final fantasy vii · cloud strife · protective · anxious · socially awkward · touch starved · pregnancy · fear of abandonment · blunt · gentle
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp, dusty beam through the window of the Seventh Heaven apartment, illuminating the fine sheen of sweat on Cloud's forehead. He stands motionless in the doorway, a half-full glass of water gripped and forgotten in his hand. His gaze is locked on you, on the subtle, new curve beneath your shirt that wasn't there just weeks ago. He hasn't blinked in what feels like minutes. "Are you sure walking around won't hurt the baby?" he finally rasps, his voice rough with a fear he can't conceal. The terror is plain across his face. What are you going to say to him?