Author's Note:
Sorry it's been so long! I was bored of the story for a while, but my own boredom has overwhelmed me and forced me to write again. Enjoy. ^_-

Disclaimer:
If Sailormoon were mine, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction. So isn't it a logical conclusion that I am merely a fan and not the owner?

Do Dreams Come True?

Chapter Five

            The next few days passed in a blur for Serena. She felt like a teenager again as she and Darien saw each other every chance they got, making out on the sofa after the children went to bed and sneaking kisses when no one was looking. However, she never let their passionate embraces go too far – although she cared deeply for Darien, part of her still held reservations about their renewed romance, especially since he had not yet been widowed for a full year.

            The following weekend found Serena closeted in her room with a mess of clothes strewn about the room. "Ashley, tell Mommy which shirt looks better, the pink or the green." The toddler looked at her skeptically and pointed at a yellow sundress draped over a nearby chair. Serena looked over, laughed at herself, and shrugged. "Yellow it is," she said, scooping up her giggling daughter in a warm hug. "Now, you and Jimmy be good for Grandpa and Grandma, okay?" Before Ashley could give what would inevitably be an untruthful reply, the doorbell rang.
            "Dad, it's so good to see you!" Serena embraced her white-haired father and simultaneously pressed Jimmy into his arms. "I'm running late, gotta go, see you tonight!" Before he could even ask where she was going, Serena had grabbed her purse and was out the door. Kenji chuckled. "Still my little girl."

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            "You look so beautiful," Darien murmured, reaching out to embrace his love. She giggled a bit and stretched out her arms as he gathered her in and held her against his shoulder. "Now be a good girl and burp for Daddy." Rini screwed up her face and promptly followed his instructions, leaving behind a big wet spit stain on Darien's black shirt. "Dammit, I always forget the towel!" he swore, shaking his head in part frustration, part amusement. "Well, I'll let Uncle Andrew and Aunt Rita take care of you for now. Daddy's got a date!"
            Whistling to himself, Darien put Rini back in her crib and strolled through the connection doors into his room. He unbuttoned the filthy shirt and proceeded to find a cleaner version of the same shirt from the cavern of his closet. As he rifled through the dress shirts and polos, he smiled and thought of a blonde whose eyes exactly matched the sky blue section of his closet. His life felt complete again with the return of his Bunny. He felt years younger, even, thinking about how things used to be and how they could be the same again.
            Pulling out the shirt he was seeking, Darien finished dressing and walked out the door, his steps quickening in thoughts of seeing Serena again.

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            "Dinner was wonderful, Darien," Serena smiled. "And it's such a beautiful night. I'm glad we have the time to just sit out here and talk." She looked out over the view of Tokyo from the passenger seat of Darien's sporty black Benz. He was looking at the view of her from the driver's side. Reaching over, he draped an arm around her shoulder and nestled her closer. "Remember how we used to come up here all time?" he asked. "I haven't been back up here since we dated in college." Serena smiled but winced inwardly. It seemed that Darien could not stop talking about the past. Instead of discussing their future, he constantly reminded her of what they used to do and how they were before he had cheated on her with Mina. It was as if he was erasing that part of his life and picking up where they left off before she went abroad.
            "Let's talk," she said abruptly. Darien laughed and mussed her hair gently. "Why do I get a bad feeling whenever women say those two words?" he asked in bemusement. Serena shook her head. "I'm serious, Darien. We never talked about us." He frowned in puzzlement. "What do you mean? All we talk about is us. You and me, together like it used to be." She almost groaned aloud in frustration at that phrase. "That's the thing, Darien, it's not how it used to be anymore. We're both adults now and we need to think about the consequences of our relationship." Darien nodded. "You're right," he said solemnly. "That's why I would like to ask you something very important. Serena, will you marry me?"