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"…Tsukiyomi, take this woman to be your wife?"

"…"

"Tsukiyomi?"

"…"

"Tsukiyomi?"

"…no. I don't like you."

The blonde haired girl burst into tears, wailing, "Wah, he doesn't love me!" She rubbed her eyes and ran away, leaving behind a baffled blue haired male.

He had a confused expression on his face as his father approached him, laughing as he clapped his son on the shoulder. His mother sighed, rolling her eyes.

"Ryo, why did you make your cousin cry like that?" Tsukiyomi Amu asked, running her hand through her pink hair as she watched the blonde haired girl get comforted by her mother, Souma Utau.

"She asked if I wanted to marry her," replied the ten year old male as his younger sister clung to his leg, her violet hair falling over her sapphire eyes. "Oy, Rosalyn, let go of my leg."

"No, if I let you go, El will come and ask you to marry her again," replied the eight year old stubbornly, sticking her lower lip out. "And you're my brother, always watching me and protecting me, so I'll protect you from her."

"See, some of my amazing qualities did rub off on her," remarked Tsukiyomi Ikuto, holding his wife by the waist. Since he was taller than her, he rested his chin on the top of her head. He didn't have to look to know she was rolling her eyes again.

"I was really hoping that she would be unlike you," replied Amu as their friends approached them, having also picked up their children from the elementary school. She was so relieved that they had kept in touch and didn't let the ugly past ruin their friendships. In fact, all of their children were friends.

Tsukiyomi Ryo, son of Amu and Ikuto, was in the fifth grade. He had inherited his father's blue hair and sapphire eyes, along with his violin skills and cool personality. His younger sister, Rosalyn, was in the third grade and had a mix of both pink and blue hair so that it appeared violet. She also inherited her father's eyes and while she didn't get her father's violin skills, she was learning piano and was naturally a beautiful singer like her mother. Their youngest siblings were the fraternal twins, Akira and Ichigo, who were three. Akira inherited her mother's pink hair and her father's sapphire eyes while Ichigo got his father's hair and his mother's eyes.

Souma El, daughter of Utau and Kukai, was ten and in the fifth grade. She had gotten her mother's blonde hair and complex issues (constantly chasing after her cousin, Ryo, much to his annoyance and parents' amusement) but had inherited her father's lime green eyes. She was hopeless at sports and singing, unlike both her parents, but her spirit was what made her a great cheerleader. Her twin sister, Il, had blonde hair as well but she had blood red eyes and she was better known for playing tricks (specifically on her twin). She was decent at sports, but preferred not to play. She had not developed any complex issues, unlike her sister.

Souma Suki, daughter of Daichi and Ran, was six and in the first grade. She had her father's bright green hair but her mother's pink orbs, often referring to herself as the 'Exploding Watermelon' because of her energetic personality and her looks. She had gotten her love of her sports from both of her parents and played on several sports teams, including cheerleading. She planned to be head cheerleader in high school.

Tsukiyomi Haru, son of Yoru and Miki, was eleven and in the sixth grade. He had inherited his father's looks but took after his mother in personality and talent, meaning he was a skilled artist. His younger sister, Cecilia (often called Cece by the younger ones), took her looks from her mother but definitely had her father's personality, meaning she enjoyed playing tricks on people and lightening a conversation.

Fujisaki Kiki, daughter of Rhythm and Dia, was nine and in the fourth grade. She inherited her mother's vibrant orange hair but her father's amethyst eyes. She also inherited her parents' dancing and singing talent, along with their confident but laid personalities. She was very sweet and optimistic.

Fujisaki Mako, son of Nagi and Rima, was ten and in the fifth grade. He had his father's purple hair but his mother's golden eyes. He had taken the family tradition of being raised as a girl, which only his family and close friends (meaning the Tsukiyomis) knew about, and he had taken the name 'Makia' for his ruse. His younger sister, Samira, who was seven and in the second grade, often liked to make fun of him for his 'cross dressing'. This made their mother, whom she had gotten her looks from, extremely amused and their father simply called her a replica of her mother.

Hinamori Nika, adopted daughter of single mother Ami, was two years old. She had jet black hair and emerald green eyes. She was adored by everyone, making some of the younger kids just a bit jealous.

Sanjo Musashi, son of Kairi and Yaya, was twelve and in the seventh grade. He took his father's looks and serious personality, but he often became flustered around girls. This trait was often noted by his younger sister, Pepe, who had gotten her mother's looks. She was nine and in the fourth grade, but often acted as if she was younger because she wanted to remain the baby of the family…something she had also inherited from her mother.

Speaking of mothers, Utau looked distressed as she tried to comfort her daughter. "Oh, come on, there has to be other boys you like, El…"

"No, as the Angel of Love, my bars of love are the highest when I'm with Ryo so that means that it is meant to be," exclaimed the blonde haired girl, still crying loudly. Her father looked highly amused while her twin slowly inched away, as if she was embarrassed to be seen with her.

"Come on, Utau," started Yoru, grinning. "She's just as stubborn as you were with Ikuto, all those years ago." His cousin glared at him.

"You're so not helping," she snapped before turning to her husband. "Come on, let's just go home." Kukai tried not to laugh at his frustrated wife, and failing miserably, as Il challenged her sister to a race to the car. El was not athletic but she was still competitive like her parents so it was no surprise when she automatically stopped crying and announced she wouldn't lose, already running to the parking lot with her sister hot on her heels.

"See you guys, later," Kukai called to his friends, waving before he followed his wife and daughters.

Daichi waved to his cousin before turning to Ran, who was cheering their daughter as she did tricks on the monkey bars. "Hey, let's go or we'll miss the soccer game tonight." His daughter gasped as she held onto the bar, staring at her father with wide eyes.

"The game's tonight?" She exclaimed, grinning when he nodded. "Alright; let's go, go, go!" Suki swung off the bars, landing perfectly on her feet, and ran towards her parents.

"Bye guys," shouted Ran before her family dashed to the car, not wanting to miss one second of the game.

Kairi pushed up his glasses, watching his two children chase each other around on the playground. "Come on you two; we have to make it on time for your doctor appointments."

"Aw, but Daddy," started Pepe, quivering her lower lip as if she was going to burst into tears. Her brother simply tugged on her hand, pulling her to the car.

"Don't cry, Pepe-chan," assured Yaya as she fixed their coats. "The doctor always gives out lollipops to his good and healthy patients." Her daughter instantly cheered up and she grinned as she waved to her friends before leaping into the car. Kairi shook his head, kissing his wife quickly on the cheek, before he slipped into the driver's seat.

"Don't miss us too much," called Yaya jokingly to her friends before the car pulled away.

"Mama, Mama," exclaimed Kiki, making her way towards her parents on her skateboard. "Look at this cool trick I learned today!" She swerved towards a park bench and kicked once before jumping off the skateboard, which rolled under the bench undisturbed, while she did a summersault over the bench before landing perfectly back on the board. She ignored her mother's slight look of panic, high fiving her dad. "Cool, huh? I also got into the school musical!"

"That's great, Kiki," replied Dia, smiling brightly at her daughter. "Just…next time you do something like that, at least wear a helmet, okay?"

"Okay," agreed the fourth grader as her father ruffled her hair affectionately. "Hey, Papa!"

"Come on, you, we have to get to your dance recital," said Rhythm before he looked up at his cousin. "Hey, hurry up or you'll be late! Temari said she was even going to skip her tea time to come!"

"Don't worry; we'll be there," assured Nagihiko, earning a nod from his cousin as his family got into their car.

"Good luck tonight, Makia-chan," called out Kiki, winking playfully at her cousin who simply smiled. Then she was gone.

Nagi turned to his wife, who wore an amused expression. "Hm, something the matter?"

"I just find it hard to believe I agreed to let my son cross dress," replied Rima, keeping her voice quiet enough to not let anyone but him hear. "Come on…Makia." She smirked at her son's pained expression.

"It sounds worse coming from my own mother," he murmured, waving to his best friend, Ryo, as he climbed into their family car. "How long do I have to put up with all of this? I mean, I can't pull it off forever."

"I think after you graduate this year and start middle school, you can start being a boy again," replied Nagi, ruffling his son's hair. "Bye, Amu, Ikuto." Rima smiled at her best friend before she finished helping Samira into the car, climbing in.

"I guess that just leaves us," remarked Miki, sighing. Her husband grinned as he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her in close. "It's your turn to cook tonight, you know."

"You're so cold, even after all this time," stated Yoru, kissing her cheek. "But you're still really feisty, so there's always that." She rolled her eyes, though her cheeks turned the slightest bit pink. "Hey, come on, Haru, Cecilia! We gotta get home soon or it'll be your mother cooking tonight!" Now, Miki was talented at anything art related…but cooking had always been Su's thing, not hers. She burned popcorn, and if there was a way to burn water, she would manage to do it.

"Your cooking can't be as bad as Ikuto's," assured Amu, placing a hand on her friend's shoulder with a serious expression. Miki chuckled, mostly from the expression the violinist gave his wife.

"I can make a mean tuna salad," he said defensively, making his own children laugh. Ryo smirked.

"Dad, unless it involves fish or chocolate, you can't do anything but stand and look nice in the kitchen," he remarked. His cousins and sister giggled, and even the twins in their stroller giggled.

"My own children are against me," grumbled Ikuto, and his wife laughed as she kissed his cheek. "Are you coming over tonight?" This was directed at his cousin, whose family often visited.

Yoru shook his head. "Nah, we're going to relax tonight." He then spotted the monkey bars. "Speaking of which…" Before he could run off and let his inner child out, his wife grabbed him by the back of the shirt and began to walk down the street since they only lived a few blocks away from the school. "Aw…"

Miki shook her head. "Come on, Haru, Cecilia."

"Coming, Mama," called her children, saying quick goodbyes to their cousins along with their aunt and uncle (while not directly cousins, they were still close enough to call them that) before chasing after their parents.

Amu sighed as she noted how the sun was setting. "Come on; we have to get home too or you'll be having an extremely late dinner." Her children made no move to get up from their comfortable positions on the ground and she sighed again, turning. "Fine, whatever, your dad can make dinner and I'll just go tell Utau she can come over with the kids so that the 'wedding' can be finished." Ryo's face drained of color as he scurried across the street towards their car, completely missing his parents exchange amused looks. Rosalyn pouted, crossing her arms as she followed her brother.

"Just wait until I'm a big girl and I can actually hit that El," she muttered. "That'll show her for thinking I can't protect Ryo from annoying pests."

"Are you sure she doesn't have an obsessive brother complex?" Ikuto questioned, his daughter's behavior resembling his sister's. "I mean, she is rather protective of him…"

"Oh, Ikuto, you're being silly," replied Amu, laughing as she pushed the stroller across the street. "It's normal for siblings to be protective of each other. Just because she goes a bit overboard about it doesn't mean that she necessarily has a brother complex like Utau did."

Her husband didn't look completely convinced but dropped the matter. "That was a sneaky thing you did, threatening to call El over." He knew his son did not feel any kind of attraction for the blonde haired girl and avoided her as best as he could, which wasn't that hard since Rosalyn acted as a personal bodyguard most of the time. "You even took my trademark smirk as you said that."

The pink haired woman rolled her eyes, chuckling. "Well, if I lost my temper and ordered him to do something, he would just laugh and do the opposite to piss me off…which just proves that he's a miniature you."

"Hm, well if that's the case…I don't blame those girls for chasing after him," remarked Ikuto, smirking. "I was pretty damn irresistible." Amu gave him a look as he unlocked the car, opening the door and lifting Akira out of the stroller. She did the same with Ichigo, strapping the twins in.

"You were something, alright," she muttered, double checking to make sure that the safety belt was secured tightly. "Ryo, make sure your sister put on her seatbelt right."

"I'm a big girl; I can do it," came the girl's protests, followed by a slapping sound to indicate she had refused her brother's help and slapped his hand away. "Hey, quit it!"

"And there they go," said the couple unanimously. Rosalyn was the perfect bodyguard and sister for her brother…until her competition for Ryo's attention was gone, and then they acted like normal siblings. Needless to say, they argued quite often.

And yet…it wouldn't be the same if they didn't.

Amu smiled as she stared out the window, not paying much attention to the scenery as she got lost in thought. She couldn't believe how blessed she was, having such amazing friends and family to support her every move, and several nephews and nieces (they were all one, big family after all) who she loved, along with her own beautiful children that were part of her life because of their charming father. The said father was also a pain in the ass, but their marriage would be a lie if she didn't admit that he was annoying as well as sweet.

Their life wasn't perfect, sometimes having little blimps that got in their way, but Amu was grateful for what she had. She wasn't going to let her loved ones pass right by like she had done in the past, and she wasn't going to let herself go down any dark roads again.

The pink haired woman was jarred from her thoughts when her husband bit her ear, effectively getting her attention as she jumped and hit her head on the car ceiling. She groaned, rubbing her head as she glared at the blue haired man who looked at her innocently. How he managed that with that damn annoying smirk of his was a mystery to her.

"What the hell was that for?" She exclaimed, looking irritated. Ikuto gestured out her window.

"I don't know if you've noticed, but we've arrived at our lovely home," he said, his smirk growing when she blushed. "In fact, we arrived five minutes ago and you're still sitting here while our poor children are inside the house already and are dying of starvation…not to mention, your poor husband."

"Oh," was all Amu said, embarrassed by getting caught spacing out. "That's still not a good reason to why you bit me!" Her husband leaned closer, his breath hot on her skin, and she shuddered as he began to rub her leg affectionately.

"Well, it's still the best way to get your attention," he replied huskily and she shuddered, moaning softly when he began to plant small kisses on her neck. "Besides, it's not any fun doing things like this when you're too spaced out to enjoy it…though you could enjoy a lot more later on." His suggestive tone snapped his wife out of her trance and she blushed brightly, hasty to unbuckle her seatbelt and leap out of the car before they could start doing inappropriate things. It was because of his tactics that they had as many children as they did.

"Y-You're such a pervert," exclaimed Amu, practically running inside the house to start making dinner…and to stop herself from jumping her alluring husband. The said husband smirked as he also got out of the car, grabbing the purse she had left behind, and locking the vehicle before following his beautifully charming wife.

It wasn't until very late in the night when they were in bed, having just put the kids to sleep, did he snuggle up to her chest and whisper, "I may be a pervert, but I'm your pervert."

Amu simply sighed, running her fingers through his silky blue locks absently as she smiled at him. "Yes, and I wouldn't have it any other way." He titled his head up and kissed her before closing his eyes, holding his wife close as they slowly drifted to sleep.

While everybody had a nasty part of their past that they didn't talk about, Amu would have to admit that she didn't necessarily regret hers. There were things she regretted, such as Su's death and running away which made her beloved ones fall into depression, but there were also things from that that she didn't mind since it resulted in positive outcomes. She wouldn't have become such good friends with Miki and the others, or realized how much she treasured even the people who didn't like her (such as Utau, who had become one of her best friends).

And she especially didn't regret marrying Ikuto or having her beautiful children that she loved so much. She didn't regret destroying her facades or letting her true self shine for the first time.

For the first time in a long time, Amu was truly happy and couldn't be better. She didn't think it at the time, thinking life was against her, but she was truly grateful for Fate's cruel decision to throw her out of the plane if it meant this was her happily ever after.

Said happily ever after was shattered when the twins began to cry loudly at three in the morning, making their parents groan and argue about whose turn it was.

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I don't own Shugo Chara!

So…yeah. This is the final chapter for Fate's Cruel Decision, sadly enough. I think this has become of my favorite stories to have written, especially since it was Amuto and included all of my favorite genres…humor, romance, a bit of drama and tragedy, some suspense…

Anyways, yes, I did reuse the name 'Rosalyn'. I figured that Amu was the kind of person who would name her child after somebody that had been lost to remember them. Su wasn't used as a name for any of the kids because she had her sisters to carry her memory on. Maybe Rosalyn didn't have anybody to remember her, and since Amu and Ikuto's daughter looked similar to her, I figured 'why not'?

Speaking of children, I didn't want to go too much into them since this story is centered around Ikuto and Amu, but I hope I didn't leave out a lot. I hope that the portion was enough…

Also, in the beginning when I say the line "Tsukiyomi, take this woman to be your wife?", I intentionally wrote it like that so please don't say that it doesn't make sense. If you pay attention in weddings, the priest typically asks something like, "Do you, Bobby NoName, take Sally Somebody as your wife?". I wanted to keep their names a surprise so the wording is a bit different, though the Japanese name wording kind of threw it off...

Rambling again…I really did have a lot of fun writing this story, and I'm really grateful for the reviews that you guys left. It means a lot to me, really.

I know I should focus on my other story, Seamstress and the Prince, but I sort of lost interest in it. I will eventually finish it, but just not at the moment, so I apologize if you read that story and are waiting for the next chapter. And before anyone asks, no, I will not be putting it up for adoption. I don't believe in adopting stories all that much because I want my original ideas to be finished with my name. I adopted only one other story, and I discontinued that.

Anyways, I already have an idea for a new story that I may or may not publish. It's basically about what would happen if Ami was the Joker of the Guardians instead of Amu. Almost everything is the same, including Utau hating Amu initially and Amu having four Charas while possessing the Humpty Lock (I had to keep that or the whole "lock to my key" relationship with Ikuto wouldn't work), but some of their ages are different and relationships are different as well. I've already named it The Forgotten Joker.

Still not sure if I want to publish that…but if I find enough inspiration to actually have a story, I will upload it…I also have some new oneshots as a work in progress so look out for those...

Ugh, why can't I just shut up? No wonder my friend likes to put duct tape over my mouth…

As usual, don't hesitate to tell me about any mistakes or what you honestly thought about anything in this story. I'll see you guys on the web! Cheesy goodbye, but hey…