Her Rising Saviour:

Epilogue

A young boy of six sat on the couch, his large, bright emerald eyes glued in a bored-like trance on the television in front of him. He was watching some random anime, but wasn't really paying attention. His elbow was resting on the armrest, his head being held up by his cheek in his palm. The remote was in his other hand, pointed toward the television. There was absolutely nothing on, and it was bugging him. Maybe he could convince his mother to drive him to the movie rental place to rent a video?

"Kaz?" His mother's voice fluttered through the room. He muted the television politely and turned to see his mother coming in from the hall, holding the phone. She smiled to him. "That was Auntie Tomoyo. Are you okay with Summer coming over?"

Kazumasa felt his cheeks warm slightly, but he pushed down the emotion and mentally chided himself. Only girls blushed!

Summer was his Auntie Tomoyo and Uncle Eriol's four year old daughter. Of course, they weren't really related. When Kazumasa had questioned why he called them 'Auntie' and 'Uncle', his mother smiled as said they were as good as family.

He shrugged and turned back to his boring show, "Sure. Why wouldn't I be?"

Sakura watched him, smiled, then hung up the phone on the end table beside the couch. "I'll go make some lunch for you two then, okay? She'll be over in a few minutes."

Kazumasa watched his mother leave toward the kitchen, then jumped off the couch and turned off the television. He rushed up to his room and quickly cleaned up, not understanding his actions. Who cared if his room was clean? He certainly didn't. And yet he made sure his bookcase was neat and his trucks were in his toybox.

He rushed to his mirror, ignoring the voice in his head that said it was silly to do so, and gave himself a glance over. He didn't want his clothes to be stained or dirty, after all. That was just uncivil, as his NaiNai – grandmother – Li had taught him. And no girl found that pretty.

Like any other day, he was wearing clothes from his Auntie Tomoyo's store. He was wearing stylish dark jeans with deep pockets and a simple brown leather belt. He wore a yellow tee underneath a yellow-green-white checkered button down tee, unbuttoned. His dark chocolate hair laid in a strangled mess on top of his head. His mother had long ago stopped trying to tame it, often saying it was worse than his father's hair. It was a difficult feat, that was for sure.

He turned away from the mirror and jumped toward his bed, grabbing the yellow stuffed toy that rested against his pillow. He sat on the edge of the bed, swinging his legs back and forth against the mattress as he held the toy in his hands.

"Wish me luck Kero," he whispered to the toy, not wanting to be too loud. He was grinning widely, his cheeks slightly pink. "Summer is coming over today." He paused, as if waiting for an answer, when the door knocked. He quickly threw the stuffed animal against the pillow and jumped off the bed. "I'll tell you about it later!" He said a bit louder than a whisper as he rushed out the room and crept quietly down the hall, not wanting to disturb the sleeping.

He rushed down the stairs and skidded to a stop in front of the door, right in front of Sakura, cutting her off. He turned the door handle and opened the door, then mentally scolded himself at the large sappy smile on his face. He silently promised himself he'd stop being such a girl.

Yet despite himself and this promise, the air left his lungs in a single whoosh when he opened the door.

Tomoyo and Eriol stood there, Eriol's hand in Tomoyo's while Tomoyo used her other arm to hold up their daughter who rested on her hip. She was a beautiful, perfect mix of both her parents. She had Eriol's wide blue eyes along with his hair colour – midnight blue – but her hair was wavy like her mother's. Her skin tone, as well, was her mother's porcelain and flawless white colour.

Today, she had her wavy hair in a pony-tail, her bangs slightly curled out above her gleaming, happy eyes. She wore a little white dress with tiny navy flowers. The dress poofed out slightly from a crinkling slip underneath.

"Thank you so much, Sakura. The babysitter just bailed and – "

Sakura held up a hand to stop her, "No thanks necessary. It's your anniversary. You two deserve a night out of town. I'm more than happy to watch over little Summer. Besides, Hayate was supposed to come over for a play-day with Kazumasa, but he fell sick last night. I'm sure Kaz has no problem with Summer being here," she looked down at her son, "Right?"

His cheeks tinged pink, though he didn't seem to notice this time, and quickly nodded. "N-No."

Sakura looked back to Tomoyo and smiled, "See?" She knelt down to face-level with four year old Summer, smiling, "Come on, Summer. I just made some lunch. Your favourite – grilled cheese."

Summer beamed, causing Kazumasa's lips to lift up into a small grin unconsciously. She quickly hugged her mother and pressed a sloppy kiss onto her cheek, then held out her tiny hands to her father. Eriol chuckled and wrapped his arms around her, bringing her into him. He pressed a kiss to her forehead as she giggled and placed her hands on both his cheeks, pressing them together. To appease her, Eriol made a fish-impression and she giggled again.

"Daddy looks funny!" She giggled, then pressed her lips to his in a smack kiss. Then, ever dramatically, she threw back her hands and pulled away to say, "Mwah!"

Eriol chuckled. "Listen to Aunt Sakura, Sums, okay?"

Summer grinned and nodded, "O'tay."

Eriol kissed her forehead lightly, then placed her on the ground and watched her walk into the house. He turned to face Sakura as he wrapped an arm around his wife's waist. "Sakura, Syaoran wanted me to pass on the message that he'd be home for lunch. So...in a few minutes or so? He's not due in court until later this evening and he's completely prepared for it, so I think he's planning on taking the afternoon off."

Sakura smiled and nodded, "Okay, thanks. He's been trying to get home any chance he has these days."

Eriol chuckled, "Of course. He wants to see his family."

Sakura rolled her eyes and mumbled something under her breath about 'wrapped around her finger', making Tomoyo and Eriol laugh. Tomoyo checked her watch and gave a small gasp, "Eriol, we're going to be late if we don't hurry."

Summer waved frantically as Tomoyo and Eriol turned to rushed back to their car and Sakura closed the door. Summer turned to Kazumasa and grinned, making his cheeks turn pink again. Then she squealed and threw her arms around him, hugging him. He staggered back from the blow; sure she was two years younger, and she always did this, but each time it took him off guard.

"Kaz!" She squealed then pulled away, still grinning. She was too young to notice how his face was glowing red.

"H-Hi, S-Summer," he stuttered.

She smiled to him, then looked away and gave a small giggle that sounded much like her mother's – innocent and carefree. Kazumasa tinged a brighter shade of red, remembering all the time she and her friends would giggle at him. It always made him nervous. Whenever he'd passed by the pre-school yard during recess at school, he'd catch sight of Lauren and Lala – both foreigners to Japan – playing jump-rope with Summer. Somehow, they always managed to see him. The two girls would whisper something into Summer's ear, making the three of them giggle giddily. He hated it, knowing it was about him. And it always made his face feel warmer. And, of course, that brought on a round of laughs from Hayate.

Sakura giggled and shook her head, watching the exchange, then began to head back toward the kitchen. "Lunch is ready if you two want it!"

Summer gasped, then began jumping up and down happily, singing, "Yay! G'illed cheese! G'illed cheese! G'illed cheese!" She grabbed Kazumasa's hand and began heading toward the kitchen. "C'mon, Kaz! Let's go eat!"

Kazumasa's eyes were glued to their hands, his eyes dancing. Her hand was so small, so delicate. A bit pudgy from being so young still, and she still had the small dimples in her knuckles, but to him they seemed so delicate. So precious. He saw the tiny braided bracelet on her wrist and began to glow red once more. He had asked his mother the previous week how to braid and with after a few failed tries, he had managed to make her her own bracelet; a twist of purple, blue and pink yarn.

"You looooove her," Hayate, his best friend, had teased him the other day when he found out about the bracelet. It was funny, since Hayate was such a quiet child. Until, that is, he was with Kazumasa. Then he was loud just like any other boy their age. He danced around Kazumasa, laughing, "Summer and Kaz sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G! First comes – "

"I do not!" Kazumasa had yelled back, red as a tomato. "I-I just thought it'd look nice on her!"

Hayate fell to the floor laughing, "Sure, Kaz. Sure."

Kazumasa stomped his foot, "It's the truth! Besides, you like Miss Kato!"

No sooner than their teaching being mentioned, Hayate had stopped. He suddenly blushed wildly himself and stopped laughing. Kazumasa grinned triumphantly as Hayate looked away, mumbling, "Do not."

"I do not love her," Kazumasa mumbled, not realizing he had said it out loud.

"Pardon?" Summer looked back innocently.

Kazumasa panicked and shook his head furiously, "N-Nothing! I didn't say anything!"

Summer let go of his hand as they reached Sakura, who was standing at the counter cutting the grilled cheeses into four strips each. Summer gently tugged on her pants to get her attention, "Auntie, can I please had kat-hup with it?"

Sakura giggled, "That's ketchup, sweetie."

"That's what I said!" Summer grinned. "Kat-hup!"

Sakura shook her head, still giggling. "Sure, sweetie, of course. Kaz, do you want some too?"

Kazumasa shook his head quickly, "No, but can I grab the mustard?"

Sakura scrunched up her nose before letting out a laugh, "I'll never understand you. Mustard and grilled cheese...Next you'll be asking for onions on your PB and J sandwich!"

"Ewww! Mom!" He laughed, grabbing the bottle of mustard from the fridge. "That's gross! Only Uncle Touya does that!"

Sakura pulled out two ceramic dipping-cups from the cupboard and squeezed ketchup in one and mustard in the other. She quickly cut both sandwiches into four horizontal pieces, like sticks, then handed a plate to each child. She turned to flip her own sandwich onto a plate when the phone rang. She sighed and turned off the burner, pulling the pan off the stove.

"Kaz," she caught his attention quickly. "Keep an eye on Summer so I can answer the phone."

He nodded quickly, taking his duty seriously as his mother fled from the room to answer the phone before the answering machine could pick up. He let Summer walk in front of him, going to follow her to the kitchen table. He didn't even see her tiny foot get caught under the mat by the sink.

She gave a small gasp before her plate went flying out of her hands and splattered onto the floor. She landed on the thin mat laying on top of the cold tile floor with a thud. Kazumasa froze, his eyes wide on the tiny figure on the floor. Not a second later, she let out a long, pained wail. He dropped his own plate onto the counter and rushed to her side, falling to his knees beside her.

"Summer! Summer, are you hurt?" He asked, his eyes raking over her for injuries.

She sobbed, her hands unable to move fast enough to brush away the tears rolling down her porcelain skin. "M-M-My kn-knee!"

He carefully reached for her leg and pushed back her dress to look at her knee. He sighed softly, only seeing a red spot where she had landed. A small rug burn, but nothing else. Without thinking, without planning, he leaned forward and kissed her knee.

"That a bit better?" He asked, looking up at her worriedly.

Summer sniffled twice and nodded, then opened her eyes. Perfect droplets clung to her dark eyelashes. She held out her arms, silently asking him to lift her. He didn't need any other further encouragement, he sat back on his bottom and wrapped his arms around her, then brought her into his lap. She threw her arms around him and buried her face into the crook of his neck, softly crying still. Kazumasa held her close, rubbing circles on her back like his mom would do whenever he was hurt or scared.

"You only fell," he told her softly, "you're okay."

"It huwts!" She sniffled.

Kazumasa held her closer, hating the thought of her hurt. Hating the sound of her sobs. Hating the feelings of her tears on his skin. Really, hating the fact that she was crying in general. Pushing down the blush wanting to rise and pushing down the tiny voice in his head taunting him – the voice that sounded a lot like Hayate, in fact – he turned his head and pressed a gentle kiss to her temple while continuing to soothe her.

In the doorway, stood Sakura. She leaned against the archway, grinning as she watched the scene. She had dropped the phone as soon as Summer had began to wail, afraid for the worse. Had Kaz turned for a second and, perhaps, she had tried to go into one of the drawers? Try to drink the dish soap under the sink? Or crawled into the table and fell? Instead, she found Kazumasa sitting beside the child, trying to calm her. When he pulled her into her lap, she had to stop herself from having a 'Tomoyo-Moment' and grab the camera.

Suddenly, she felt two strong arms wrap around her and pull her into a strong chest. She felt a chin rest on her shoulder and she gave a small sigh as she titled her head so it rested on the one beside her. At that moment, Kazumasa turned and kissed Summer on the side of the head. Sakura grinned.

"Now, isn't that cute," Syaoran sighed behind her, whispering so not to disturb the two young children in the kitchen.

Sakura smiled, "It is. Kaz definitely has a thing for lil' Summer Hirragizawa."

"Figured as much," Syaoran chuckled. "He asked me what girls liked the other day. I told him, they like flowers, chocolates and jewellery."

Sakura giggled, trying to stifle the noise with her hand. "That explains a lot...He came up to me a few days ago and asked how to make a braided bracelet. Looks like he's trying to woo the girl."

A soft growl emitted from Syaoran's lips. He tightened his hold on his wife, "I don't think so. That boy is not dating until he's twenty, at the youngest."

"Ahh yes, how could I forget," Sakura rolled her eyes, remembering that conversation Syaoran had had when their son was only a day old. She had never told Syaoran about overhearing that conversation, and didn't intend to. Something told her it was a private moment between father and son. She turned around in Syaoran's arms and gently pushed him back so they were away from the kitchen, giving the two kids privacy. Kazumasa had it under control; he was currently helping Summer into her seat and offering his lunch to her. So sweet, Sakura thought.

She pushed Syaoran toward the couch, his knees buckling when he hit the edge of it. Sakura quickly straddled him, knowing they only had minutes before one of the kids would interrupt. His eyes went wide as she pushed her hands through his hair and dangled her face inches away from his, letting her breath cascade across his face. "Do you forget, my handsome husband, that we were only thirteen when we had our first date? And sixteen when we gave each other our virginity?"

"O-Of course I remember," he stuttered, his cheeks tingeing pink. He scolded himself as Sakura grinned. Even now, when he was thirty, somehow Sakura could still make him feel like a seventeen year old boy. And she could feel that even now.

"Hmm," she mused, brushing her lips across the spot under his ear. "Then why, dear husband, are you making your son wait until he is twenty to even consider dating? You know he'll rebel. It won't work."

"He won't rebel," Syaoran whispered, his eyes fluttering shut.

"Oh? You don't think?" Sakura smirked, pulling back slightly. "He is very much like you, Syaoran. Of course he will."

"You calling me a rebel?" Syaoran smirked.

Sakura smirked back, leaning back in slowly and pronounced each word slowly. "A very...very...sexy..." her lips brushed against his as she spoke the last word, "rebel." Under her, Syaoran gave a shudder. His hand grasped her hips involuntarily.

"Sakura..." he growled warningly as he lips met his. In response, Sakura giggled and pressed her lips to his again.

A wailing broke them apart, making Sakura pull back quickly and Syaoran's head fall back onto the couch with a groan. This wail was different from Summer's, more demanding than hurt. Sakura giggled at Syaoran's response to the cry and swung herself off of him. She quickly turned away to head up the stairs to their house, toward the bedrooms. She could hear Syaoran following behind her. She opened the bedroom door closest to the stairs, the cries becoming louder and closer.

Inside the rose and lavender painted room was Kazumasa's crib. Yet nestled inside the crib was a crying young baby, perhaps three or four months of age. Her amber eyes were red from crying and slightly swollen. Her dark hair stuck to her face slightly. Sakura giggled, looking down at the child as Syaoran scooped her up and cradled her close to his chest. She remembered when the baby girl was born, and both her and Syaoran's shock at her features. She had Syaoran's darker skin, like Kazumasa, along with Syaoran's beautiful amber eyes. Yet the child's hair greatly resembled Touya Kinomoto's in colour. Though the slightest curl in it was definitely Syaoran. She was a beautiful, precious thing.

"Looks like my angel has awaken," Syaoran crooned as her gently bounced her. The baby stopped crying almost immediately after being picked up by her father, her cheeks flushed from crying. She was a complete daddy's-girl and had Syaoran completely wrapped around her little fingers. He smiled down to the baby, crooning, as if forgetting that Sakura was still there. "My little angel Hikari."

When she was born, Syaoran had had the same talk with her that she had with Kazumasa. Sakura had feigned just to listen to it.

It was the first night in the hospital. Nestled in her arms slept Kazumasa, who had just turned six the month before. He snored softly, one arm on her stomach and the other holding his favourite toy, Kero, tightly. He couldn't sleep without it. Sakura had her eyes closed, pretending to sleep. She had felt Syaoran get up from the bed only moments before, baby Hikari's cries filling the night's air. The conversation with Hikari was much the same as he had had with Kazumasa, except for the ending.

"...As for dating, you'll be lucky if a guy gets six-feet near you. You can't date until I die. You're brother will most certainly help me fend off the boys. I can already see him becoming a fierce older brother. Must get that from your mother's side, from your Uncle Touya. And no doubt that Touya will help keep the boys away, too.

"Even though you're a girl, you'll learn to protect yourself," he continued with a smile. "No one will harm you. Even if they do somehow manage to get passed me and Kaz, you'll be able to protect yourself. I won't let any harm come to you, my angel..."

"Is Kari awake?"

Sakura and Syaoran turned to see Kazumasa standing in the doorway, his eyes brightly locked on the child in his father's arms. Sakura smiled at the little boy, remembering how happy he was to learn that he was having a baby sister. He had been an active participant in the family during Sakura's pregnancy – he went shopping to pick out clothes and such, had a say in picking out her name, and helped paint the nursery in their new house. Syaoran and Touya had taken him out the day after Hikari was born, telling him the responsibilities he now had as a big brother. Of course, he took these duties with determination.

Sakura smiled and held out a hand to Kazumasa, smiling. "Yes, she just woke. Where's Summer?"

"She wanted to watch Ni Hao Kai Lan downstairs," Kazumasa said quickly, his eyes locked on his sister. "Can I...um, can I hold her?"

Sakura grinned and walked over to her son. She lifted him up in her arms, then carried him over to the rocking chair she had by the window. Carefully, she sat him down as Syaoran walked over with baby Hikari. Gently, Syaoran bent down on on knee and laid Hikari in Kazumasa's arms. Kazumasa cradled her close and gently, as if she were a precious gem, a large grin on his face. He had held his sister many times in the past couple of months, of course – even held her at the hospital – and each time, he gave the same reaction.

The baby never cried in his arms. Never had. Her large amber eyes would always stare up into his emerald pair, as if she couldn't tear them away. As if she knew that he was her big brother.

"Hey there, Kari," he smiled brightly, beginning to gently rock so that the chair moved in the slightest back and forth. He was careful not to rock too hard, not wanting to scare her. He stroke up a conversation with her, like he always did. "Guess what? Mommy and Dad were talking about going to the zoo soon with Uncle Eriol and Auntie Tomoyo and Summer next month. But don't worry, I'll protect you from the lions. I don't think they can get out, but if they do...I'll keep them away from you." Then he paused and brought his head down to lay a brotherly kiss on her forehead, inhaling her soft baby scent of powder. Whispering, he added, "I'd protect you from anything, Kari. Because I'm your big brother. And that makes it my job to keep you safe. And Uncle Touya says that includes boys. I guess I see what he means, because Hayate can tease a lot." A fierce look of protectiveness suddenly shone in his eyes and he nuzzled his face to hers, "I'll protect you from him and his teasing. From anyone, really." He kissed her soft pink cheek, "I love you, Hikari."

Syaoran wrapped his arms around Sakura's waist and pulled her back against his check, gently swaying them as he rested his head on her shoulder again so they could watch their children's scene enfold before them. He noticed Sakura shaking slightly and felt a wet drop on his cheek. He brought a hand up to brush away her tears, kissing away the ones he could reach.

"Beautiful," she simply whispered, too soft for Kazumasa to hear but loud enough for Syaoran. "And they're ours."

Syaoran smiled against her cheek, squeezing her lovingly. "Ours."

He placed a finger on the cheek facing away from him and gently turned her face toward him. He gave her a crooked grin before bringing his mouth down softly on hers, moving his lips with hers slowly and tenderly. They pulled away, each giving a small sigh, before Sakura laid her head against his shoulder, her breath brushing against his neck. Syaoran leaned his head down on her forehead as her arms wrapped around his, which were still around her midsection.

"I love you," she whispered against his neck. She closed her eyes, smiling as she continued to listen to Kazumasa cooing to Hikari.

b.K.d

It was nearing eight at night. Tomoyo had phoned and asked for Summer to stay the night since traffic was bad and Eriol didn't want to rush through it – better safe than sorry. And, of course, it was no problem.

Sakura was washing the dishes from dinner. Beside her, Syaoran held a dish towel, drying the dishes in the drying rack. They had a dishwasher, of course, but with two kids – one being an infant – it was difficult to find any time alone together. So what better way than some good ol' cleaning?

From the baby monitor by the sink, Sakura could hear Hikari's soft, even breathing as she slept. She smiled; she loved listening to her baby sleep. The evenness of the baby's breathing was so calming and soothing. It could make anyone wish to sleep as well.

Sakura pulled the plug from the sink, letting the dirty dishwater drain. She flicked her wrists twice, then reached for the rag in Syaoran's hands. She quickly dried her hands, then let Syaoran return to drying. As he picked up the next dish, she went behind him and wrapped her arms around him, resting her cheek against his shoulder-blade. She felt him chuckle as he dried the last few dishes and dragged her along with him to put them away. When done, he turned in her arms and wrapped his own around her, placing a soft kiss on her forehead.

"I think we should go check on Kaz and Summer in the living room," Syaoran suggested. "When I last checked, they were watching Bambi. It should be over by now."

Sakura nodded in agreement and followed her husband out of the kitchen and into the living room. She stifled a gasp by pushed her hand against her mouth, a grin spreading across her face. Beside her, Syaoran was softly chuckling.

The television had been turned off. Instead, on the end table by the couch, the CD player was on. It was playing what Sakura recognized it as Kazumasa's lullaby CD. When he had been a toddler, she had come down with such a bad cold that she had lost her voice. She quickly learned that the child wouldn't sleep without Sakura singing to him. So, she quickly made him a CD of all the lullaby's she'd sing to him. It worked, and even now, he played the CD before bed. It looked like he had brought it downstairs for Summer to listen to, too. Currently, it was playing 'Goodnight my Angel' by Billy Joel.

On the couch, both Summer and Kazumasa were asleep. Kazumasa's back was against the couch, while Summer was cradled in his arms, snuggling into the warmth of his chest. Kazumasa had obviously taken the afghan off the back of the couch, as it now laid across them for warmth. His one arm was around her, unconsciously holding her close, while the other rested on top of the blanket to keep it securely on them. His head was resting against the top of hers, his nose slightly buried into her soft locks of dark hair.

Sakura smirked as she slunk forward slightly and wrapped an arm around Syaoran's waist, pushing herself up so her lips were by his ear. "What were you saying? About Kaz dating?"

Syaoran suddenly stopped laughing and shot his wife a menacing look, "Not until he's twenty."

Sakura giggled softly, trying not to wake the children, and shook her head. "I don't see that happening, hun. Not with Miss Summer around."

"My rules," Syaoran said. "What I say, goes."

"Fine," Sakura shrugged, pulling away nonchalantly. "Just be prepared for Eriol's wrath when he finds out his teenage daughter has run away to elope with our son half way across the world."

Syaoran's eyes widened, his jaw dropped and his face paled. He gave his head a slight shake to rid the images coming to his mind, then his eyes narrowed dangerously on Sakura. She caught this angry gaze and giggled.

Syaoran growled softly, "Sakura...that isn't a funny joke."

"Oh, it wasn't a joke babe," Sakura winked. "It will happen."

"Not. Funny," he growled a bit louder.

Sakura giggled and shot out of the living room quickly, rushing toward the stairs. She could hear Syaoran quickly behind her, trying to stay as light on his feet as possible so not to disturb any sleeping children. She quickly turned the corner of their bedroom, unable to close the door fast enough until Syaoran pushed open the door. He closed it behind him, his face appearing angry while his eyes were playful.

"Now Sakura," he crooned as he walked toward her like she were his prey. Sakura's eyes shone as she backed away, her legs eventually coming to the edge of the bed. With a small 'ouf!' she fell back into the mattress. He kept on stalking toward her, "That wasn't very funny. I worry about my children, and you suggest that my son and some girl elope on us?!"

Sakura rolled her eyes, "It's not 'some girl'...it's Summer! Totally different," she giggled, waving her hand as if dismissing the subject.

Syaoran gave a slight growl, his mask slipping to show a slight grin playing across his lips. "Wrong answer, sweetie," he whispered before launching himself on the bed above her. He landed with a knee on either side of her, his hands pinning her wrists down to the mattress. His lips crashed to hers in a powerful, hungry kiss. Sakura quickly responded, giving no sign of hesitation.

Syaoran had gotten to kissing her collarbone, her shirt somehow having been discarded along with Syaoran's shirt and pants, leaning him in boxers, when a loud wail from the baby monitor pierced the air. Syaoran gave a loud groan, nearly collapsing on top of Sakura as he let his head rest against her shoulder. She chuckled at him, lifting a hand to drag it through his hair.

She kissed the top of his head, "She's just hungry. Let me feed her quickly and I'll be right back."

"No," he grumbled with a sigh. "I'll come with you."

He rolled out of bed and grabbed a pair of pajama bottoms from the drawer, then handed Sakura a pair of sweatpants and a tank to change into. They quickly dressed and headed toward the bedroom door. Before they left the room, Syaoran stole one more kiss by pressing her against the door.

"I love you," he whispered against her lips, before pulling away and wrapped his arm around her waist. He opened the door for them so they could follow the baby's cries down the hall to Hikari's room. "Forever and ever."

Sakura leaned against Syaoran's shoulder, smiling, adoration shining in her eyes. Yes, she thought happily, that sounds perfect....Forever and ever. Longer, even.

Author's (Final!) Note: Tis the end, my readers. Hope this was a fluffy-enough ending. Sakura and Syaoran deserved a happy ending, and I figured I could add some cuteness with their son ^.^

In case you're interested... "Tomoyo"-chan got a 'Tomoyo' urge last night XDD She read this over and quickly became, in her words, obsessed with Summer-chan XDDD And, what does a Tomoyo do when she can't videotape and photograph someone because they're fictional? Simple, you do the next best thing -- go find a website to create the character yourself!!! Visit my LiveJournal page to see her awesome pics! Soooo kawaii! (Replace (dot)s with actual periods) -- http://butterflykissu(dot)livejournal(dot)com/

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