“Would you like to have a child around the house?” Edea asked him suddenly.
Cid blinked and sputtered. “I, er, hadn’t thought about it.” He was quiet for a minute before asking “Why?”
“I just… thought it might be nice,” she answered, smiling softly in the way he knew meant she was planning something.
Could she be pregnant, Cid wondered. The house was a little small for a child, but they could manage. He found the idea of raising a child with Edea exciting but overwhelming.
“That would be nice,” he said finally. He expected she’d explain the question then, but instead she ran off with a tossed apology.
“Running into town,” was all the explaination he heard.
An hour later, she reappeared with a small blonde girl in tow.
“This is Quistis,” she announced with a smile.
Cid laughed. “You never were one for waiting, were you Edie?”
Years later, when Irvine asked where babies came from in the middle of helping make lasagna, Edea sent him to her husband.
He came back with a confused look on his face.
“Well, did he explain it to you?” she asked him.
Irvine nodded, his eyes wide and thoughtful.
“Then tell me, how do you get babies?”
“You run into town!” the boy announced proudly.
