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Title: Announcement
Characters: Garnet/Zidane
Fandom: Final Fantasy IX
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Garnet has some special news for Zidane.
Notes: Loosely related to Forever, still dealing with epic amounts of fluff n' stuff. For my spring break extravaganza/fluff fic week~
“Zidane,” said Garnet as she entered their bedroom. She was clutching the hem of her dress, looking uncharacteristically nervous. “I have news for you.”
“Yeah Dagger, what’s up?” he replied, not bothering to look up from the battered old book of plays he was thumbing through. The guys from Tantalus were looking to perform in Alexandria for their wedding anniversary next month, and he had promised to give them a play to perform for Dagger by tomorrow.
“I have important news,” emphasized Garnet as she crossed the room toward her husband. “I’d kind of like you to listen.”
Zidane caught the edge in her voice and immediately set the book aside. He patted an empty spot next to him on the windowsill. “Wanna sit down and tell me what’s on your mind?”
Garnet shook her head. “I think I’d better stand up for this one,” she said. Taking a deep breath, she managed to finally deliver her news. “Zidane, I’m pregnant.”
“For reals, Dagger? But I thought that you couldn’t get pregnant?” Zidane leapt up from his seat, gathered his wife by her waist, and twirled her around their bedroom playfully.
“I guess apparently I can,” said Garnet once both her feet were firmly planted on the floor again. “We both were wrong.”
“Still, that’s great!” gushed Zidane, who still hadn’t let go of his wife. “Do you think the baby’ll have a horn?”
“I’d rather the baby had a tail like yours,” replied Garnet with a wink. “Do you think I’ll be a good mother?”
“The best,” replied Zidane immediately. “Can I teach the baby to pick-pocket?”
“I see you’re planning to be a shining example of morality for our unborn child.” Garnet’s tone was strict, but her smile gave away any attempt at seriousness.
“Well, wouldn’t you rather I taught it to our child instead of say, Baku?” replied Zidane. “Or Blank?” he added with a shudder.
“They’ll come for the birth, right?” asked Dagger. “Marcus and Ruby, too?”
“I’ll drag them here myself if I have to,” promised Zidane. “Not to mention Freya. And we’ll have to drag Amarant over from who-knows-where he is right now. And Eiko’s gonna be so excited.”
“Can we wait a little longer to tell everyone?” asked Garnet seriously. “It’s not that I don’t think they’ll be happy for us, but I kind of want to keep this between us for right now. Our secret.”
“Anything you say, Dagger,” agreed Zidane.
“It’s just that Steiner will fret, and so will Beatrix, although she hides it far better,” explained Garnet. “And Quina will probably try to cook the whole of the pantry stores. I’d rather not be the center of attention any more than necessary.”
“You’re the queen, babe. That means attention is lavished upon you whenever you set foot out of our wing,” pointed out Zidane. “But yeah, I get what you’re saying. I’d rather not have Rusty shooting me dirty looks ‘cause I knocked you up, anyway.”
Garnet giggled. “You always manage to make me laugh,” she said, leaning forward to give her husband a kiss.
“One of the many services I provide,” Zidane replied with a cheeky grin once the two of them had broken the kiss. “So, how ‘bout we announce it in time for our wedding anniversary next month? That gives us, what – six weeks to enjoy the news all by ourselves?”
“That sounds like a plan.” Garnet nodded her head and let it rest on Zidane’s shoulder. “You’re going to make a wonderful father.”
“You sure?” he asked, a slight edge of uncertainty in his voice.
“I know you best, and if I say so, then it must be true.” Garnet kissed her husband’s cheek. “Now, why were you looking at those plays when I came in here earlier?”
“Oh, just trying to decide what play to let the guys of Tantalus perform for the inevitable party for our anniversary,” Zidane said with a noncommittal shrug.
“I guess the nobles are getting tired of hearing I Want to be Your Canary at every important celebration?” Garnet asked.
“Not that I don’t love it,” Zidane replied. “It’s our thing. Our play. But maybe we can do it just on your birthday?”
“I suppose Tantalus would get mad if the nobles started throwing rotten fruit at the stage,” said Garnet. “Did you decide on anything?”
“It’s supposed to be a surprise for my very lovely wife,” he said, pulling Garnet toward their bed. They landed on the fluffy quilt with an undignified plop.
“Your wife is very lovely?” replied Garnet, curling up on top of Zidane, resting her head on his chest. She had always enjoyed listening to his heartbeat. “Does she know about us?”
“Ha ha,” said Zidane dryly. “I guess we’re doomed to a clandestine affair?”
“She’d better not find out about us then.” Garnet pulled one of Zidane’s hands into hers and let them rest together loosely on his stomach.
“Too bad she’s right here.” Zidane moved his head ever so slightly to kiss the top of Garnet’s hair.
“Just think, Zidane,” murmured Garnet sleepily. “In about seven months, there will be three of us in our little family.”
He responded by kissing Garnet’s hair again, and the two of them let a comfortable silence fill the air. Zidane moved his free hand to gently run his fingers through his wife’s hair, which was slowly lulling the young queen into a sleepy daze.
“Hey, Dagger?” asked Zidane, breaking the quiet.
“Yes?” Garnet’s reply was mumbled.
“Will we still be able to have sex without hurting the baby?” he asked, a note of panic creeping into his voice.
“Don’t ever change, don’t ever change.” The queen’s laughter filled the air as she leaned forward to kiss her husband senseless.
Zidane vowed to remember this moment forever, especially considering the horror stories he heard were in store for him. Life with Dagger would always be an adventure, and he could hardly wait to see what would come next.
Characters: Garnet/Zidane
Fandom: Final Fantasy IX
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Garnet has some special news for Zidane.
Notes: Loosely related to Forever, still dealing with epic amounts of fluff n' stuff. For my spring break extravaganza/fluff fic week~
“Zidane,” said Garnet as she entered their bedroom. She was clutching the hem of her dress, looking uncharacteristically nervous. “I have news for you.”
“Yeah Dagger, what’s up?” he replied, not bothering to look up from the battered old book of plays he was thumbing through. The guys from Tantalus were looking to perform in Alexandria for their wedding anniversary next month, and he had promised to give them a play to perform for Dagger by tomorrow.
“I have important news,” emphasized Garnet as she crossed the room toward her husband. “I’d kind of like you to listen.”
Zidane caught the edge in her voice and immediately set the book aside. He patted an empty spot next to him on the windowsill. “Wanna sit down and tell me what’s on your mind?”
Garnet shook her head. “I think I’d better stand up for this one,” she said. Taking a deep breath, she managed to finally deliver her news. “Zidane, I’m pregnant.”
“For reals, Dagger? But I thought that you couldn’t get pregnant?” Zidane leapt up from his seat, gathered his wife by her waist, and twirled her around their bedroom playfully.
“I guess apparently I can,” said Garnet once both her feet were firmly planted on the floor again. “We both were wrong.”
“Still, that’s great!” gushed Zidane, who still hadn’t let go of his wife. “Do you think the baby’ll have a horn?”
“I’d rather the baby had a tail like yours,” replied Garnet with a wink. “Do you think I’ll be a good mother?”
“The best,” replied Zidane immediately. “Can I teach the baby to pick-pocket?”
“I see you’re planning to be a shining example of morality for our unborn child.” Garnet’s tone was strict, but her smile gave away any attempt at seriousness.
“Well, wouldn’t you rather I taught it to our child instead of say, Baku?” replied Zidane. “Or Blank?” he added with a shudder.
“They’ll come for the birth, right?” asked Dagger. “Marcus and Ruby, too?”
“I’ll drag them here myself if I have to,” promised Zidane. “Not to mention Freya. And we’ll have to drag Amarant over from who-knows-where he is right now. And Eiko’s gonna be so excited.”
“Can we wait a little longer to tell everyone?” asked Garnet seriously. “It’s not that I don’t think they’ll be happy for us, but I kind of want to keep this between us for right now. Our secret.”
“Anything you say, Dagger,” agreed Zidane.
“It’s just that Steiner will fret, and so will Beatrix, although she hides it far better,” explained Garnet. “And Quina will probably try to cook the whole of the pantry stores. I’d rather not be the center of attention any more than necessary.”
“You’re the queen, babe. That means attention is lavished upon you whenever you set foot out of our wing,” pointed out Zidane. “But yeah, I get what you’re saying. I’d rather not have Rusty shooting me dirty looks ‘cause I knocked you up, anyway.”
Garnet giggled. “You always manage to make me laugh,” she said, leaning forward to give her husband a kiss.
“One of the many services I provide,” Zidane replied with a cheeky grin once the two of them had broken the kiss. “So, how ‘bout we announce it in time for our wedding anniversary next month? That gives us, what – six weeks to enjoy the news all by ourselves?”
“That sounds like a plan.” Garnet nodded her head and let it rest on Zidane’s shoulder. “You’re going to make a wonderful father.”
“You sure?” he asked, a slight edge of uncertainty in his voice.
“I know you best, and if I say so, then it must be true.” Garnet kissed her husband’s cheek. “Now, why were you looking at those plays when I came in here earlier?”
“Oh, just trying to decide what play to let the guys of Tantalus perform for the inevitable party for our anniversary,” Zidane said with a noncommittal shrug.
“I guess the nobles are getting tired of hearing I Want to be Your Canary at every important celebration?” Garnet asked.
“Not that I don’t love it,” Zidane replied. “It’s our thing. Our play. But maybe we can do it just on your birthday?”
“I suppose Tantalus would get mad if the nobles started throwing rotten fruit at the stage,” said Garnet. “Did you decide on anything?”
“It’s supposed to be a surprise for my very lovely wife,” he said, pulling Garnet toward their bed. They landed on the fluffy quilt with an undignified plop.
“Your wife is very lovely?” replied Garnet, curling up on top of Zidane, resting her head on his chest. She had always enjoyed listening to his heartbeat. “Does she know about us?”
“Ha ha,” said Zidane dryly. “I guess we’re doomed to a clandestine affair?”
“She’d better not find out about us then.” Garnet pulled one of Zidane’s hands into hers and let them rest together loosely on his stomach.
“Too bad she’s right here.” Zidane moved his head ever so slightly to kiss the top of Garnet’s hair.
“Just think, Zidane,” murmured Garnet sleepily. “In about seven months, there will be three of us in our little family.”
He responded by kissing Garnet’s hair again, and the two of them let a comfortable silence fill the air. Zidane moved his free hand to gently run his fingers through his wife’s hair, which was slowly lulling the young queen into a sleepy daze.
“Hey, Dagger?” asked Zidane, breaking the quiet.
“Yes?” Garnet’s reply was mumbled.
“Will we still be able to have sex without hurting the baby?” he asked, a note of panic creeping into his voice.
“Don’t ever change, don’t ever change.” The queen’s laughter filled the air as she leaned forward to kiss her husband senseless.
Zidane vowed to remember this moment forever, especially considering the horror stories he heard were in store for him. Life with Dagger would always be an adventure, and he could hardly wait to see what would come next.
