She walked across the smooth marble floor, feeling the warmth under the arches of her feet with each step taken. Tifa Lockhart closed her eyes temporarily, letting the steam fill her nostrils, and then she opened her eyes before stopping to take in the steaming pool in front of her.

Tifa dipped her foot over the edge, putting a toe in the water, and let her skin adjust as she took in the heat. Tifa removed her foot after a moment, then she put down the towel hanging over her shoulder, and untied the knot on the back of her head to let her hair flow down her back. Tifa reached down, slowly undoing the bundle of her bathrobe.

Her fingers worked at the fabric, unwinding the knot until the bundle was loose, and the robe opened before Tifa slid it off. She placed it on the ground, and faced the hot tub, wearing only a dark-blue bikini.

For a moment longer, she breathed in the steam, then Tifa looked over her shoulder. "Come on, Chris!" She called, "It's time for a bath!"

Chris exited the stall, wearing a white robe similar to his adopted mother's robe, and joined her near the edge. Tifa raised her foot and lowered it into the steaming water. She walked off the edge, stepping into the humid waters of the hot tub, and walked a few paces before turning to look at her son with a hand on her hip.

"The water isn't going to bite you, Chris." She said in a motherly tone, "We're going to be fine, and you can take your bathrobe off now."

A slightly nervous Chris took off his robe, wearing only a gray swimsuit. He sat on the edge, wincing a little as he put his feet into the water of the tub. Chris took a second before he got in, slowly walking towards his bikini-clad mother.

Tifa smiled, and hugged her son when he came closer. She and Chris let the water soak into their legs for a minute, then they walked over to a pillar, and sat down next to it. Tifa sighed and closed her eyes, letting the steaming hot water soak into her muscles, before putting her arms around Chris in a tender hug.

"Is this really a bath?" Chris asked.

"Not really, we're just having a family night in the hot tub..." Tifa said honestly, "But we can make it a bath if you want."

"I like this bath, mom." The young boy told his mother.

Tifa smiled, and ruffled her son's hair. "Okay, Chris." She said, "Sit on my lap and I'll wash you."

Chris adjusted himself, and Tifa helped him get comfortable, placing the boy onto her lap in the best position possible. She scooped some water into her hand and poured it onto Chris' head, then she rubbed his hair gently while water poured down the boy's head. Tifa leaned back a bit, then she splashed some water onto Chris' shoulders, and started washing them.

A content Chris leaned his head back, taking in the sensation of the hot water sinking into his skin, mixed with his mother's gentle hands cleaning and massaging his body. Tifa reached around, and poured water down his neck before scrubbing her son's chin, making sure she didn't accidentally hurt him.

Tifa's hands moved downward, and she poured a handful of water on Chris' chest, then the shapely bartender started rubbing her son's torso in a delicate, loving manner. She splashed some water onto Chris' body, and the young boy leaned forward a little, allowing Tifa to start washing his smooth back.

"Thanks, mom..." Chris said happily, leaning his head back against his caring mother's shoulder.

Tifa gave her son a sweet little kiss on the top of the head, and hugged him gently. "You're welcome, my tender little Thorndyke." The black-haired fighter said happily.

Chris and his mom sat together in the hot tub, letting the water ease their muscles in their skin, and the young boy continued to sit on Tifa's lap while she held Chris in her arms. Both mother and son felt nothing but relief and happiness, spending time together in the steaming waters, on such a luxurious day without being bothered by anyone else.

Breathing in the steam, Tifa leaned back against the pillar, resting her arms behind her head, while Chris sat comfortably on her lap. Tifa often reached out to ruffle her son's head, every couple of seconds, knowing he was so sweet. Chris turned around, and hugged Tifa, and Tifa hugged him back.

"How's the water, can I join you?"

Tifa and Chris looked up, seeing Cloud Strife, Tifa's soulmate and Chris' adopted father, standing on the edge and wearing dark-blue swim trunks with a towel over his shoulder. Chris almost squealed with delight, seeing his adopted father with the woman who'd adopted him made the young boy feel happy.

"Hi, dad." Chris said with glee.

"Hey, dear." Tifa waved, "Yes, you can join us, the water's actually warm enough."

Cloud put down the towel, and stepped into the hot tub. He took a moment to allow the water to soak into his skin, then the swordsman walked towards the shapely bartender and the young boy resting on her lap. Cloud knelt down by the pillar, and ruffled Chris' head, and hugged him when Chris threw himself into the warrior's arms.

"He likes the bath we're having." Tifa told him.

"Well, any day is a good day for a bath." Cloud remarked, gently stroking Tifa's face.

Chris moved aside, letting his dad lean forward to kiss his mom in a tender manner. Tifa stroked Cloud's shoulder for a moment, then eased up, knowing that they couldn't push the barrier while an innocent boy was in the area. Cloud and Tifa shared a sweet kiss anyway, and Chris smiled. Then, Cloud sat down in the water, and Tifa sat up on his lap with her legs around his waist.

Both fighters kissed delicately, then they pulled back, with Tifa cupping Cloud's face, and Cloud gently clasping her hips. Chris then moved in, and hugged his mom. Tifa hugged him, and so did Cloud, forming a family group hug before they relaxed in the steaming pool together in each other's arms...

The End