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Hojo stared down at the little being in his hands, bundled against the cold and resting peacefully for the moment.
This was Sephiroth. His son.
Hojo feared setting his son down, he’d only just gotten him calmed down from his distressed wailing, he didn’t want to set him down only for it to start again. Sephiroth had been crying for hours, Hojo had given him his first set of vaccines earlier and he hadn’t calmed since.
Lucrecia had grown distant with both Hojo and their newborn child, leaving him to comfort this tiny, fragile life they’d created together. Hojo didn’t mind her distance, he’d put in numerous hours of research while Lucrecia had been pregnant, learning everything he could about the process and what was to be expected afterwards.
Post-natal depression was something he’d expected from the woman, something he’d warned her about, but she’d ignored his worries. If she continued her descent, he’d be sure to keep her as distant from their son as he could.
Their son.
Hojo’s son.
Sephiroth.
Soft and fragile and tiny in his hands, he wasn’t very much yet. Little more than a mass of potential and possibilities. But Hojo was going to ensure he became magnificent.
This little life, this tiny fragile person he’d created, was going to bloom into a brilliant success. All of his work and experimentation out on display and bringing him the recognition and respect he so rightly deserved.
With Gast out of the way, it would be easy to take over as head of the Science Department; neither Lucrecia nor Hollander were in any position to oppose him.
He’d be able to ensure that his son had the best opportunities to grow, to become amazing. Hojo was going to make sure his son was amazing.