Chapter Ten:
Amu shoved her ex away and swiped her lips with her sleeve. "I'm leaving," she huffed, picking up her coat. "If you need anything, I'll be across the hallway."
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His lips were really warm, Amu thought as she crawled under the covers. No! What are you thinking, Amu?! Snap out of it!
Amu shook her head back and forth and buried her face in the pillow. Her fingers lingered over her lips as she slowly dazed off.
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Knock.
Knock.
Amu struggled to get up in response to the knocking at her door. "Hello?" she groggily croaked, opening the door.
Ikuto stood there, dress shirt wrinkled and silky hair tussled to the side. "I just came to say thank you for bringing me to my room last night," he huskily croaked. "I don't remember much… but I wanted to thank you…"
"You don't remember..?" Amu felt a lump in her throat.
"Hm..?" Ikuto squinted, looking extremely confused.
"Forget it," Amu bit her lip. "You're welcome." She slammed the door.
Scratching his head, Ikuto turned back, stepped back into his room.
How could he forget?! Amu demanded to herself. What the hell, of course he forgot. He didn't mean it. That's why he forgot. He can't still have feelings for me… Not when he has a ton of other options around him.
"Mommy?" Risa muttered.
"Yes, honey?"
"Are we going to America today?" Risa smiled.
"Yes, we are, sweetheart," Amu said, pulling out an outfit for Risa. It was a beige trench coat with a flowy, white blouse underneath. Paired with jeggings and toddler combat boots, Risa was ready to go.
"Did you forget anything?" Amu asked. "We don't want to leave anything here.
"Nope!" Risa retorted, gathering her things and placing them in the carrier. "I've checked all my things off my list!"
Amu laughed. "You sure are organized."
"I think I get it from my dad," Risa joked.
The pinkette froze. Ikuto was extremely organized while she would have her things all over the place. He was never late to a single date while they were dating and would remember precise anniversaries.
Amu felt a sudden sense of longing, her heart throbbing. Gathering herself together, "Of course, Risa," she maintained. "Let's get going now."
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In Ikuto's car…
Risa was fast asleep on her mother's lap, slightly snoring. "She snores like you," Amu whispered, not expecting to be heard.
"What..?" Ikuto asked.
"N-nothing," Amu stuttered, her face flushed.
"Why won't you tell me anything…?" Ikuto whimpered, hurt displayed on his face.
"I don't know," Amu stated, her voice cold. "Why do you have a sudden interest?"
Ikuto gripped his steering wheel tighter. "I think Risa is an important person in my life," he gritted his teeth. "I feel like I'm missing something big and that I've made a big mistake."
"You sure got that right," Amu muttered underneath her breath.
"My point is," Ikuto declaimed, "is that I can't do anything about my mistakes if I don't have the information to do so!"
"What's wrong with you?!" Amu hushed. "You're going to wake up your daughter…!"
Ikuto stopped the car and pulled over. "What did you just say?"