Sakura put Sayomi in play clothes before they left the pent house. Sakura was dressed in a grey silk dress and Syaoran was in his full business suit. Tomorrow she would make him wear the outfit she bought him. She had no idea why she was so excited about this, but truthfully she had never seen him out of suits.

"Your glowing happily, what are you thinking about?"

She gave him a mischievous smile. "Oh I was thinking about tomorrow."

He looked apprehensive, "I'm not going to like this am I?"

"It's a possibility." She giggled and glanced out the car window, as Syaoran drove one of his many cars down the street.

Syaoran had put a DVD player behind Sakura's seat so that way Sayomi could watch a movie while in the car. Sakura glanced back a couple times just to make sure everything was alright. Syaoran smiled at her from across the car.

"Only two weeks now"

"NANI!!!!!"

"You don't pay attention to time, it's a Saturday today and in two weeks we will be married."

He looked much to thrilled with himself, she decided. She wasn't even going to do the bull shit routine by saying, 'We'll see' She knew that she was marrying him whether she caused an argument or not. She promised herself that she would make the relationship good in order to insure Sayomi's happiness. She would try to put the past behind her. Hard feelings weren't going to help her at all. She promised herself to try.

Fanren's house came into view as they pulled up beside it. There were two kids in the yard playing. Sakura stepped out and looked around her. "This seems like a nice neighborhood for a family." Syaoran made a mental note. He liked being near his sister and this was a nice neighborhood, but he didn't want his family to close.

His niece and nephew were chasing each other around. They stopped when they spotted him. "UNCLE SYAORAN!!!!!!" The kids came running at him. Sayomi clung to her mothers pant leg in shyness. "Hey you two you are scaring your cousin." Syaoran gathered the two into a hug and went inside.

Sakura took Sayomi's hand and followed him. After a few introductions Sayomi and her cousins were playing together like old friends.

Sakura left shortly after getting the children acquainted. Syaoran wrapped an arm around her and ushered her out the door. They made it out onto the steps where Syaoran quickly kissed her lips and allowed her to get into the car. She was blushing like a school girl. She acted as if this was the first time she had ever been alone with him, which we all know isn't the case.

They arrived at the restaurant no worse for wear. Sakura was acting weird. Usually she argued with him, now she was starting to act like the Sakura he remembered. She acted sweet and quiet but with a hint of innocence. Her anger seemed to be less flammable.

He handed the valet the keys as he opened the door for Sakura. Entering the restaurant with a swish of skirts, she caught everyone's attention with Syaoran's arm around her. Every woman wanted him but she felt safe in the knowledge that only she would have him. She smiled brightly feeling a bit conceited.

"You're different today." This was all he said.

She smiled brightly as the maitre d' ushered them to a table. A lot of cameras were there as expected after the reporters overheard her conversation with him earlier in the day.

"Why exactly did you choose three weeks to get married?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't see why 1 week or three would matter much."

"I didn't know that it made a difference." He was clearly startled. "Are you on something?" He was disturbed by her behavior.

She sighed, "No Syaoran I thought that life would be much easier if we buried the hatchet, besides my grudge with you doesn't help my acting ability. I want us to at least be friends I mean I have to spend the rest of my time with you until all our children turn 18." She looked at the menu.

"You are much too agreeable all of the sudden, I blame it on your superior acting skills. Did you want me to move the wedding up?" He knew this would get a rise out of her.

"What's the difference between 3 weeks or 2, or 6? Name the time and the place and I will show up but I tell you, I still have no interest in the planning." She shifted through the menu choices, but nothing seemed to tantalize her.

He stared at her. "Do you think we should take a trip after the wedding?" He was letting her week comment slide. He couldn't move the wedding up or the planning wouldn't be complete.

The waiter came to take their orders and went away again.

"Unless you are taking Sayomi, there will be no trip."

"But the trip is for the two of us, not for Sayomi, it's a time to be alone together."

"I hate to say this but she's four and would be devastated if her parents went off and left her. You didn't notice but she wasn't too happy to be alone with strange people."

"She needs to get used to others, otherwise our relationship might suffer from not pursuing our own interests as a couple."

"I stand by what I said, unless you want her to be with Touya for a while I will except no other condition."

"Why him?"

"He has been a second father to Sayomi since she was born; he is a person she feels comfortable with, besides he is coming to this wedding to walk me down the aisle."

Her reasoning seemed clear, but he wasn't entirely over his bad feelings toward the man. He wanted to be able to get Sakura to fall in love with him again. He couldn't do that as soon if her attention was devoted to Sayomi.

"I suppose she could stay with him. We really need to get things sorted out so why don't you pick a place you would like to visit?"

"You want me to make the arrangements?"

"That is what I said."

"I have always wanted to go to St. Lucia."

"Ok then you call the travel agent about it tomorrow."

The food appeared, and they ate in silence. He was stewing over the oddness of everything, he felt like he was still missing part of the puzzle. Where the hell is St. Lucia anyways?

They finished their dinner but before the waiter could take down their order for dessert, Syaoran escorted Sakura on the dance floor. A violin was doing a solo. The tune was haunting. She looked surprised but kept silent. Syaoran would never have danced with her four years ago. "You'll notice I learned a lot of things in our years a part." He said this and spun her away from him. She laughed gaily enjoying the dance. The camera's flashed merrily but for once Sakura didn't take any notice she was lost in Syaoran's eyes. He spun her back into him and kissed her hungrily. He broke away and stepped back getting back into step. Sakura looked like she was drugged. "Please don't look at me like that. Christ, if I could I would take you to the terrace or the bathroom like the olden days but I have to be a bit more respectable now." He sighed and looked pained. She laughed at him even though she regretfully wanted him as well.

"Stop laughing you little minx."

"Haven't you learned that I love a good laugh at your expense?"

He didn't reply but ushered her back to the table. He waved the waiter off to get the check. He cupped her cheek across the table. "I sucked at acting all my life, at least this is something I can't fake." He claimed her mouth while it was open, causing her to instantly heat. If she wasn't conscious of the public display she probably would have pulled him across the table. Her hand had a will of its own, it founding its way into his hair. It felt like silk. She may an intense little cry in the back of her throat. He backed away breathing heavily. They both stood as the waiter approached Syaoran quickly signed the slip never taking his eyes off Sakura.

Oh no I have unleashed the beast Sakura thought. Syaoran was constantly touching her everywhere on their way out when they bumped into Kimi Katona. Syaoran didn't even spare the person they bumped into a glance he was too busy trying to get Sakura home. Kimi grabbed Sakura's arm which caused him to look at her. "Charming interview bitch but I am not jealous of you, I can have Syaoran anytime I want. Do you honestly think a few dinners and a ring mean anything to him?" Syaoran looked at her like she had four heads.

Sakura started to laugh and walked passed her. Kimi became incensed and swung at her. She ducked and caught her arm painfully. Kimi startled howling. "No little girl takes a cheap swing at a Kinomoto. If I didn't have class, like you, I would take your ass out to the parking lot and trample it." Sakura let go of her with a little shove. She smiled up at Syaoran. "I believe we were leaving."

His eyes lit like a flame. He looked at Kimi with pure disgust. He gently steered Sakura out the door. A shop on the corner caught her eye. "Get the car and meet me over there." She pointed it out and he nodded.

He couldn't believe that slut Kimi had had the brass to come up to him and Sakura after she had received a restraining order. He would report it in the morning no doubt the paper would give him all the proof he would need.

Sakura browsed the shop when she spotted the shirt she had seen, she knew this would cause a stir. The fad started in America with such sayings as "Mrs. Timberlake" she picked up a tight shirt that said boldly in black in white "Syaoran's Girl". She would wear it out for sure. This would just piss off Kimi. Technically Kimi could buy one as well but it was true for Sakura in a way it would never be for anyone else. She smiled to herself. Yes, tonight had definitely been a dinner and a show.