Been working on this story for a while, I'll try to keep up with it as much as I can. With summer coming around, I'll be able to post a lot more! Reviews are welcomed and loved, especially because this is my first Y.L.I.A. story. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or the show, Your Lie In April. Simply just a lover of the story, wanting to keep it going!

-10 Years Later-

Kousei shot up from bed, a trickle of sweat beading down from his temple. The king sized bed was empty, the pillow still dented from her head. The comforter had been thrown off her side, all bunched up on his side. No wonder he had been sweating. All the blankets piled on him, plus Spring was just here.

Spring.

April.

Ten years. It had been ten whole years since the light of his life flew away in the dead of night, to a shimmering expanse of water where he wouldn't be able to find her, even when he performed. Ten years ago… He could still hear her playing for the pigeons. His sulking was interrupted by a yell from downstairs.

"Kousei, is that you?"

"Yeah, hun. Just got up!"

"Get down here, then!"

Kousei got into a plain blue shirt, not exactly matching his black plaid pajama pants, but it was good enough for just some breakfast. The digital clock on his nightstand said it was 10:34 A.M., which was a reasonable hour for a Sunday morning, and for him in general. His bouts of insomnia only got worse with age, even though he wasn't that old still.

As soon as he left their room, he could smell what she wanted him to come down for. Cinnamon and honey greeted him, as well as the sounds of evenly-timed chopping of fruits on the cutting board they got as a wedding present. He could recognize the sound from upstairs, because she only used it when she made big meals. What was she planning, and why?

He made his way down the stairs, tripping on the last step as he hadn't put on his glasses yet. There she was, her thin frame faced away from him, and at the sink. He was right, too, when she saw fresh strawberries on the cutting board on the center island.

She had heard him stumble off the last step, despite the fact that the sink had been running. "I was washing your glasses, because I knew you got fingerprints on them last night. You were up quite late, Kousei. I get worried."

She turned around, holding the black glasses he donned, these days. The thin frames could always be held accountable for being smudged with fingerprints, in which only she had the delicate fingers to wash.

"Thank you, Emi. You don't have to worry about me, you know. I just turned 24, I know how to deal with my time. Though, I'm sorry if I kept you up from the piano. I was just testing out a few new ways to play-"

He stopped when he felt a sharp stab on his right foot. It was punctured by that damn cat when she decided to play with the hem of his pants. Emi giggled, getting a paper towel and running it under warm water from the sink. "Kitty… You have practically a castle of a scratch-house for you, and yet you choose Kousei's pants."

She handed him his glasses and the paper towel, after he sat down at one of the chairs at the breakfast bar. He pressed hard on the 'wound', to stop the bleeding. That bugger. At least the cat made up for it by being cute.

Emi picked up the conversation, leaning on the counter to be closer to him. Her long hair barely touched the top of the marble when she leaned over, her bangs hanging over her eyebrows. Her eyes danced with amusement.

"So, you were talking about how you manage your time, were you? Because, hun, I don't think you remember that time that yo-"

"STOP!"

"-u stayed up until 4 A.M. watching your favorite reality T.V. show, with school the next day. Or, rather, that day."

"I was 16! You can't blame me…"

"It was a show about the most useless celebrities who are pretty much famous, for being famous."

"Ugh… Could, that wondrous smell that has been flowing around this house be on my plate to cheer me up?"

"Cheer you up? What happened?"

Kousei realized that she didn't know. She knew about Kaori, obviously, and she knew that she had passed… But she didn't know about what was such a special part about April. It had been ten years ago, today, April 6th, when he saw her. He didn't want his wife knowing that he still thought about her. At least when he was a kid, he learned how to hide his emotions.

"Oh, just about you teasing me."

Emi rolled her eyes with a smirk, standing up from the counter. She scooped up a piece of honey-drenched french toast from their plug in skillet. After she put a couple of strawberries on the side of the plate, he met her halfway with a side hug. He kissed her forehead, taking the plate from her. He stuffed his face with the toast as soon as he sat back down, watching as she kept that smirk when she looked at him.

"What'cha smiling about? Did you poison it?"

"No… I just…"

"What are you planning, anyways? Usually I make breakfast."

She bit a piece of dead skin on the corner of her lip, looking like she was contemplating something. Her chin turned down, as did her eyes.

"You're looking down again."

"You're looking down again, Emi. What is it?"

She looked up at him, mirth in her eyes. "Wouldn't you like to know?" She asked. He only nodded, as his mouth was full of strawberries. She took a deep breath, sliding her hands out on the counter to make an 'A' shape, her head being the top of it.

"I was thinking… Kousei… We've been married three years, now. Dating for eight. I think we're ready now, with enough trust, and funds… To have a family."

Kousei nearly choked as he was swallowing his bite of food. That's what she made breakfast for.

"Emi…"

"I did all the math. We'd be able to keep this house, and everything. We could still use a portion of the money to send to Seto, as well as-"

"I didn't say no. I think… We're ready. Right? We're both 24 now. Wait any longer and we'll be 60 by the time they're 10."

Emi looked up at him, her reddish-brown eyes smiling more than her lips. The cat jumped up on the counter, looking at him, too.

You're just going to mess it up, more than I did. The poor child will be stuck with an aggressive woman for a mother, as well as a father who walks away from them. The kid will make his own meals, his only saving grace being that he can play an instrument. That's what will happen, and you know it.

He snapped back to reality, just as he could've sworn the cat's eyes changed from their normal blue to a sickly green for a split second.

"Kousei, are you okay? You look sick… We don't have to if you don't want too… I understand."

He looked at her, and saw the light escape from her eyes. He wasn't the only one that wanted this, and he knew that. They were the power couple, taking top spots in the adult league of their piano competitions, as well as just being adorable in Seto's eyes.

"No, Emi. I want this. I really do. You'd be the best mother out there, and I'll be with you for every step. I won't leave your side. I promise."

He must've sounded a bit too astute, as she looked scared for a second. He realized he had pent up air in his chest. Letting it out with a nod of his head, he blinked a few times. "I really, really do. I love you, Emi. You know that. I'll support you with anything."

She ran around the breakfast bar, hugging him tightly. She wrapped her arms around his neck, digging her nose under his jaw. Her bangs tickled his ears as he stood up from his chair to wrap his arms around her waist. He kissed the top of her head, looking back at the cat.

"Kaori just wanted me to be happy, and this is what would make me happy. Fixing the things my own mother couldn't. I won't mess this up. I can't mess this up."

The cat licked it's black paw, before leaping off the counter to go and wander to who knows where.