A/N: Hi everyone! So this is chapter will be more along the lines of shipping, I apologize if the characters get too OOC. I will try to keep them as IC as I can. Hope you all like it!

Cloud rode throughout the city, anxious to get back to his family, wondering what it was Tifa had been trying to tell him since he had arrived to Kalm days ago. Was she sick? Was she dying? The worst was running through his head. What was he going to do without her? What about Denzel? He mentally sighed as he sped through the streets, wondering what he was coming home to.

Fenrir's engine died down as Cloud arrived behind the bar. He parked, unmounting his bike, clutching his keys nervously before grabbing his bags and heading inside. It was quiet as he entered through the bar's backdoor. "Tifa? Denzel?" He called out. There was no answer right away which left the blonde with an uneasy feeling in his stomach. He looked around, seeing if he maybe just missed them, however no one was in sight.

Small steps caught his attention as Denzel came down the stairs, a large smile on his face. The young boy raced to him, hugging his paternal figure so tight, Cloud grunted a bit.

"You're back!" The brunette child grinned, looking up at Cloud.

"I am." He said as while placing an arm around the boy's shoulders. "Where's Tifa?" He asked as his heart raced. It wasn't that he wasn't glad to see Denzel, he just wanted to see what was going on with his childhood friend.

"She wasn't feeling good, so she went upstairs to take a nap." Denzel replied with half a smile, trying not to give away anything. "You should talk to her Cloud."

"Is everything ok?" Cloud asked, getting that sinking feeling once more as Denzel pointed out Tifa was feeling ill. The boy knew something and it unnerved him that Denzel might know something about Tifa before he did.

"Talk to her. She won't mind if it's you waking her up." Denzel kept on suggesting. Cloud looked up at the stairs, worried. "Go on Cloud!"

The blonde nodded at the boy and began climbing the stairs and each step felt so heavy. His boots made the wooden floors creak all the way up to their room. Opening the door to their room he saw her there sleeping so soundly on the bed. She looked so peaceful. Cloud hated to disturb her but he wanted to hear her voice so badly, he simply just slipped into the bed with her, wrapping his arms around her as she slept, kissing her face lovingly.

"I'm home." He whispered in her ear.

Tifa groaned, opening her eyes, looking up at Cloud, thinking it was a dream. "You're home?" She asked groggily. "You're home!" It finally had registered as she woke up, turning around to face him. She threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. His strong arms wrapped around her body in return, happy to see her, elated to have her warmth against him. His anxiety was almost eased as she held on to him tightly but Cloud just couldn't shake that feeling that something was wrong.

"I'm home." Cloud spoke softly, kissing her cheek before diving in to it. "Are you okay?"

Tifa pulled herself away from him just for a moment, to look at him with caring eyes, her hand caressing his face. She could tell the man had been panicking since they spoke. It made her laugh inwardly, as she knew Cloud always would think the worst of things. She couldn't blame him. The man had been through hell and back. "I'm fine now." She answered, cupping his face, trying to calm him down. "Why do you look so scared?"

"You said you had something important to tell me Tifa." Cloud replied as he held on to her hands as a form of security, "I just assumed it was-"

"Always assuming!" Tifa laughed. "It's good news, or could be good news. It depends on how you take it."

Tifa took Cloud's hand and placed it on her abdomen, kissing his lips tenderly. "What's going on?" Cloud asked just above a whisper, confused as to why she was so happy when she had looked so ill previously.

"We're having a child." Tifa smiled against his lips. "I've been sick because I'm nine weeks pregnant."

She wasn't sure if he had heard him as he laid there, staring at her, however before she could repeat herself she felt his hands pull her face close, his lips on hers. She relaxed herself in to him, kissing him back, her hands traveling to his messy blonde hair, running her fingers through it. He was the first to break the kiss, making her groan in complaint of the newfound space between them. She stared at his Mako-Blue eyes, trying to read his thoughts.

Relief washed over Cloud as she spoke her news to him. She wasn't dying, she wasn't really ill. His heart skipped a few beats and one of his rare smiles creeped up on his lips. He hugged her tightly, feeling her hands on his back now.

"I take it you're happy?" She whispered on to him.

"Very." Cloud smiled, kissing her once more, making her own heart skip a beat as their lips touched once again. Cloud stroked his wife's cheek with his thumb, wondering if he was the only one who knew about their happy news. "Does Denzel-"

"He knows." Tifa confessed, hoping he wouldn't be upset that their adoptive son knew before he did. "I had taken a test and when I was reading the results he came in and I just told him what was going on."

"How did he take it?"

"He's so excited. He said he wants a brother." Tifa chuckled as she recalled Denzel's excitement over the news. Their conversation was soon interrupted as the boy they spoke of shouted from the downstairs unit of the building.

"Tifa! Cloud! There's some people here for you!" The young child announced. It was then that Cloud remembered he had invited his friends to stay during their mission.

"Tifa," Cloud began, looking at her apologetically, "I told Vincent and Yuffie they could stay with us for a bit. Our case is a little complicated."

"Does that mean you're leaving again in the morning?" Tifa almost pouted, more concerned about her husband leaving again than having company over. Cloud shook his head in response, easing her worry.

"The case was brought here, so I can work from home this time. I won't leave." He explained as he let go of their embrace.

"Good." She nodded, "So let's go greet our friends, maybe tell them the good news?"

He stood from the bed, walking to her side and offering up his hand in assistance which she took gratefully, propping herself up with his strength. They shared a chaste peck on the lips before he led her out of the room, following behind her as she made her way down the stairs.

Denzel's eyes scouted the wooden steps as the creaks got louder the closer his parents got to the bar. Tifa was the first to emerge, a beautiful and welcoming smile greeting her longtime friends.

"Tifa!" Yuffie exclaimed at the sight of her, running up to her, hugging her so tight that Tifa almost lost her balance at the assault.

"It's nice to see you too!" Tifa chuckled, pulling the slender ninja off of her. "How have you been? I haven't seen you in a while."

"Well after Vincent went and worried us to death by disappearing," Yuffie began to explain with a scoff, however Vincent cleared his throat, interrupting the young woman. "What? You mean to tell me you didn't disappear? Shelke was the only one who knew where you were! I was worried!"

"That's because you worry too much." Vincent said in his usual monotone voice, however they all knew that he was inwardly rolling his eyes.

"You vanished into a million pieces after Omega!" Yuffie said rather frustrated with the ebony haired man. The young ninja realized she had gone on a tangent over Vincent. Shaking her head, she looked back at Tifa and sighed. "To answer your question, I am just peachy keen!" She replied trying to sound chipper once more.

"Uh-huh." Tifa chuckled, "How about I fix you some tea to ease that peachy-keeness?"

Tifa took a hold of Yuffie's arm, dragging her over to the bar as the ninja continued to fume over Vincent while the bartender made her tea to calm her, Denzel following suit, asking his adoptive mother for a soft drink.

"What was that about?" Cloud asked making his way to Vincent, having a seat at one of the tables next to the gunman.

"She's been trying to pick a fight for months now. She is troubled." Vincent sighed whilst he took a seat at the same table as his blonde comrade.

"Troubled?" Cloud queried in return, looking over as Tifa poured Yuffie some hot water over her tea bag.

"She's struggling with her feelings. She doesn't know how to express herself." Cloud raised an eyebrow at Vincent, realizing that this was one of those moments where the pot was calling the kettle black, however Vincent continued, "She's grown fond of me and she just doesn't know how to tell me, even though I already know."

"What makes you think that?" The blonde questioned, a bit surprised at Vincent's theory.

"She looks at me," Vincent said, watching Yuffie now drink her tea, calming down while Tifa giggled at her erratic behavior. "The same way I looked at Lucrecia. I've caught her staring and she will quickly avert her gaze."

Cloud was a bit taken aback at Vincent's observation. The thought of Yuffie having romantic feelings for anyone, let alone Vincent, was just too much for him to fathom, after all Yuffie was a child to him but the reality was that Yuffie was well into her early twenties and it had taken that long for him to realize she was no longer a child, but a woman.

"So what are you going to do about it?" The swordsman asked.

He could see Vincent tense up although the gunman was definitely trying to keep his cool. It was Vincent's hands that gave it away, as he clenched them nervously. Did he feel the same way?

"I don't know." The ebony haired man answered honestly. Amber eyes stared at the young woman's smiling face, her demeanor now back to her happy-go-lucky self as she drank her tea. He wasn't sure himself of how he felt about her. Having her there all the time was annoying however comforting. It wasn't the same without her pestering voice and her exhausting enthusiasm.

Cloud watched Vincent stare at Yuffie, watching the wheels in his friend's head turn, thinking so intensely about what he was feeling about the young woman.

"Talk to her." The blonde finally spoke, watching his wife go back and forth at the bar, preparing a meal for Denzel. He wasn't sure if it was his imagination but she was glowing, more radiant than ever. "I wasted years by not telling her and she ended up feeling the same way. Tifa and I we're finally happy now. It's laughable how stupid insecurities seem now." Cloud took his gaze away from his beloved, turning to his broody friend. "She's uhm," Cloud's face grew warm, a smile shyly making its way to his lips, "She's not sick."

Vincent recalled the conversation he and Cloud on their way to Junon few days prior where the young swordsman was concerned Tifa was ill. He was glad to hear she wasn't however he was curious to know what had caused Cloud to speculate she was.

"What was so important then?" Vincent asked.

"She's expecting." Cloud couldn't help but internally chuckle at the thought. He was still getting used to the idea of having a baby. He had been a father to Denzel for a couple of years already however an infant was going to be much more difficult.

Vincent's lips curled, a very light 'hmph' in the form of a chuckle coming out of his throat. He was happy for his friends, especially Cloud. He knew how hard it had been for him to pick up his broken pieces after everything that had happened to him. He was glad to see his blonde colleague starting to become whole.

"Congratulations." Vincent extended, looking back between Cloud and Tifa, "How does your other kid feel about it?"

"Tifa says he's happy. I haven't had a chance to sit with him. I just found out right before the two of you arrived." Cloud paused for a moment, remembering why it was that his friends were even here. "I haven't told her about the girl."

"Wait until tomorrow." Vincent suggested, "She's on a high from telling you. This is her moment. Don't take it away."

As if on cue, the room was filled with Yuffie's high pitched squeal of joy. The young ninja's hands were thrown up in the air in excitement as Tifa shyly smiled. The men's attention was drawn to Yuffie's excitement.

"A baby!" Yuffie clapped, ecstatic for her friend whose cheeks grew brighter the more Yuffie fussed over her news. "Tifa is having a baby! How exciting! Who knew Cloud had it in him!"

Cloud covered his face in embarrassment as Yuffie dragged on causing Vincent to smirk quietly where he sat.

"Y-Yuffie!" Tifa scolded as she pointed at Denzel with her eyes. "There are children in the room."

Denzel played quietly with the rim of his beverage glass, trying to pretend the conversation around him wasn't going on. He wasn't stupid, he knew how the baby got there he just didn't want to acknowledge his parents did such a thing.

"Since we're all together, can we go out in to the town?" Denzel said quickly, trying to divert the conversation elsewhere.

"I think that's a great idea." Tifa sighed in relief, grabbing on to her son's hand graciously for changing the subject.

Cloud stood from his seat, sighing at the awkwardness he had just experienced before looking at his guests. "I'll take you to the guest room so you can settle your things down." He said guiding his guest up the stairs, hoping they would follow. It was going to be a long day.

A/N: Hope it wasn't TOO OoC. I really enjoyed writing this chapter. So there you have it! Hope you all like it.