulling a bottle from the cabinet and beginning to measure out some formula from the package by the refrigerator.

"Are you sure that's such a good idea?"

"Why wouldn't it be?"

"Yuffie, what if I hurt her? I've never really been around babies, and –"

"Vincent, you won't hurt her. Cid hasn't hurt her, and he's usually about as nice and cuddly as a gorilla holding a chainsaw." Vincent sighed, slowly bringing Rozalynne to rest against his chest with her head supported on his shoulder; he was suddenly very grateful for those claw-covers Reeve had built for him. She continued to cry and whimper, and he gingerly patted her back, trying to soothe her and feeling like a complete idiot for not knowing what to do with her. It took Yuffie only a few moments to return with the bottle, and she happily took Rozalynne back from Vincent to feed her. As soon as she did, though, Rozalynne began to wail loudly, scrunching her face up as large tears rolled down her reddened cheeks. Yuffie tilted her head to one side, thinking, and then grinned, handing her back to Vincent.

"Yuffie, she's already upset. This will just –" Vincent began, afraid his appearance would frighten her. To his amazement, she immediately began to quiet, blinking up at him with large blue eyes and simply continuing to take in every detail of his face. Yuffie took her back again, and she immediately began to sniffle, then stopped as soon as she was passed back to Vincent.

"Well, will you look at that," Cid said, striding into the room with his blonde hair sticking up in all directions and yawning loudly. "It looks like she likes ya, Uncle Vinnie."

"I don't think that's it, Cid," Vincent said, his own eyes wide as he watched the tiny bundle in his arms continue to stare up at him.

"Oh, yeah? Yuffie, take her back again." Yuffie did, and the baby again began to wail, tired of this game and just wanting to be fed. And once again, she quieted down as soon as she was handed back to Vincent. "Whaddya call that, then, huh?" Cid asked, crossing his arms and grinning at his friend. Vincent sighed, taking the bottle Yuffie handed to him and offering it to Rozalynne, who immediately began to suck down the formula like she hadn't eaten in weeks. There was a single tiny clicking sound from somewhere in the room, but Vincent was too busy balancing the baby and bottle to notice.

"Well she definitely eats like me," Cid said fondly, watching his daughter with a gentler smile than any of them had ever seen him wear before.

"Good thing she doesn't look like you," Yuffie added. Cid snorted.

"Me, too. She'd always have a buncha people following her around if she did, and I'd have to drive 'em off," Cid said with a mischievous grin. Yuffie rolled her eyes.

"Angry mobs don't count, Cid," Vincent muttered without looking up from Rozalynne's innocent face. Cid stared at Vincent for a moment, jaw hanging, before clamping a hand over his mouth and striding outside, shutting the door behind him. Vincent glanced at the window, puzzled, before he saw Cid throw back his head and heard him begin howling with laughter out on the porch. It took a few minutes for the pilot to gain control of himself, and then he finally walked back into the house, his eyes still wet from laughing himself into tears.

"Holy shit, Vincent!" he said as he closed the door again. "When the hell did you start makin' jokes? And since when were they funny?" Vincent smirked.

"Yuffie is a bad influence."

"Heeey!" Yuffie said in mock indignation. Cid was about to add a comment of his own when he stopped short, realizing Rozalynne had curled herself up against Vincent's chest and fallen asleep. The gunslinger stared, eyes wide, and then looked up at Cid with a wry smile.

"She's definitely like her father," he said quietly. "No fear of monsters at all." Cid scoffed at him.

"Pfft. Monster. Riiight. The scariest thing about you right now is what might be hiding in that eternal bedhead of yours, 'Uncle Vinnie.'" Vincent blushed, embarrassed by the way the nickname was already beginning to stick.

"Couldn't I at least be 'Uncle Vincent?'" he asked hopefully, knowing it was a futile effort. Cid just grinned and took his daughter into his arms, kissing her and chuckling when his stubble tickled her and made her wrinkle her nose.

"Sorry, Vince, can't hear you over how awesome the heir to the Highwind legacy is," Cid said as he left the room to put Rozalynne in her crib. Vincent shook his head and sighed tiredly, wrapping his arms around Yuffie when she leaned into him and kissing the crown of her head.

"I think I forgot to read the fine print when I agreed to this whole 'coming out of the coffin' thing," he said with a tiny smile. Yuffie nuzzled further into his chest, making her next words come out muffled.

"Yeah, but the fine print is the part that makes it fun."

Meanwhile, in the living room, Cid was reading a new text on his phone from none other than Cloud, who had finally found the time to remember to use his phone once in a while.

~So, I heard something happened with Vincent and Yuffie. Tifa's worried and driving me nuts about getting details. What's the story?~

Cid grinned, opening up a picture he had just taken on his phone: Vincent, with his hair more disheveled than usual and his body still wrapped in bandages, was holding Rozalynne and feeding her with a look akin to nervous happiness on his face while Yuffie watched in amusement. With a wicked smile, Cid sent the picture off to the blond delivery boy. A moment later, he got another text.

~Uh, wow. You realize Vincent's going to kill you for this, right?~

~Yeah. Don't care.~

~Huh. Well how in the world did they end up there, anyway?~

Cid sighed, knowing his fingers were going to hurt after he got done with this one.

~Alright, lemme start from the beginning…~

Author's Note: Well, folks, this is the end of the story. I hope you all enjoyed the ride as much as I did, and I hope it gave you a few laughs along the way too. No worries, this will definitely not be my last Yuffentine. I decided that adding the epilogue I wanted would just make everything confusing, so I'm going to make what was supposed to be the epilogue of this story into the beginning of the next one (yes, there will be a next one.) So until next time, thanks so much for reading and I'll be back with more soon!