Characters: Rude, Tifa
Prompt: 24) Clean 40_loves
Word Count: 313
Summary: Whenever Tifa was nervous .....
Whenever Tifa was nervous she became a compulsive cleaner. All he would have to do is look at her and he could tell something was troubling her, but he knew her too well to think that he could get her to tell him what was on her mind. He had tried, more than once, to get her to tell him why she was nervous when she did that, but each time she would just shake her head and tell him that she was thinking too much.
Usually that turned out to be the truth.
Coming up behind her he took the dishes from her hands, kissing the side of her neck. “Why did you take clean dishes out of the cabinet just to clean them?”
She sighed, leaning back against him. “I just thought they could use a good cleaning.”
“You are a horrible liar. You’re nervous about something.”
“Yes. Please tell me what it is.”
“I’m fine, Rude. Honestly.”
He kissed her neck again, loving the way it made her shiver. “You always say that and you always turn out to be lying.”
Tifa sighed, biting her lip, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure thing, sweetheart.”
“How would you feel…..if I got pregnant?”
He rested his chin against her shoulder as he mulled the idea over. He had stopped to think of it in passing once or twice since they had started seeing each other, but he never really took the time to consider how he would feel if that happened. “You know, Tifa, don’t think I would mind.”
“Not at all?”
“Not at all.”
She nodded once. “Alright.”
“Any particular reason you wanted to know?”
“No.” She paused got a minute. “No reason at all……..Daddy.”
Though he couldn’t see her, she was smiling.