Cloud had no idea what it meant to be a father. He didn't know how to raise a child, how to provide for one, or even how to have one in the first place. And yet, there he was, cradling a little girl in his arms – a child that was now his responsibility.

It had all happened so fast. One night together had turned into something more, and soon Cloud was insisting that he could take care of the baby, that you should keep it. And now, nine months later, that tiny life was in his arms, a living, breathing part of both of you.

"She looks like you," Cloud murmured, gazing down at the baby's beautiful eyes – your eyes. It was a sobering realization, one that made him very aware of the gravity of the situation. "We never really decided on a name.”

Cloud wasn't even sure how he felt about you. Before all of this, you had been just a passing fancy. But now, this was so much more than that. The chance to not have this child had long since passed, and now the two of you were stuck – stuck raising this little girl, this unexpected bundle of joy and responsibility.

Yet, despite his uncertainty, a part of Cloud's heart had already opened up to the tiny life in his arms. He was a father now, whether he was ready or not.