Final fantasy 7 x reader

Beanie (Zack Fair x reader)

Zack was in the middle of making a cup of coffee when he heard the unmistakable cry of his infant daughter, Bernadette.

He turned to look at her crib and saw her waving her tiny arms and legs, her face contorted in a squall.

"Oh no," Zack muttered under his breath, setting down the coffee mug and walking over to the crib. "What's the matter, Beanie?" he cooed, picking her up.

(Y/n) had just stepped out of the bathroom, her hair damp from her shower. She had a towel wrapped around her body and a second one wrapped around her hair. Hearing Bernadette's cries, (Y/n) walked into the room.

"Sounds like someone's grumpy," she said, a small smile on her face as she approached Zack and their baby.

Zack chuckled as he gently rocked Bernadette in his arms, trying to soothe her. "Yeah, she's not too happy right now."

He turned to (Y/n), his gaze roaming over her wrapped-up form. He couldn't help but feel a pang of attraction at the sight, even as he tried to focus on his crying child.

(Y/n) chuckled and approached Zack, peeking down at Bernadette in his arms. "What's the matter, hmm?" she cooed, gently caressing her baby's head.

She glanced up at Zack, catching him staring at her. A small smirk played on her lips as she raised an eyebrow at him. "You're supposed to pay attention to the baby, remember?" she teased, her voice laced with humor.

Zack laughed sheepishly, his gaze shifting from (Y/n) back to Bernadette. "Sorry, sorry. It's just a little difficult when my wife is looking so... distracting," he quipped, a mischievous smile on his face.

He continued to rock Bernadette in his arms, but his eyes kept darting back to (Y/n), admiring her wrapped-up form.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes playfully, a smirk still on her lips. "Oh, save your flattery for later, mister," she retorted.

She reached out and gently took Bernadette from him, carefully cradling their baby in her arms.

"I was in the middle of my shower," she said, her tone still light. "But someone couldn't resist getting my attention," she teased, glancing down at Bernadette, who hadn't stopped crying, clearly hungry.

Zack scratched the back of his head with a guilty look on his face, embarrassed to have been caught. "Hey, can you blame me? It's not my fault you're so damn distracting," he said, his smile widening.

He watched as (Y/n) took Bernadette from his arms, his eyes once again straying to her wrapped-up form. He couldn't help but notice the towel around her, clinging to her curves.

He shook his head, quickly attempting to distract himself by turning his attention back to the crying baby.

(Y/n) sat down on the couch, shifting Bernadette into a comfortable position. She removed the towel from around her chest, leaving her partially exposed.

As Bernadette latched onto (Y/n)'s breast and started feeding, Zack's gaze inadvertently returned to (Y/n)'s form.

(Y/n) glanced over at Zack, catching him staring once again. She gave him a half-amused, half-exasperated look. "You're still doing it," she chided, her tone light.

Zack let out a sheepish chuckle, his cheeks slightly flushed as he realized he had been caught again. "Sorry, sorry. I just can't help it," he admitted, offering a guilty smile.

He leaned against the wall, watching (Y/n) feed Bernadette with a mix of affection and sheepishness.

(Y/n) shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "You have a one-track mind, you know that?" she quipped.