All It Takes Is a Boy and a Girl
Chapter Ten: Sweet Sacrifices.
A dream is like a silent wish. What we want our lives to be like. What we want our worlds to mirror. Nothing can change this, and nothing can smear your dreams.
"Mommy, Akira's being mean to mean!" a small child whined as she saw his mother. The child had shaggy blue locks that reached just past his neck. His eyes where large; the color of honey. A young woman with long, waist-length pink hair and large, bright honey colored eyes, turned around to look at her son.
"Ace! I thought you played with Miyu and not Akira." the woman questioned her son.
"But Miyu and Akira are with Daddy!" Ace whined, tugging his mothers long black skirt. The woman bent down to her young child's height and smiled.
"And you wanna be with Daddy?" she asked, tilting her head to the side slightly. The boy nodded vigorously. She laughed, and took the boys hand."Then let's go see Daddy." she said, leading the boy through the large mansion. She left the spacious kitchen and entered the large living room. There, the television was playing an anime and toys were scattered about the room. In the next room, a couch sat against the wall, holding two children, both entranced by their father's actions. The young man in the room was playing his violin. The sound was soft, sweet, and loving. His azure hair covered his closed eyes. He stood tall, back facing the children, as if he didn't know they where there, which he didn't.
"Akira, come here." the woman whispered to the oldest child. A girl with long, light purple hair and sapphire eyes looked at her mother. The girl was now five, and was an exact copy of her mother's personality. The other child, Miyu, had short pink hair and deep blue eyes. Miyu and Ace where twins, at the age of three.
"Yes, Mommy?" Akira asked. The woman smiled and gestured for her to look at her twin siblings.
"They look so happy, don't they? Your brother wants to be with Daddy. How about you help me in the kitchen to make some sweets for desert?" she suggested, reaching her hand out to the little girl.
"Okay." the girl said, taking her mother's hand and going into the kitchen again.
"Mommy, when are Grandma and Grandpa coming over?" the girl asked, helping her mother move ingredients around to the best convenience.
"They said at about six. So, about two hours. Plenty of time to finish making desert and dinner." she replied, starting to make the cake and parfait.
About an hour later, desert was finished, and cooling, with dinner was half finished. The woman and daughter where laughing at the mess they made.
"Let's hurry and clean this mess up. Your Aunt should be here soon." She said, helping the child wipe up the counter and wash the dishes. After fifteen minutes of washing, laughing, and loud clanking, the kitchen was clean once again.
"Go get everybody else, and change. I'm gonna finish dinner." she said, ushering the child out of the kitchen. When she returned to the stove, a man entered the kitchen quietly. Children quickly cleaned up their mess in the living room, and ran to change into clean clothes. He walked up to her and hugged her waist. She looked up for a second; then smiled.
"This would have freaked me out seven years ago." she said, continuing to cook at the stove.
"Seven years ago, you where only fifteen." he pointed out to her. She shrugged and sighed.
"My dad is gonna kill me when we tell him I'm pregnant. Again." she said, shaking her head.
"No. He's gonna kill me. Besides, my dad won't be too happy, either." he said, laughing at her.
"Ikuto, we can't dance around the truth any longer. Both our parents will kill us. Besides, can we even handle another?" she asked, looking behind her at the living room, where three children sat on the couch, watching their anime, laughing and play fighting with each other.
"Well, Amu, if we try hard enough, we can. We've done this twice, the second time we had two. I think we can handle a fourth." Ikuto said, moving away and sitting at a chair that stood next to a small table. Amu laughed, and sighed.
"We can, I know that. But, them? Akira looks like she's gonna go insane if when she learns she has to share you with more kids." she said, turning to face him and leaning on the counter next to the stove.
"Well, she's five. What can you expect from her? Besides, hasn't Ace been bothering us for a little sibling, anyways?" Ikuto asked, looking at his son from his seat.
"Yeah, he has. But that doesn't mean anything, you know." Amu pointed out.
"Well, there's no turning back now. Besides, you're an adult now. You can do whatever you want." Ikuto stated. Amu nodded, and turned to finish dinner.
"Damn. Everybody's gonna be here soon." Amu cursed silently. Akira wondered into the kitchen and looked at her mother.
"Mommy, you go change. Daddy and me will finish dinner. Right, Daddy?" Akira said, looking at her father. Ikuto sighed, then nodded. He stood, and lifted Akira up.
"Go change. Your shirt is covered with cake batter." Ikuto said. Amu kissed him on the cheek before hurrying up the stairs to their room. The room was painted off-white, with only a few things in it- a king sized bed, two nightstands, a plasma TV, their dresser, a bookshelf, and two chairs. They had a walk-in closet and a large bathroom.
Amu changed out of her long black skirt and loose black blouse, into a red and black tank top, a pair of loose black jeans, and a thin black jacket. She put her long hair in a low ponytail after washing her face. She sighed, and walked back down the stairs. Miyu exited one of the room, quickly shutting the door. She looked at Amu.
"Hi, Mommy." she said. Amu shot her a confused look, pushing open the bedroom door. Inside, the bedroom was a disaster. All the toys covered the floor. Miyu's dolls where tossed around, all over the place. The bed sheets where haphazard. Clothes lay about on the ground, covering more toys and dolls. This was only Miyu's half of the room. On Ace's half, more toys and clothes where there. His mattress wasn't even in the right place.
"Miyu, what happened?" Amu asked, half scared to find out.
"Well, I was looking for my clean dress, and Ace was looking for his nice shoes…" she said in her cute little baby voice. Amu picked up her three year old, and smiled.
"I'll help the two of you clean later." she said, walking downstairs with the child in her arms. She set Miyu down next to Ace on the large white couch. She entered the kitchen to see Ikuto cleaning Akira's face.
"What happened?" Amu asked, slight déjà vu striking her. Ikuto looked over at her, then pointed to the soapy mess on the floor and counter. Akira's face, hair, and dress was soaked and bubbly. Her eyes were red, and tears stung her eyes.
"Mommy!" she whimpered, running to Amu, and hugging her legs tightly. Ikuto looked helpless. Amu bent down to the five year olds height.
"Aki, sweetie, let's go wash you up," Amu said sweetly to the child. Akira nodded and continues to cry. "Ikuto, you can, um, call Kana to help you with dinner." she smiled at him, and he nodded. Amu lead the crying child upstairs, and into her bedroom.
"Honey, are you okay?" Amu asked, sitting her down on the large mattress. Akira nodded weakly, and mumbled something. Amu smiled at her before getting a clean washcloth from the bathroom. The dampened washcloth cleaned the stinging soap from little Akira's eyes. Amu slipped out to get her daughter a new dress for the night. When Amu returned to the master bedroom, Akira was in the bathroom, washing her face in the sink. Amu smiled and helped her daughter dry her face and take off the outfit she wore. She helped her pull on a small black dress that puffed out just the right amount in dark red and green colors.
"Mommy, am I going to get in trouble for messing up the kitchen?" Akira asked, right as the doorbell rang. Amu shook her head, and walked her daughter out of the room. When they reached the end of the stairs-
When I opened my eyes, I saw Ikuto, my baby, and my mother. I smiled. Then I saw the second child in my mother's arms.
"Mom…?" I asked her. She smiled at me.
"Twins. A boy and girl." mom answered me quietly.
"What do you want to name them?" Ikuto asked me. I looked at him and smiled slightly.
"Miyu for the girl. And….. Ace for the boy." I replied. Ikuto smiled at me and nodded. Mom handed me the baby in the pink blanket- my Miyu.
"It didn't work out…" I whispered. Ikuto raised his eyebrows at the statement. I just shook my head. Miyu had light pink hair, and Ace had dark blue. Just like from my dream. Now, there was the fact that I need my Akira. The planned child we where to have. But, instead, the twins came first. A sweet sacrifice. A few more years before I can have my Akira, then a few years later, the new baby I want.
"Dreams may be just our subconscious wishes, but they sometimes come true if you have faith in it." Mom said. I looked at her, startled. She just smiled knowingly.
I smiled and sighed. Everything was perfect. Jayne was gone. I was with my babies and husband. Nothing was going wrong.
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