AN: I know it's late. I was supposed to update on Valentine's day, which was such a beautiful day. I was shopping at the local market and the cashier clerk asked my bagger boy (who was probably no older than fourteen) who his Valentine was. You know what he said? "My mom." Ah! Soo cute the cashier clerk and I cooed at the same time. If anyone asked me I'm going to say my daddy from now on. Hey, there's absolutely nothing wrong with your mother being your valentine. In fact, I find that much more masculine than saying your girlfriend. However, if you're married that's a different story. The wife goes before the mother. :P I also find it funny when people wish me a happy Valentine's Day. I mean, what do we REALLY celebrate on Valentine's Day that we don't celebrate on birthdays and anniversaries? I don't think I'd be mad if someone forgot to give me my annual carnation on the fourteenth of this month. Bad MistyWing. Cold MistyWing. You are not loved because you are you, MistyWing. Well... With that said... Happy Valentine's Day. And you're welcomed.

The Dance

He was a gentleman that night. That meant it was the night he would get a woman to be the mother of his children. Sakura was hanging on the last thread of her common sense. She just wanted to marry someone she loved and since Syaoran had been the one all along she was ready to commit herself. Too bad, this was all to be short lived since he did not have any feelings for her, except for pity.

The fire of the candle lights cast flickering shadows around them. The murmur of conversation weaved into their light meal.

"Nothing big and fancy. And I'm not doing any wedding plans."

"Does that mean you're marrying me without me proposing properly?" Syaoran asked with the quirk of his brow.

"You never do things by the book."

"You're right. It would be too boring if there aren't men like me in this world who like to shake things up. And you know me; I like to shake things up. I have plans of scoring points my own way."

Sakura rolled her eyes. "You're full of it. Nope—you're—ough, just forget it!"

Syaoran placed a red rose in front of her. She had been expecting a ring. She even took extra care when she was fishing through her soup and tearing apart her filet. No ring. He really was doing it his way.

"Men are like roses; tempting. Beautiful at first, but if you're not careful, one touch can really hurt."

"That's a very good analogy of someone like you."

"Sakura, I'm being serious." He took her hand in his palm. "Men are jerks."

Sakura threw back her shoulders. "You calling yourself a jerk?"

"More or less… An idiot. Almost as dumb as Akira."

Sakura frowned. "Not there, yet."

"Not there, yet," he echoed.

"What are you getting at?" Sakura managed to muster through the confusing conversation.

"In time, I hope you can see how wonderful and perfect I can be. Men aren't all like Akira. I can prove it to you."

"If you're going to propose then propose! Stop jerking me around—Excuse me!" Sakura got up to run to the lady's room. Why did he have to keep bringing up Akira at a time like this?

Syaoran was instantly at her side, seizing her by her slim wrist. "No, Sakura," he murmured in her ear. "Marriage is forever and ever. Do you understand? It's not something to be taken lightly."

Sakura hiccupped.

He chuckled as he smoothed the back of her head. "If something does not work out we wait to work things out. With me it's forever. You're going to be with me forever because I don't believe in divorces and separation. It's forever and ever."

Sakura squeezed the sleeve of his shirt. "You think I don't know what you want?"

"I think you know that I plan to spend the rest of my life with the person I marry." The ruby on the wedding ring gleamed in front of her dewy eyes.

"Are you actually going to be decent for the rest of the night?" She asked with a snort. The tears fell and her heart ached for him to give her his promise.

"I'll try."

The lights dimmed and the melody of a distant memory played. The melody was familiar, something one might hear at a wedding. It was called Calling Spring; a song that bonded the earth and the sky, the darkness and light, or the sad and happy. It was a song she would have had played at her wedding, but she had not thought of it beforehand. Syaoran tenderly pulled her toward him. He wrapped her up and led her across the dance floor.

"How do I score tonight?"

"Seven out of ten."

"I am getting better!" He laughed as he gathered her closer. Next thing she knew, she was no longer gliding, but actually flying. She knew the consequences of falling too deep, yet nothing was going to draw her away from him. He had the determination to dominate and she had the confidence of a girl in love. It was quite the deadly combination for pain.

He cupped her face in his hands and caressed her lips with his, gently and yearningly. When they parted he handed the ring to her. "I will put it on in the ceremony, but you're going to put this on yourself right now if you're going to accept me." He held it up to her by the sides of the band, waiting patiently. She blinked, wondering; Syaoran practically saw the cogs and wheels rolling inside her mind. Slowly she slipped her finger into the band without a word and took his open palm in her left hand. Silently nodding, she led him to the car, so he could take her home to their kids.