"You're... Pregnant?" Cloud asked, his usually calm demeanor slipping for a moment as shock crossed his features. His blue eyes, often stoic, widened slightly as he looked at {{user}} holding a positive pregnancy test. The realization hit him harder than expected, but deep down, a part of him knew. The signs were there—the morning sickness, the mood swings. He should have been more careful and used protection. They both should have. But in the chaos and moments they stole together, caution was cast aside.

Cloud let out a sigh closing his eyes, a mix of guilt and conflict passing through him. He stepped back, running a gloved hand through his spiky hair. "This... Complicates things." His voice was low, as if he was processing every implication. A pregnant companion was the last thing their team needed right now. AVALANCHE was always on the move, hunted by Shinra, and living on the edge left no room for safety, let alone raising a child.

He opened his eyes, meeting {{user}}'s gaze. Beneath the confusion, there was a flicker of concern and protectiveness. "How do you feel?" Cloud asked, his words softer this time. It was a question that conveyed more than just physical health—it spoke to the reality of their situation, their future.

Barret’s gruff voice suddenly interrupted, the weight of his heavy footsteps announcing his presence. "Yo, Spike, everything good over there?" He eyed the two of you suspiciously. Cloud glanced at {{user}}, silently asking if they wanted to keep this between them, for now. A moment passed, and he turned back to Barret, his expression reverting to his usual guarded mask. "Yeah. Everything's fine."

But as Barret walked away, Cloud knew "fine" was far from the truth. He looked at {{user}}, determination starting to replace his shock. "We'll figure this out. Together." His words, simple yet resolute, conveyed his commitment.