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Fic: Time Served
Title: Time Served
Characters: Sephiroth/Aerith, OC (Ella)
Prompt: Weeks
Word Count: 247
Rating: PG
A.N.: Marriageverse FFVII OGC AU.
In the weeks since what Sephiroth had come to call the Big Bomb Falling, Aerith had done nothing but sleep. Completely normal. Of course the little one wasn't doing much more than that herself. Also completely normal.
Sephiroth had walked in on a feeding or two, a process to him previously mythical and majestic. Aerith cheerfully accused him of ogling at tits and showed him how to burp the baby afterwards.
He had one clean uniform left.
Finally one night, though he tried to sneak in quietly, Ella stirred and Aerith moved with her. “Hm, she's wet,” Aerith mumbled. “Seph, I'm tired. Can you change her?”
“Uh...”
“Like Cloud showed you,” Aerith murmured and went back to sleep.
Sephiroth scooped his fussy daughter up and picked his way to the changing table in the dark. It wasn't as bad as it could have been, he supposed. He managed to make a decent job of it. “All better now?” he asked, picking Ella up. She clapped a chubby palm to his cheek, then screwed up her face. “Is something wrong?” Sephiroth went on the alert, calming only when the baby relaxed.
Then the smell hit him.
“Oh, come on,” he wailed. “I just changed you! Can't you coordinate this better?” Ella only gurgled.
Sephiroth sighed and put her back on the table. He blundered around for the wipes and the baby powder, scratching weeks off the calendar in his head. “Now, how long is it till potty training?”
Characters: Sephiroth/Aerith, OC (Ella)
Prompt: Weeks
Word Count: 247
Rating: PG
A.N.: Marriageverse FFVII OGC AU.
In the weeks since what Sephiroth had come to call the Big Bomb Falling, Aerith had done nothing but sleep. Completely normal. Of course the little one wasn't doing much more than that herself. Also completely normal.
Sephiroth had walked in on a feeding or two, a process to him previously mythical and majestic. Aerith cheerfully accused him of ogling at tits and showed him how to burp the baby afterwards.
He had one clean uniform left.
Finally one night, though he tried to sneak in quietly, Ella stirred and Aerith moved with her. “Hm, she's wet,” Aerith mumbled. “Seph, I'm tired. Can you change her?”
“Uh...”
“Like Cloud showed you,” Aerith murmured and went back to sleep.
Sephiroth scooped his fussy daughter up and picked his way to the changing table in the dark. It wasn't as bad as it could have been, he supposed. He managed to make a decent job of it. “All better now?” he asked, picking Ella up. She clapped a chubby palm to his cheek, then screwed up her face. “Is something wrong?” Sephiroth went on the alert, calming only when the baby relaxed.
Then the smell hit him.
“Oh, come on,” he wailed. “I just changed you! Can't you coordinate this better?” Ella only gurgled.
Sephiroth sighed and put her back on the table. He blundered around for the wipes and the baby powder, scratching weeks off the calendar in his head. “Now, how long is it till potty training?”