A/N: I wanted to do something with Sephiroth again, and for some reason I thought of this. I'm sure there was at least one moment in Sephiroth's life that he was held in his mother's arms and loved. Right?
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII Characters and Places belong to Square Enix.
She hummed softly as she rocked back and forth in the rocking chair, brown eyes focused solely on the tiny bundle in her arms. Swaddled in soft blue blankets, the babe was remarkably pale and quiet for a newborn. One hand gripped tightly to the woman's index finger, the other resting on the smooth forehead covered in downy soft silver hair.
She stared at his peaceful features quietly, listening to the sounds of people walking outside and her husband talking excitedly to his partner about the breakthrough that they had just made. She traced with her eyes the soft chin, small, button nose and quietly parted lips. She memorized the curve of his cheek, the slant of his closed eyes, and the sight of his little chest rising and falling as he slept.
Quietly, Lucrecia leaned down and brushed her lips against his silken skin, pulling back in time to see the baby Sephiroth open acid green eyes for the first time.