Disclaimer: I don't own CCS or the Shopaholic series.

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Summary: (sequel to In the Shoes of a Shopaholic) Shopaholic Sakura is back! And this time, she's armed with a gorgeous diamond ring… because Syaoran proposed to her! Sakura is thrilled – so many choices, from Chanel to Vera Wang… But soon, her marital bliss is overshadowed by the cons of marriage – and she's not sure if it really is fab being married.

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I'm terribly sorry for the very, very late chapter update… I've had lots of things going on… :P

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In this chappie you'll be able to see some of Sakura's mood swings…

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Shopaholic Walks Down the Aisle

Chapter 11 – Shopaholic's Stroll

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Fuck.

Fuckedy fuckidy fuck.

This has been one hell of a week.

I was supposed to have my first checkup with the doctor to check my baby's condition, but I had to have it postponed because of my schedule conflicts. I glare at my planner, making sure I have everything in order.

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Monday – meeting, email accountants, print paperwork

Tuesday – meeting, organize insurance, lawyers & backup

Wednesday – meeting, SALE AT SAKS, get interview dates

Thursday –BABY APPOINTMENT

Friday – meeting

Saturday – LEARN TO COOK? LEARN TO WORK DISHWASHER AND LAUNDRY? WORK ON PRESENTATION!!!

Sunday – church? Press release, finish report for PR group

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I run my hand down my face, exhausted. I've been breaking out from lack of sleep, I haven't watched TV or read anything other than reports and forms, and I haven't figured out if my baby is even a baby yet. Tomoyo booked her appointment the day after she found out she was pregnant, and she got to see her baby's first pictures as soon as they were available!

Oh, well. Better late than never.

I've had my morning sicknesses, headaches, mood swings and all… but then again, I always have those when I'm busy… Tomoyo kept calling me, screaming that I had to go see a doctor RIGHT NOW. Honestly, I still don't have a bump – what's the hurry? Some people realize they're pregnant two days before labour! Actually, that was just one really overweight lady, but it wasn't her fault! You sometimes forget that you're pregnant! Well, I do, anyways.

You know what? I deserve a break today. I'll go out for a walk. A stroll… and what better place is there to stroll in than in Saks? Ooh, I should go baby shopping! This is shopping that can only be done only when you're pregnant! Well, baby shopping's supposed to be done with the husband, but Syaoran isn't exactly happy-lovey-dovey about shopping… He's just not the type to be jumping off from walls to walls and rummaging through sales racks, you know? In short, he's not gay. Thank God for that.

So, I'll go baby shopping right now! All folders are organized, I'll direct phone calls to the receptionist for an hour and be off!

I'm brilliant, I know.

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I feel brilliant.

Walking in the sunlight, stepping down Fifth Avenue and glowing my maternity glow – with the aid of a new bronzer. I pause at a magazine stand and pick Star up, flipping through the pages. I crack a smile. There's a page for expecting couples and predictions on the child's appearance. Underneath a picture of Syaoran and me, there are two babies – one boy with Syaoran's messy chestnut hair and my emerald eyes (Harry Potter resemblance?), and one girl with my auburn hair and his amber eyes. My smile widens at the cuteness. I pay for the magazine, making a mental note to add that page to my scrapbook… I really should get around to that… So far the "scrapbook" is nothing but a pile of cut-outs from magazines and papers…

Anyways, with that I stroll contently into Saks, past the familiar decorations. (A.N.: Pardon me if there are no baby-related stores in Saks – I've actually never been to New York, so…) I try to ignore the girls with stick legs and fake tans who are whispering urgently while glancing my way. I put on a brave smile and at last, I set my feet in a cute, chic, fab shop.

Pottery Barn Kids.

It's decorated with the most adorable things, ranging from little plushies to blankets and toys, and little mobiles hanging from the ceiling… I turn my gaze around the nursery-themed shop. It's fantastic. The world's coolest babies use the coolest, trendiest cradles from here. That is fricking awesome.

And my little baby is going to be one of those lucky, cool babies.

An assistant dressed in a flimsy little pink apron hands me a cute white basket with a curtsey. I like the curtsey! We should hire a nanny who curtseys… and cooks… and cleans… or at least changes diapers. I don't want to clean up pee and poo for the rest of my life, you know.

I feel all tight and weird as I browse through the shop, as if the baby's giving me a sign! It's got to be a girl, because I was looking at a pink bunny! At least, I hope it's a normal girl and not a boy who likes to play with pink things and Barbies…

Okay, let's do some business! Since the sex is undecided, I'll buy things that go for any baby!

Aww, this cradle is so cute… Polished in white with little fluffy blankets inside! Definitely a must. The baby will stay there while Syaoran and I have sex. Aww… a cute little teddy bear. No need to think about this one; it's a must. Okay, blankets are essential. And oh my gawd, the blankets come with designer labels printed on them! Which one should I get? Dolce & Gabbanna, Chanel, Gucci, Burberry…

Ooh. Wait. Instead of saying coochie coochie coo, I could say, Gucci Gucci Coo! Oh man, my pregnancy is giving me wit, too! I'm getting the Gucci one for the baby… and Chanel for me. We'll match, the baby and me. Though the blanket just about covers my stomach.

I go around excitedly for more items.

A pacifier with designs on it…

A bottle that says "My mom is hot."

A bottle that says "My dad is hot." (do be fair)

A Burberry jumper… white with rainbow stitches… so fab.

A pair of adorable shoes…

A hat with cute little strings…

I hastily rummage through the stacks of toys for a perfect one… then I see it.

The glorious it item.

The stroller.

The amazing stroller.

It's absolutely stunning. It's got little jewels and embroidery on it… It's so unique… so… cool! Gotta have it. Need it. Want it. I mean, the baby wants it. I can feel it.

Then I see the prize.

I dial Syaoran, crestfallen. I don't want him having a stroke over a stroller, so better hear him out first.

"Yeah?" he answers tiredly.

"Um, I'm out baby shopping…"

"Baby shopping?" he echoes, suddenly sounding even more tired than before.

"Yes, baby shopping. I've got a collection here; it's amazing!" I grin, "There's a bottle, a hat, a blanket…"

"Sakura," he cuts me off, laughing nervously, "We don't even know if the baby's a girl or a boy!"

"That's why I got white clothes," I reply.

He falls silent.

I bite my lip. "Well, I want our baby to have everything, you know? And I'm making sure that happens!" I say defensively.

He laughs sincerely for the first time in days. "Okay, okay… So let me guess, there is a very overly priced baby item you want."

"Yes," I smile, "You're good."

"Is it over $1000?" Damn. He's really good.

"Er- a bit…"

"$5000?"

"Around that," I sigh, growing nervous.

"And the specified item?"

"An absolutely amazing stroller."

There's a pause. "No," he replies shortly.

"Syaorannn, pleaaase?" I should have asked him in person – he'd have given in to my puppy pout.

"Thank God you're not giving me the puppy pout," he muses. His Ob-Wan ways are still there. "$5000 for a stroller? I don't think so," he chuckles, "Maybe next time. Come back to work – you've used up your lunch time."

I scowl. "Yes sir."

"Love you too," he hangs up.

I sigh, looking back at the stroller in dismay. I'll make sure I get it, no matter what.

Stupid Syaoran, trying to be all calm and cheery around me these days… Everyone in the company is irritated and tense because of all these meetings and press conferences… not to mention to annoying paparazzi who chase us around… apparently most of them are from rivaling companies to spy on us for a chance to bring the company down. I sigh, a headache rising.

With a weary smile, I place my full basket on the counter and pay for it to be delivered to our flat. At least I'll have something to be happy about during the dull meeting that awaits me…

As I exit the baby shop, I hear hushed, excited whispers and the clicks of stiletto heels clicking on the floors. Girls in designer clothes are rushing towards… Holt Renfrew. What's going on?

"Come on, nothing's going to be left!" a blond girl grabs her friend's manicured hand and runs. Oh. I know what this is.

A sample sale.

I ask a random girl to be sure. "Hey, is there a sample sale today?" I ask casually.

The girl blinks. "I don't think so…" and she rushes me off.

There definitely is a sample sale – girls always lie to ward off competition. I hurriedly go into the overcrowded boutique, watching hundreds of people swarming around tables of stuff.

I cough as I try to get through, narrowly avoiding a security guard trying to control the flow into the store. I manage to not be hit by anyone, nervously watching other girls slap and shove others away from an item they want. Oh my God, a girl just grabbed another's hair and shoved her into the wall… creepy.

Quick, I need to grab something! Yes! I got a Jimmy Choo pump… now, for the other one…

"Hey," a lady screeches, "that's the one I wanted!" and she snatches it from me, disappearing amidst the crowd. Bitch!

A girl actually brought her own clothes sack and has filled it with clothes and shoes and bags… God, this isn't a zoo or something; it's supposed to be civilized! Women are screaming at each other… I see at the entrance, girls are leaving the store before they even attempt to come in. I bet some girls probably lied to some of them, saying that this was a worthless sale and that everyone was just being dramatic. Some girls just believe that. Never trust girls.

I see a black-haired girl trying on a jacket and looking in the mirror… it looks fabulous. But another girl comes up to her and says, "That looks horrible on you. It makes your colour blotchy," and she believes her! The girl grabs it and buys it. Oh wow.

Suddenly I want to leave. People are starving around the world, and some people are struggling to buy food for the upcoming week, and yet these girls are doing anything they can to buy overly priced designer bags, when they can get cheaper ones that aren't name brand!

Well, I would save money and get nameless stuff, but that won't work for me! I mean, Syaoran's rich and famous, making me rich and famous. So I have to be as glamorous as I can be, and designer brands give me an extra boost in confidence. As for these girls, who are they, anyway? Oh. I swear I just spotted Scarlett Johannsson. I love her… and I know she needs to buy designer brand stuff, because she's a celebrity! And she even does ads for Louis Vuitton. See, only people with a reputation to keep should shop for designer brands.

Anyways… I give up and leave the shop with difficulty. I'll come back when my baby's out and taking care of itself. I don't want it to be squashed to pulp by some bitches. So I leave Saks, reflecting upon all those cute baby items I bought and anticipating their arrival to the flat.

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"…in addition, more attention is needed for the human resources department. Statistics are showing patterns in…"

I pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to tune all of this out. He's been talking about patterns and statistics for the last fricking hour. You know you love math when. What a nerd.

I try to think of what Syaoran's expression will be like when all those baby things arrive. Maybe he'll just be incredulous that such things existed. Maybe he'll grin and be like, "These are adorable!" …Actually, I really hope he doesn't say that.

I glance at Syaoran. He's not given me a single look, but has been concentrating on the presentation and data. I wince as I feel a sharp pang in my stomach. What the hell, maybe it's all that coffee I drank… This meeting's making me feel sick everywhere. Ugh.

"We will now take a ten-minute break; please help yourselves to some refreshments," an assistant announces.

Everyone begins to get up, and I stretch my arms, politely greeting some old executives. I swear, these old men, they can talk for ages and ages. They're going to waste my entire break. They're asking me how I'm feeling, when the baby's due and all that jazz. I tell them I haven't found out yet, and that I have an appointment soon.

Towards the end of the break, I think Syaoran was on his way to talk to me, but he stops right in front of me because he's been talked to by some reps. Then I reach for a Tylenol and my water bottle, and I'm about to pop it into my mouth when an old guy stops me.

"You do know you're not supposed to take any sorts of drugs while you're pregnant, right?" he asks incredulously.

I freeze. Then the information sinks in. I feel the colour drain out of my face.

From the corner of my eyes, I see Syaoran look away from the reps and straight at me, clearly alarmed.

I turn to look at him, horror evident on my face. Then I suddenly feel sick. I mutter, "Excuse me," before rushing out, covering my mouth. I run into the bathroom, collapsing onto the toilet.

I feel really sick. Maybe it's diarrhea. I don't feel like puking anymore. So I sit on the toilet, gently prodding my aching head and waiting. Something comes out... I really don't want to look at it. But I still feel sick… oh well, the meeting's bound to have started already, and I need to get back. I sigh and get up to flush the toilet, but something catches my eye.

There's blood on my underwear.

That's not right… You don't get your period when you're pregnant…

Suddenly, a wave of nausea and sickness overwhelms me, and I turn around towards the toilet to puke. But nothing comes out. I open my eyes. I freeze.

There's something red in the toilet…

My eyes widen as I realize what it is.

Oh my God.

My entire body is numb, and I forget about my pain for a moment.

Oh my God.

No.

Why… How?

I tremble and fall to the floor, tears welling up in my eyes.

"Fuck," I whisper to myself, cries caught in my throat. I want to scream. This must be a dream. A nightmare. This can't be happening to me… This wasn't supposed to happen…

"Syaoran…"

And I black out.

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Chapter 11 – Shopaholic's Stroll - End

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Sorry again for the delayed update…

Anyways, in case some of you didn't catch it, Sakura just lost her baby. A miscarriage… I learned in health that women could have a miscarriage just like this.

I'm evil, aren't I? There are 3 things I want to tell you guys today:

1) Well, marriage is more evil than I am, I guess. Marriage isn't all flowers and sex… in my opinion. I'm not even close to being married, so :) And it's not only the drinking that made THIS happen… the fundamental reasons are the Tylenol and stress. Since it's Sakura's first pregnancy and she still hasn't been to the doctor, she wasn't as careful as she should have been… My mom told me you can't take medicine even if you have a cold or something while you're pregnant, and Sakura took like, a lot… And I tried to put lots of parts to show she was stressing out lately. I have no knack for foreshadowing… I think it was sort of obvious… Well, this is the first blow to Sakura's marriage life :)

2) I'm working on making characters as HUMAN as possible – Sakura's got her insecurity, her fantasies and her paranoia, Syaoran's got his tendency to set his work as his top priority, and while he does care for Sakura a lot, he can't help but get pissed at her and stuff….

3) And yes… as mentioned in my updated profile, I don't live in New York, as many of my readers speculated in the reviews and PMs… I wish I did, though. I've never even traveled to New York, though I've been to London, England… and Paris, France. Maybe I should have made Shopaholic a Shopaholic in one of those places. Meh. New York is much easier. :) And I don't think Pottery Barn carries designer labels, but hey, they always could… the stuff is fricking expensive anyways, so….

Oh, btw I'm also working on a new fic, a CCS love comedy, which will feature the two in a completely different role and character, but I'll still make them HUMAN… I hope I'm doing a good job at that so far :)

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