Epilogue

Part B

I never actually thought this day would come…course, I guess that goes with a lot of days that I've had. Most days that I think that, they're rather tragic and truly unbelievable, course, today, it isn't so tragic. It is kind of unbelievable, cause I can't imagine Seventh Heaven without Tifa, it just doesn't feel normal. Marlene keeps sayin that change is good, papa. I wish it was as easy as that. It's kinda sad, but it's kinda happy, I suppose.

Marlene is keeping little Emily entertained, playing these little hand games…they slap each others hands, and Marlene sings a little song. She's two now, Emily. Seems just like yesterday we were seeing her for the first time.

Emily's got quite a look about her, her mother's delicate face, and her father's bright hair. Her hair, though, is growing out to about her mid back, and it's wavy rather than the uncontrollable mass it had been when she was born. She's still got Tifa's eyes, though which creates even a more stunning look against her hair.

She spots me, and lets out a garbled slaughter of my name.

"Babbet!"

Yuffie wouldn't let me live that down for ages…still won't. Course, I have to say Emily's name for Yuffie is better. Foofie…heh.

"Hey, munchkin," I say, leaning down to pat her head.

She giggles, giving a toothy grin.

"Dad, Tifa needs your help…she's still got a couple boxes inside, and Cloud's trying to get the couch up on the truck. He isn't having much success…Denzel's too scrawny to help him."

"Alright," I grunt, moving inside.

It feels empty inside, with a few boxes stacked in the corner by the door. They've left the bar tables and chairs, but everything else is pretty much empty. There's some glasses and drinks behind the bar left for the new owners. That was something Tifa was glad about, the bar being sold but kept a bar.

There are a couple thuds, and I see Tifa descending the stairs.

"Girl! What is wrong with you?" I spit, moving towards the stairs quickly.

"Oh, Barret? Is that you?"

"Is that me? Who tha hell do you think it is?" I growl, grabbing the box from her hands.

She grins at me, her stomach bulging.

"I can't believe you've still got another month."

Tifa groans, patting her stomach. "Neither can I."

"You're turning into a freaking baby factory."

"Barret!" she punches my arm…damn, girl's still got it.

I grunt, carting the box over to the corner.

"That's the last one…could you go around back? I think Cloud's still fighting the couch." She grins, picking up a little box.

"Tifa…"

"I'm not helpless. I can still kick your butt if you want me to prove it."

"Ha," I mutter, grabbing three boxes.

It's true; the moving truck has yet to acquire a couch. It's halfway on, and Denzel is struggling with his end. He drops it, and it bangs loudly.

Cloud curses and glances up, catching sight of us. He nods his head towards the couch. Punk ass bitch, doesn't even ask…just expects me to help—alright, I was gonna help…but still…he could've at least asked.

I lift Denzel's end easily, and we get the couch into the truck.

"Thanks, Barret," Cloud says.

"Yeah, whatever."

"Barret…" Tifa grins. "Thanks for driving the truck."

I shrug. "Denzel needs to get his license."

"I've got my permit, back off." Denzel sulks.

"And he's going to drive, Tifa," Cloud says.

"Ha! You must be joking Cloud Strife. The boy just got his permit…he isn't driving that whole way!"

"I'm not a boy!"

"Fine, but he needs to drive some."

"What, you think cause I'm pregnant I can't drive?"

"I didn't say that, Tifa…he needs practice."

"He can practice when my belly isn't full of baby, okay?"

Cloud glowers. "You're going to get tired, and complain."

"She's going to complain regardless," Denzel interjects.

"Denzel!" Both of them hiss at the same time.

"Fine," Tifa says curtly. "He can drive some. Not all."

"Fine," Cloud says tersely.

"Why don't I drive Fenrir—

"NO," we all say, and Denzel sulks off to the car.

I give a gruff laugh. "Forgot how feisty you could be when you was pregnant, Tifa."

She shrugs. "I know."

"I haven't," Cloud mumbles, closing the back of the truck.

"Is that everything?" I ask.

Cloud nods his head, and Tifa glances over her shoulder.

"Weird," she says, rubbing her arms.

Cloud puts a hand on her shoulder, staring up at the building.

"We built this place guys…you sure about this?" I ask.

"Not unless you want to buy it, Barret," Cloud says.

"Bitch watch it." I growl.

Tifa slaps Cloud's arm. "Let's go…I can't wait till we live on the beach. I'll send Marlene over, Barret…and then we'll all head to the ferry."

I nod my head, and Cloud and Tifa disappear inside to walk back to the front.

I stare up at the building again, and glance at the moving truck.

It's perfectly understandable, wanting to move when you've got a kid that's two, and another on the way that you don't want to live above a bar. They were getting too big for that little place anyways, and with all the money those two saved up, they're getting a real good place.

It'll be weird, though…

No Seventh Heaven…it's sad…

Marlene wraps her arms around me. "Ready to go, papa?"

"Yeah," I say, putting my hand on her head.

At least I'm getting my little girl back…after all these years I'm finally getting to take care of her. We can visit them a lot, too. Costa del Sol is closer to Corel than Edge.

A/N: Jeezy peezy I've been busy! School's started back up, my sister got married this past weekend, working, Augh! Nevermind the fact that I don't even have my computer in my apartment (Gotta get a wifi adapter) and I have my parents laptop...be glad I emailed this to myself lol

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