A Baby's Story

First Month: To Tell a Mother

Disclaimer: I don't own CCS, neither its wonderful characters. They all belong to the talented women of CLAMP. Please note that this disclaimer applies to incoming chapters as well, which means that I won't write this again – that's because I tend to forget it.

A tall, slender young woman; maybe 21 years old, entered one spacious mansion by opening the front door using an electronic key. Looking around and seeing no one, she took off her heavy-looking black coat and placed it on the hanger, which was soon also filled with a long, knit dark-purple scarf. After taking off her black leather gloves and placing them on the long and tall glass console she rummaged over the stack of daily mail. Keeping the ones addressed to her, she proceeds to walk upstairs carrying her sleek Luis Vuitton handbag.

Once in the intimacy of her very own room; the one colored a cheery, yellowy color with delicate light-lilac details she let out a quiet sigh. But it was not out of exhaustion or exasperation but tiredness perhaps. She was absolutely sure that her life, as she knew it, had changed drastically when she had made up her mind about one of the issues that were currently plaguing her mature mind. It was not the easiest decision to make, and maybe not the wisest, but what's done it's done, and now there is no way back. Not now when everything was sealed in a laboratory report.

Looking out through the crystal surface of the wide balcony-doors she smiled, softly. It was better to take a long, relaxing bubble-bath and face the consequences of her decision later.


"Okaa-san, there is something I must tell you," said the lass; her voice solemn. "Sure dear... Here, take a seat. Do you want some tea?" was the elder woman's reply. The girl with lovely blue-purple eyes pondered about the offer but did as requested. "Yes, please." The mother smiled and served her only daughter a cup with steaming green tea to then hand it to her most cautiously. After a few minutes spent on tasting their tea, the silence was broken by a soft, yet firm voice: "Mother, I am pregnant"

The sound of delicate and expensive china clicking against cold glass could be heard in the lounge inside the family residence. The eyes of the woman who held it before were unfocused in bewilderment. She knew that her daughter was capable of many things and had a high sense of responsibility and virtue. This thing she just heard must be a very catchy practical joke, she thought not amused in the slightest. "If this is one of those silly jokes young people watch on TV, then it's not amusing in the least young lady," Sonomi said in a dead-pan voice, eyes sternly locked in the gaze of her daughter who fought with an intensity of her own.

"Forgive me mother, for it is not. What I said is true. However, this is no ordinary pregnancy," said the younger of the two deciding to take a sip of her momentarily forgotten tea to moist her suddenly dried throat. Sonomi was at the verge of giving in to boiling anger, but the last sentence of her daughter restrained her against it. There was so much more than meets the eye in this situation and she was determined to know everything before ever thinking of judging her. "Explain yourself dear, I am most intrigued to know how you fell in such a situation."

Moments like this required some sarcasm to get over it. The Amamiya women were known by their dark humor, witty remarks and sharp tongue and Sonomi was no exception. Nadeshiko was perhaps the redemption to this common knowledge. But she is dead now and there's no use in disturbing the peace of the dead.

"I am pregnant with Sakura and Syaoran's child. I offered Sakura to use my uterus to breed their child since she cannot do that herself" confessed the long haired woman gracefully sitting, cross-legged in one of the creamy-white sofas there were. "Why did you do that? Do you realize the graveness of this situation my dear? What's wrong with Sakura?" inquired Sonomi trying to prioritize the order of her questions the best she could.

Tomoyo kept silent for a while, thinking of uncomplicated ways to explain this to her dear mother. It was not that she couldn't understand advanced science. The now pregnant girl thought that the simpler, the better. It's meaningless to engage themselves in a heavy medical conversation, for clearly neither of them were one; and besides, how she became pregnant was not the problem at hand, but why she decided to be so.

"For what the doctor told us, Sakura's uterus is too weak to support a pregnancy. No matter how many times she tries or how careful she is, it will always be natural abortion" looking directly at her mother's eyes seeing her own sadness reflected in those royal-blue eyes of hers. "Sakura was utterly depressed. However, when the doctor mentioned this method as a way to have a baby of her own, hope flickered in her usually cheerful eyes," Tomoyo told and gave out a sigh, remembering the awfully angst-y hours spent in that consulting room.

"Poor Sakura, I can't even wonder how distressed she must had felt." This sentence interrupted Sonomi's only child's train of thoughts. "Yes, it was heartbreaking – Now, everything she needed was a healthy woman's uterus. It's known of women who rent themselves as breeding mothers, in the utmost secrecy of course," taking the last sip of her now warm tea, for she had drunk it all. "She was thinking of getting in contact with one of these women but I offered myself before she got to do it." And that moment will be forever embedded in the young lady's memory.

"I see," mouthed the woman dressed up in a stylish business-suit that brought out her eyes. "I apologize for not consulting you before I did it but I didn't know back then that my decision was final. After all, who better than me, Sakura's best friend since childhood, to be her child's breeding mother? I mean, she knows me since forever and I am healthy enough." She placed down the emptied cup carefully on top of the glass coffee table to then lean against the back of the chair. Her back was straight and her long, perfectly sculpted legs were crossed in a most royalty-like way.

"I don't know if it was the wisest thing to do and I am hurt that you kept your intentions a secret until now, however I am proud of your humanity. Always remember Tomoyo, my child, that there are people who love you and they deserve to know everything of great importance that happens in your life; and this issue at hand is everything but of no importance." Sonomi said in a stern voice, placing down her elaborated china cup as well. "When took place the insertion?" she asked pouring half a cup of tea for herself.

"Exactly five days ago," replied the only heiress of the Daidouji Empire while smoothing some invisible wrinkles on her Scottish pleated mini-skirt while swirling one dainty foot tastefully clad in a black Gucci stiletto. Spotless chamois covering only her toes and heel while a thin stripe attached it firmly to her ankle. "Are you completely sure about this?" wanted to know the elder one in a display of true concern. "Yes. However, if I were not, I cannot back down now," replied Tomoyo looking past her mother to an undefined target.

"What if you get too attached to the child? What would happen when you give birth to it? Will you have the heart to give it away, without so much as a glance? Without looking back?" inquired the mother once more, voicing her child's unspoken fears.

The raven-haired lass thought about what was being asked, but no matter how much she tried, she could not come to a decent conclusion to give. The same questions plagued her mind every day and every night since she was inserted with her best friend's embryo. She had no clue as to how her motherly instincts would react when the time comes. But she cannot back down on her word. She has to give it to them, she must. It's not hers to keep, she's only an instrument for the Li's happiness and she vowed to make their happiness a happiness of her own. "I would give it to them... Once it's born" without knowing it, or maybe she did; Tomoyo had sealed her fate. A most unusual one at that.

"Well, I will pray for you, dear child," said Sonomi after drinking from her cup of tea. "Who is the doctor in charge?" she wanted to know, since this is something of extreme importance for her daughter's and the unborn baby's health. "Hiiragizawa Eriol is my obstetrician, mother. He graduated in Oxford, London and is the best in the field. Li-kun highly recommended him, even though Hiiragizawa-san is still young," answered Tomoyo feeling Sonomi's eyes looking at her most quizzically.

"A man you say? Wouldn't you feel more comfortable with a female doctor, honey?" said the businesswoman arching one perfectly sculpted eyebrow. "It is of no importance, really. He's the best in the field and that is what matters," voiced the girl with a bit of embarrassment displayed in her cheeks.

"I see. When is your next check up?" wondered the slender woman after placing the cup down on the coffee table and taking out her Palm-Pilot from her purse. Tomoyo looked at her puzzled but was quick to answer, "next week. He said that he needs to examine me periodically to make sure that my body shows no signs of rejection. That would be fatal."

A slight frown took over Mrs. Daidouji's features when she noticed that next week was already packed up with meetings. "I'm afraid I can't accompany you, darling. Please keep me informed alright?" looking most apologetically to her daughter sitting across from her. Tomoyo sighed, things won't ever change; she thought before smiling kindly and telling her mother that it was quite alright and that she would tell her everything.

The makeshift reunion was soon over when the CEO of Daidouji Toys had to leave in a hurry for an important meeting with the Board of Directors; leaving the young woman to her own musings on the matter. She sat in the lounge for a long time, even after the maids had cleaned up the mess, if you want to put a name on two discarded china cups with their plates and spoons, on the coffee table.

Looking at her wristwatch, feeling trapped in the vastness of her own mansion, she took the car keys of her shiny black convertible Mercedes decided on driving aimlessly through the city to clear up her mind.


Authoress' Notes:

Hello fellow readers! I'm back with another attempt at creative writing. I will be touching a far more 'real' and 'in-depth' subject than the one addressed in my last fiction. This story was edited and reposted to get rid of embarrassing mistakes, which I hope are gone now. Please enjoy and don't forget to drop a review or even recommend this story to other people out there. I will try my best to finish this story in my vacation span, that is, two months; mainly because I found out that University does take a lot of my time. Thank you always for your support!