*Hey! There's going to be a three month jump here, but that's okay, there
have been a lot of time jumps! Anyway, it's March now, and Syaoran has a
surprise for Sakura. What is it? I'd tell you, but then what would the
point in writing this chapter be? Haha! Anyway, here's another chapter!*
Fighting For My Family
Clouds rolled over the sky, blocking the sun for a few moments, then allowing warm rays to escape to the earth. Flowers were blooming in front of Sakura and Syaoran's house, which seemed alive in itself. In the backyard, white linens hung in the breeze, gently swaying as they dried. Syaoran sat on the swing in the back watching Sakura every so often. She was wearing a short blue sundress and light blue flip flops. Even with her hair tied back into a messy bun, she still looked beautiful as she pinned linens onto the line to dry. Syaoran diverted his attention back to the laptop as Sakura made her way back to the swing, her empty basket in hand.
"What are you doing on that computer? It's a beautiful day, let's make the most of it!" Sakura said cheerily, touching Syaoran's hand gently.
"Anything you say, baby." Syaoran replied, putting the laptop down and scooping his wife up into his arms, swinging her around as she squealed in delight. He put Sakura down suddenly, holding her by the waist to keep her balance.
"I have a surprise for you. Come see this." Syaoran said quietly, leading Sakura into his study after retrieving his laptop. Sakura walked with him into the room, a confused look on her pretty face. Syaoran pulled a folder out from his filing cabinet, and pulled Sakura onto his lap.
"What is this? What's going on, Syaoran? You know how much I hate surprises!" Sakura whined, her emerald eyes showing how perplexed she was.
"This, love, is research I have been doing for about four months now. At the end of last year, I decided that I wanted to make you happier than you've ever been. So I got online, and I've done all this research. Read it." Syaoran explained, handing the file to Sakura and hugging her gently as she read the top paper. She gasped loudly, and looked at Syaoran, her eyes wide. Syaoran's amber eyes stared back, waiting for a response.
"You've been. . . looking at adoption again?" Sakura asked, her voice trembling. Instead of the overjoyed smile Syaoran expected, Sakura frowned and got up off his lap.
"Sakura, keep reading. I have worked hard on this, and I think-" Syaoran started.
"It'll be just like. . . just like Cass. I'm sorry, Syaoran. I can't do it again. I can't go through the pain if we lose another one." Sakura said, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. Syaoran stood and faced Sakura, his eyes pleading.
"Listen to me. I'm not talking about adoption here. Not in the states." Syaoran stated, his voice serious.
"Another country? Have you looked into that as well?" Sakura asked, barely audible. Syaoran nodded and flipped to another page.
"Russia. . . we can adopt a baby from Russia?" Sakura said, her voice gaining a bit of volume.
"Yes. Adoptions in Russia are finalized. Most kids that are left in the orphanages have no connections to their parents at all. It's easy to adopt a baby from there." Syaoran explained, showing Sakura statistics he'd pulled from websites based in Russia.
"Let me think this over, Syaoran. You know how much I want a baby. . . to have a family with you. We've been trying all this time, almost four years. This is a lot of information to take in all at once. . . " Sakura whispered. She looked into Syaoran's eyes, and watched him nod.
"That's all I ask. This time things will be better. I promise." Syaoran said, kissing Sakura before walking out the door of the study. Sakura sat down in Syaoran's chair and glanced through the papers her husband had printed. It certainly did look like a viable option, and she desperately wanted a child. Sakura's eyes caught a picture on Syaoran's desk, and tears sprang to her eyes suddenly. It was a portrait of Sakura, Syaoran and Cass, taken a week after his birth. They were all dressed in denim, Sakura wearing a pink shirt, Syaoran and Cass in green. They looked so happy in the picture, holding their brand new son.
'He should be sixteen months old now. . . getting close to two years old. He's probably talking and walking now, he doesn't even know us anymore. God, I miss that baby.' Sakura thought. Shaking her head to clear the memories, Sakura turned back to the file, reading through the papers quietly.
Syaoran was washing some dishes after dinner when Sakura walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Hey, I'm the one who does that." Syaoran commented, turning so he was facing Sakura. Sakura smiled slyly and cocked her head to the side.
"There's going to be some changes around here, Syaoran Li. You had better just get used to it." Sakura replied, running her hand down the front of Syaoran's tee shirt.
"You mean. . . you want to?" Syaoran asked. He shouted in glee as Sakura nodded, her face brightening. He picked her up and hugged her close as he swung her around, celebrating.
"I'll book a flight tonight. Oh Sakura, this is going to be so great!" Syaoran cried, kissing Sakura. She intensified the kiss, moving her hands under his shirt and over his chest. Syaoran stopped and looked at Sakura, who smiled sexily at him before turning and walking up the stairs.
"Maybe I'll book that flight tomorrow. . . " Syaoran said half to himself as he chased his wife up the stairs and into their bedroom.
"That's right, you heard me! Russia! Syaoran and I booked two tickets, and we're leaving in three weeks! I know, I'm excited too! I'll talk to you later, bye!" Sakura cried into the phone as Syaoran finished booking the tickets. He turned off the computer and laid back down next to Sakura, who laid her head on his bare chest and sighed.
"I can't believe we're doing this again. I never thought we'd be able to find another baby." Sakura breathed, playing with a few strands of Syaoran's even messier hair.
"I know. This time it's for keeps though, don't you worry." Syaoran replied, kissing Sakura's forehead gently. There was no doubt about it, this time Syaoran and Sakura were going to be parents. This time it was going to work.
Meanwhile, in a dirty apartment building on the other side of town, Angel paced the room angrily. She had a midterm the next day, and failing it would mean she would fail her class. Cass was in her arms, crying as he fiddled with his dirty blue shirt. Shaggy black hair covered the toddler's head, and his blue eyes were wet with tears. Agitated, Angel sat the boy down in his crib and retreated to her room, slamming the door. Cass wailed loudly, but to no avail. He was alone.
"Where is that bastard? How does he expect me to study and get a good grade if he's never home?!" Angel said to herself, lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag on it. She had lost a lot of weight in the past six months, and her eyes were tired and had bags under them. Marcus was rarely home, except when he needed money for something. Angel had two jobs on top of her schooling and caring for Cass.
"Asshole never comes home to take care of his own son. . . " Angel said again, staring at the picture of them the day they had gotten married. It was a month after they'd brought Cass home from the Li's. In the picture he was crying, but Angel and Marcus were grinning like idiots. Sighing heavily, Angel walked back out into the living room to Cass, who was still wailing.
"Shut up! Just shut the hell up!" Angel screamed, making Cass cry harder. Marcus walked through the door and saw Angel screaming at Cass, and he grabbed her arm roughly.
"What in the hell is wrong with you? He's scared to death!" Marcus growled, his green eyes blazing. Every time he came home it was the same thing; the apartment was filthy, and Angel was screaming at their kid.
"Well, he won't shut up, I have a midterm to study for, and YOU, you bastard. . . YOU ARE NEVER HERE TO HELP ME!" Angel screamed.
"And do you know why I'm never here?! Do you?? This place is a sty, and you never do anything to make it better! You stupid bitch, I should have stayed away when I had the chance!" Marcus bellowed. Angel slapped him across the face, her tears making a trail down her young face.
"You know what, just get what you came for, and get out. You don't do a damn thing around here, so why should I expect you to now?" Angel retorted, her anger subsiding.
"Fine. I'm outta here." Marcus spat, grabbing some money out of the cookie jar on top of the refrigerator and stalking out of the apartment. He slammed the door, and Cass began wailing again. Angel scooped him up into her arms and began to cry.
"All I wanted was you. I never wanted all this!" Angel wailed, walking into her bedroom and shutting the door.
*Well, that's another chapter for ya'll. I hope you all liked it, and please review for me. Next chapter: the trip to Russia! Woo! Thanks a lot, everyone!*
Fighting For My Family
Clouds rolled over the sky, blocking the sun for a few moments, then allowing warm rays to escape to the earth. Flowers were blooming in front of Sakura and Syaoran's house, which seemed alive in itself. In the backyard, white linens hung in the breeze, gently swaying as they dried. Syaoran sat on the swing in the back watching Sakura every so often. She was wearing a short blue sundress and light blue flip flops. Even with her hair tied back into a messy bun, she still looked beautiful as she pinned linens onto the line to dry. Syaoran diverted his attention back to the laptop as Sakura made her way back to the swing, her empty basket in hand.
"What are you doing on that computer? It's a beautiful day, let's make the most of it!" Sakura said cheerily, touching Syaoran's hand gently.
"Anything you say, baby." Syaoran replied, putting the laptop down and scooping his wife up into his arms, swinging her around as she squealed in delight. He put Sakura down suddenly, holding her by the waist to keep her balance.
"I have a surprise for you. Come see this." Syaoran said quietly, leading Sakura into his study after retrieving his laptop. Sakura walked with him into the room, a confused look on her pretty face. Syaoran pulled a folder out from his filing cabinet, and pulled Sakura onto his lap.
"What is this? What's going on, Syaoran? You know how much I hate surprises!" Sakura whined, her emerald eyes showing how perplexed she was.
"This, love, is research I have been doing for about four months now. At the end of last year, I decided that I wanted to make you happier than you've ever been. So I got online, and I've done all this research. Read it." Syaoran explained, handing the file to Sakura and hugging her gently as she read the top paper. She gasped loudly, and looked at Syaoran, her eyes wide. Syaoran's amber eyes stared back, waiting for a response.
"You've been. . . looking at adoption again?" Sakura asked, her voice trembling. Instead of the overjoyed smile Syaoran expected, Sakura frowned and got up off his lap.
"Sakura, keep reading. I have worked hard on this, and I think-" Syaoran started.
"It'll be just like. . . just like Cass. I'm sorry, Syaoran. I can't do it again. I can't go through the pain if we lose another one." Sakura said, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. Syaoran stood and faced Sakura, his eyes pleading.
"Listen to me. I'm not talking about adoption here. Not in the states." Syaoran stated, his voice serious.
"Another country? Have you looked into that as well?" Sakura asked, barely audible. Syaoran nodded and flipped to another page.
"Russia. . . we can adopt a baby from Russia?" Sakura said, her voice gaining a bit of volume.
"Yes. Adoptions in Russia are finalized. Most kids that are left in the orphanages have no connections to their parents at all. It's easy to adopt a baby from there." Syaoran explained, showing Sakura statistics he'd pulled from websites based in Russia.
"Let me think this over, Syaoran. You know how much I want a baby. . . to have a family with you. We've been trying all this time, almost four years. This is a lot of information to take in all at once. . . " Sakura whispered. She looked into Syaoran's eyes, and watched him nod.
"That's all I ask. This time things will be better. I promise." Syaoran said, kissing Sakura before walking out the door of the study. Sakura sat down in Syaoran's chair and glanced through the papers her husband had printed. It certainly did look like a viable option, and she desperately wanted a child. Sakura's eyes caught a picture on Syaoran's desk, and tears sprang to her eyes suddenly. It was a portrait of Sakura, Syaoran and Cass, taken a week after his birth. They were all dressed in denim, Sakura wearing a pink shirt, Syaoran and Cass in green. They looked so happy in the picture, holding their brand new son.
'He should be sixteen months old now. . . getting close to two years old. He's probably talking and walking now, he doesn't even know us anymore. God, I miss that baby.' Sakura thought. Shaking her head to clear the memories, Sakura turned back to the file, reading through the papers quietly.
Syaoran was washing some dishes after dinner when Sakura walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Hey, I'm the one who does that." Syaoran commented, turning so he was facing Sakura. Sakura smiled slyly and cocked her head to the side.
"There's going to be some changes around here, Syaoran Li. You had better just get used to it." Sakura replied, running her hand down the front of Syaoran's tee shirt.
"You mean. . . you want to?" Syaoran asked. He shouted in glee as Sakura nodded, her face brightening. He picked her up and hugged her close as he swung her around, celebrating.
"I'll book a flight tonight. Oh Sakura, this is going to be so great!" Syaoran cried, kissing Sakura. She intensified the kiss, moving her hands under his shirt and over his chest. Syaoran stopped and looked at Sakura, who smiled sexily at him before turning and walking up the stairs.
"Maybe I'll book that flight tomorrow. . . " Syaoran said half to himself as he chased his wife up the stairs and into their bedroom.
"That's right, you heard me! Russia! Syaoran and I booked two tickets, and we're leaving in three weeks! I know, I'm excited too! I'll talk to you later, bye!" Sakura cried into the phone as Syaoran finished booking the tickets. He turned off the computer and laid back down next to Sakura, who laid her head on his bare chest and sighed.
"I can't believe we're doing this again. I never thought we'd be able to find another baby." Sakura breathed, playing with a few strands of Syaoran's even messier hair.
"I know. This time it's for keeps though, don't you worry." Syaoran replied, kissing Sakura's forehead gently. There was no doubt about it, this time Syaoran and Sakura were going to be parents. This time it was going to work.
Meanwhile, in a dirty apartment building on the other side of town, Angel paced the room angrily. She had a midterm the next day, and failing it would mean she would fail her class. Cass was in her arms, crying as he fiddled with his dirty blue shirt. Shaggy black hair covered the toddler's head, and his blue eyes were wet with tears. Agitated, Angel sat the boy down in his crib and retreated to her room, slamming the door. Cass wailed loudly, but to no avail. He was alone.
"Where is that bastard? How does he expect me to study and get a good grade if he's never home?!" Angel said to herself, lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag on it. She had lost a lot of weight in the past six months, and her eyes were tired and had bags under them. Marcus was rarely home, except when he needed money for something. Angel had two jobs on top of her schooling and caring for Cass.
"Asshole never comes home to take care of his own son. . . " Angel said again, staring at the picture of them the day they had gotten married. It was a month after they'd brought Cass home from the Li's. In the picture he was crying, but Angel and Marcus were grinning like idiots. Sighing heavily, Angel walked back out into the living room to Cass, who was still wailing.
"Shut up! Just shut the hell up!" Angel screamed, making Cass cry harder. Marcus walked through the door and saw Angel screaming at Cass, and he grabbed her arm roughly.
"What in the hell is wrong with you? He's scared to death!" Marcus growled, his green eyes blazing. Every time he came home it was the same thing; the apartment was filthy, and Angel was screaming at their kid.
"Well, he won't shut up, I have a midterm to study for, and YOU, you bastard. . . YOU ARE NEVER HERE TO HELP ME!" Angel screamed.
"And do you know why I'm never here?! Do you?? This place is a sty, and you never do anything to make it better! You stupid bitch, I should have stayed away when I had the chance!" Marcus bellowed. Angel slapped him across the face, her tears making a trail down her young face.
"You know what, just get what you came for, and get out. You don't do a damn thing around here, so why should I expect you to now?" Angel retorted, her anger subsiding.
"Fine. I'm outta here." Marcus spat, grabbing some money out of the cookie jar on top of the refrigerator and stalking out of the apartment. He slammed the door, and Cass began wailing again. Angel scooped him up into her arms and began to cry.
"All I wanted was you. I never wanted all this!" Angel wailed, walking into her bedroom and shutting the door.
*Well, that's another chapter for ya'll. I hope you all liked it, and please review for me. Next chapter: the trip to Russia! Woo! Thanks a lot, everyone!*