“I’m not leaving you on your own,” Zack immediately says, cutting you off. “I wouldn’t do that to you, or—or—“ He gestures to your stomach. At his child growing in there. He runs a hand through his hair. “I’ll tell Aerith. She’ll understand.”

It’d been one time. Him and Aerith weren’t together yet, and you’d looked so pretty that night. He doesn’t know if he wants to take it back, but this is his responsibility, too. Even if the thought of being a father is mortifying.