Her Rising Saviour:

Chapter Two – Calls


Sakura really didn't want to wake up the next morning. She was so tired. When her alarm clock went off, all she wanted to do was take a hammer to it and roll back under the warm covers. But, sadly, there was work to do; the office, wedding plans and baby plans, of course.

And so the usual morning began. She rolled over to wake Syaoran up once she turned off the alarm and Syaoran made sure to say his good morning to the fetus before letting Sakura get out of bed. When that ritual was done, they took their usual morning shower and got ready for work.

Sakura was a lucky one, not getting morning sickness. Or at least, not nearly as bad as the women from the horror stories she had heard. Some mornings she would wake up with slight nausea, but not once did she actually blow chunks from it. It was definitely something she was grateful for.

She was just pulling her hair into the usual bun while Syaoran stood beside her in the bathroom, brushing his teeth, when the phone rang. Syaoran spat in the sink and quickly rinsed his mouth, then made a dash for the door to answer the phone. Sakura didn't get to finish her hair, but her hand darted out for his to stop him. She gave him her most alluring smile.

"The machine will pick it up," she said sweetly as she pulled him to her. She pressed herself to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Syaoran smirked down at her and wrapped his arms around her tiny waist before bringing down his hungry mouth onto hers. They had only began to explore each other, Syaoran's hand slowly inching up her blouse, when the ringing of the phone stopped and a loud beep sounded, informing them that the answering machine had picked up.

"Hey!" Syroan's voice greeted on the machine. "You've reached Syaoran Li and Sakura Kinomoto. We're away from the phone right now, so if you could leave a message we'll get back to you as soon as we can. Thanks!"

Another beep, and then...

"SAKURA NADESHIKO KINOMOTO!"

Sakura froze, hearing the voice on the machine. Syaoran also seemed to freeze and pulled away from her. They both faced the door, as if in fear, as they listened to the machine record the message from Toya Kinomoto.

"I know you're there, Sakura. You don't leave for work for another twenty minutes, so get your lips away from that brat's and answer the God damned phone!"

Sakura blushed bright pink and looked up to Syaoran timidly, "I should, er, probably speak to him."

Syaoran simply held her tighter, grinning slightly. Somehow, he found this funny, even though he knew he was actually terrified of the big brother. "The machine will get it, remember?"

After a moment, Toya continued, still enrages but slightly calmer. "I know you're there, monster. I'll just get back at you tomorrow. Hence why I'm calling. Dad wants me to remind you that we're coming over tomorrow to discuss this...wedding." He snarled out the last word as if it were THE most disgusting word he had ever said. "I remember saying you both had tomorrow off, so Dad and I want to be there for nine and..."

Sakura's eyes widened, the rest of the message going in one ear and out the other. The rest didn't seem to matter. "Shoot! I forgot they were coming over tomorrow!"

Syaoran chuckled as he listened to Toya rant for a few more minutes before the the machine cut him off. He pulled Sakura into a close, loving embrace. "Well, I suppose I had to face them sometime before the wedding."

"Toya's going to be ticked," Sakura mumbled. "I haven't even told them about the baby yet. I only told Dad about the engagement."

Then she froze, realizing something. She pulled away from him slightly, her hands on his chest while his hands rested on her hips. Her eyes were wide, frantic. "I...They don't know about before, with the bar and...umm...Blossom...and stuff. And I'm sure Tomoyo never told them, or else I would have had Toya screaming at me for the past years."

Syaoran gave her a reassuring smile and brushed his lips against hers, "Sakura, sweetie, I'd never tell them. Besides," he gave a small wink, "why the hell would I want to give Toya another reason to kill me?"

Sakura gave a weak smile, "I suppose that's true..."

Syaoran's watch beeped before she could finish, catching both of their attention. He gave a small groan, "Damn, we're going to be late."

"Then let's go," Sakura smiled, slipping her hand into his and leading him out of the bathroom. She grabbed the books Tomoyo had left and dashed out the door with Syaoran in tow.

b.K.d

The rest of the morning passed fairly quickly, and within seemingly no time, lunch arrived along with Tomoyo. She came bounding into the office, her silky lavender hair pulled up into a pony-tail and wearing jeans and a nice blouse, her Guess purse in hand.

Sakura stood up before Tomoyo could get to her desk, a large smile on her face. She picked up the phone and dialled Syaoran's office number to tell him Tomoyo was here for them.

The three of them ended up going to a small coffee shop just down the street from the office. Sakura returned the magazines and folders to Tomoyo, who spread them out on their six-seater table.

The waitress arrived with their orders – Syaoran: one large coffee, a ham sandwich and a slice of apple pie. Sakura: a strawberry milkshake and a Greek salad. Tomoyo: an Earl Grey tea and soup – and the meeting began.

"So did you show Syaoran the dresses?" Tomoyo asked excitedly.

Sakura blushed softly and began poking at her salad nervously, "No. I, er, feel asleep."

Tomoyo sighed, "Typical. So we'll start with tha – "

"I actually looked through the books," Syaoran interrupted, smiling. He reached across the table and picked through Tomoyo's pile, fishing out a blue cover magazine. He flipped through the pages to find the hidden sticky-note that bookmarked the page. Once he found it, he smiled and showed it to Tomoyo.

"Oh, I should have known you'd like that one," Tomoyo said slyly, smiling.

"What?" Sakura asked, having not seen the page.

Syaoran pulled back the book to their side of the table and showed it to Sakura. Sakura immediately frowned. She sighed, "Syaoran, I'm not wearing that dress."

Syaoran frowned as well and looked back down at the dress. It was the first one he had seen, and immediately he had fell in love with it. It was the dress that clung to the model's every curve, with thin straps to show off the shoulders and neck, and had a beautiful loose hanging neckline that scrunched up slightly without showing much cleavage.

"What's wrong with it?" Syaoran asked, sulking. "It'd look amazing on you."

"Because," Sakura sighed, repeating her words to Tomoyo the previous night. "In three months, I'll be between my first and second trimester, which is usually where a woman will start developing her baby bump. I don't really think it's something I should be showing off...You know, pregnancy before marriage."

Syaoran pursed his lips together into a thin line, but his eyes were soft. He reached out his hand to rest it on her stomach and captured her gaze, smouldering her with his deep amber eyes. "Pregnancy is a beautiful thing, Sakura. Perhaps the most beautiful thing in the world. Who cares what people think? We love each other, that should be all that matters. You would look beautiful in this dress, and if you start getting that baby bump, it'll just add to it. It'll be more beautiful than ever. It'll just show people how much we love each other."

Sakura's eyes had began to water in the middle of his speech. When he was done, she forced a shaky smile and nodded. She rested her hand on his and laced her fingers through his, then lean forward to lightly kiss him.

"Thank you," she whispered.

Tomoyo watched them, grinning. After letting them have their moment, she gave a small polite cough to catch their attention, which worked. She smiled, "Then this dress?"

Syaoran looked to Sakura, waiting for her answer. She blushed slightly and nodded, "Y-Yeah."

Syaoran grinned like an idiot and brought his lips to her cheek, "You'll look amazing."

"Yes yes," Tomoyo interrupted the moment before it could begin, starting to become impatient. "We all know Sakura will look amazing in the dress. Now the next thing to discuss is the invitations and cake."

"When we get home we'll start on the invitations," Syaoran informed her, remembering Sakura showing him the stationary this morning. "And hopefully we'll send them out tomorrow morning. It's not like it's going to be a big wedding or anything."

Sakura nodded in agreement, "Yeah. There's only going to be Toya and Dad, your mother and sisters, Eriol and of course you Tomoyo."

Tomoyo grinned, "Of course."

"And you'll be my Maid Of Honour," Sakura grinned, seeing Tomoyo's eyes light up. "Eriol's going to be Syaoran's Grooms Men. And..." she paused and turned to Syaoran, "you said your one sister had two kids that could be the Flower Girl and Ring Bearer?"

Syaoran nodded, "Yeah, Femei has three year old twins. She said they'd be more than happy to be in the wedding."

"Okay, okay," Tomoyo said, pulling a notepad from her purse. She grabbed a designer pen from behind her ear and quickly scribbled down what Syaoran had said. "And the cake? Have we decided that yet?"

"Not yet," Sakura sighed. "Can we get back to you on that tomorrow?"

"Of course," Tomoyo smiled. She quickly picked through her folders, pamphlets and magazines and made a neat pile on the table of some of them. Then she pushed them over to the couple, "Just go through these. I'll leave them with you for tonight." She paused and gave an apologetic smile. "Sorry, again, for pushing this on your guys so fast –"

"Are you kidding, Tomoyo?" Sakura asked, giving a small laugh. "We should be the ones apologizing! We're making you work this out so fast. It must be stressful on yo – "

"Oh hush," Tomoyo scoffed playfully. "Stressful? Yeah, right! I want to do this for you two! I have since you two met in fourth grade!"

Sakura paused a minute, then blushed softly as something dawned on her. "But, er, Tomoyo...We didn't start going out until we were older..."

"Yes," Tomoyo grinned, "and I always knew it'd end up like this." She watched both couples blush slightly, Sakura more than Syaoran of course, then continued with her plans. She took out a pile of floral pamphlets and spread them out onto the table. "And now, flowers..."

b.K.d

The next morning, Sakura woke up to loud banging on the door. At first, she refused to take notice to it. Sleeping in nothing but what God gave her, she rolled around in the sheets and snuggled up closer to Syaoran. While still in his deep slumber, he wrapped an arm around her and buried his face into her hair.

Sakura tried to go back to sleep, when the loud banging continued. She grimaced, feeling her blood boil. Who the hell would try and wake them this early on their day off?!

And then she heard it. The loud voice that could only be one person.

"Sakura! Answer this door, now!"

She felt Syaoran stiffen as her eyes shot open.

She heard Syaoran give a small, groggy moan, "Shiiiiiit."


Author's Note: OH MY GOD!! I can't thank you all enough!!! I'm close to a hundred reviews (currently have 95) on the prequel to this, which in my eyes is fucking amazing!! I am so happy! So thank you to everyone who has ever reviewed to this and/or 'His Fallen Angel'....I can't tell you how much it's meant to me!

Sorry for the week-late post...And sorry for the kinda-short chapter. I got stuck and decided just to leave it off here so that I could at least give you amazing people an update.

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XOX ... Riva

Next Chapter...: Uh-oh!! And in comes Toya Kinomoto. He knows about the wedding...but how will he take the baby news? And how will Sakura's father take it? Will it be all-out World War III?!?!