Author's note: Yay! Here's my spin off/sequel—I'm not exactly sure which it is—for You Can't Fix Me! If you haven't read that then this story won't make much sense and this chapter will make absolutely no sense at all! Yay! Wait…not yay? Right, I'm just rambling at this point. Anyway, someone told me that I should put in what happened in the past ten years that separate these two stories and that's pretty much what this chapter is…that's it! Enjoy!
The day I found out Sara was pregnant was a very loud day full of lots of screaming, crying, internet searching and pots smashing. Not on me thankfully, but the mess was still hard to clean up. That day I spent a lot of time look through photo albums and remembering the past.
I thought about the day we buried Senri's mother. Nobody cried to be brutally honest, but that was the last day any of us saw Kaname for the next few months. It stormed and Senri never let go of Rima or little Mika-chan once. It was almost a sad time, but Senri sold his mother's house as fast as he could and moved himself into his deceased grandfather's home.
A couple years later, he proposed to Rima on her twentieth birthday during her party in front of everyone. She cried tears of joy and said yes. Mikazuki was pleased. At a little over two years old she could walk and read. She looked more and more like Rima every day. Six months later they were married and the wedding was fantastic. Rima decided to have it on a beach and all the food was simply delicious. Especially the cake. Or maybe it was just the fact that it had all ended in a massive food fight where I got to kiss all the splatters of cake of Sara's cheeks. Mikazuki started it actually…she told me herself. I babysat her during her parents' honeymoon where she told me how she tossed an apple at Tsubasa Sakurai, her neighbor who she despised. He was three, just like her. Shiki and Rima were married in the spring, a couple months after Mikazuki's third birthday.
I looked back on when Mikazuki first started talking about little Tsubasa in a kind way. That was about a year later and was about the time she started calling me Uncle Ichijou instead of Taku-oji. I blamed Tsubasa and went though somewhat of a depression to which Sara helped me though.
Whenever I looked at Mikazuki and Tsubasa I'd think of what it'd be like to have my own kids. It was the two of them who helped me decide to propose to Sara. I was afraid of what she'd say and Mikazuki said I'd never know if I never asked. I made her and Tsubasa promise not to tell their parents because I wanted to keep it a secret and if Senri found out, Rima would find out and tell the rest of the world till people on the other side of the world heard about it. Then Sara would find out and…well…anyway, you get the point.
I even brought the two with me when I decided to go pick out the right ring for Sara. It was Tsubasa and Mikazuki who picked it in the end. The ring was deep gold with two diamonds and a topaz in the center. They were also present when I proposed. More tears and another yes. What is it with women and crying over proposals? Tsubasa and Mika-chan cheered and I promised them they could be ring bearer and flower girl at my wedding. That was when Tsubasa told Mika-chan she'd be the prettiest flower girl ever which dropped a couple hints on where those two were headed.
Our wedding was even better than Senri and Rima's, or so it was in my opinion. But maybe that was just because I was the guy who got lucky enough to marry someone like Sara.
She glowed that day.
During the six months before we got married, Sara and I talked about children. She said maybe someday, but she wanted to accomplish all the things she couldn't do if she had children. In the end, we traveled everywhere, just like Sara wanted.
Everywhere took a long time, as did finding her parents so she could tell them about what they'd missed. I got the feeling they didn't like me too much but her mother thanked me and cried just before we left. She said she'd always be thankful for taking care of her daughter. Her words will forever ring in my head:
"I'll never be able to thank you enough for loving her like I should've when I couldn't."
I told her that there was still time.
She called every so often after that and talks to Sara for hours on end. It spiked up the phone bill but I never said anything because of how happy Sara would always look when she'd hang up the phone.
Sara got a job as a kindergarten teacher at the local school and ended up as Tsubasa and Mikazuki's teacher. I got daily reports on how close they were. I'd always pout and complain about how Tsubasa was stealing away my little Mika-chan. Sara just smiled.
I followed my grandfather's footsteps as a doctor and found that I enjoyed the profession. Lots of school though…I didn't like that part so much.
Mikazuki was pretty supportive of both of our jobs and came for visits frequently although I noticed she almost always had Tsubasa. It reminded me of how Rima always had Senri in tow whenever she went anywhere. It was like a natural thing. They were like twins!
Birthdays passed, Christmases passed, Thanksgivings passed and all the time we were together, one over sized family for the fact that most of us were missing a majority of ours.
Although most of the times were happy, a solo time of sorrow stuck out in my mind. I was reminded of the time Rima's mother was diagnosed with cancer. Mikazuki was there when we got the news and—naturally—so was Tsubasa. She was seven and she cried.
Rima's mother didn't last very long, just long enough for us to all say our good byes. Rima's father came for a week. He had another wife in Canada of all places, but got the news and had to come to see his ex-wife, to the fury of his current wife. He got to see Mikazuki and was shocked by her intelligence level. Not that it was very surprising. At seven, Mikazuki was using words I still didn't know. Many things could be learned from that little girl who wasn't so little after all.
When Rima's mother died, the funeral was the complete opposite of Senri's mother. Everyone cried at this funeral and Rima's dad returned for it. Again, it rained. Kaname even showed up. He didn't look to great, but the thought was kind.
Life goes on though, and we all got over it after sometime. At that point, Tsubasa was around more often than I'd thought possible. They were pretty much super glued to each other.
It was very busy time for everyone. My own parents called me from Italy and told me they were taking up current residence there and they might come down for Christmas. They didn't.
And finally, at twenty-eight, Sara found herself pregnant. It was March and the house was cold, but I let her flip out and run around the house in her bathrobe like a madwoman all morning.
While I listened to the soundtrack of her calling everyone across the globe to tell them she had a parasitic organism growing inside of her and asking for advice, I got the call from Senri who told me Rima was pregnant again, although this time it was at a more reasonable age.
"TAKUMA! TAKUMA! RIMA IS PREGNANT TOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Sara yelled and I grinned.
"I know!" I called back.
"Isn't it great? We should throw a baby shower together!" Sara squealed and came running up the stairs. I hang up and put the phone down and paled.
"People throw parties when they get pregnant?" I asked curiously.
Sara nodded enthusiastically. I shrugged.
"Sounds like fun," I said slightly uncertain.
"It will be," Sara promise and darted downstairs, no doubt to call Rima and start planning the baby shower.
Awwww…I feel almost bad for killing off Rima's mom. There we go. Lotsa shima and tsuzuki…and I bet you guys can guess what the next chapter is about…maybe. Can you? Ah well…review!