Chapter 14: A Baby Story
Disclaimer: I don't own Barney or any of the songs he may sing. Nor do I Johnson and Johnson's baby shampoo or any other products produced by them. And I don't own the movie Jaws or any of it's music. And I really don't own that show, A Baby Story, which I just happened to name my chapter.
A/N: This chapter is the fluffiest and cutest chapter yet!!! AH!!!!
Oh, and the those who feel that the plot of this story is too weak, I can assure you that it about two chapters, it'll strengthen.
Start POV Sequence
Tomoyo: No, you don't need to say that. Only I am talking today
Skyfallen:... then what should I say
Tomoyo: Start the TOMOYO sequence
Skyfallen: you really want me to say that
Tomoyo: (GLARE)
Skyfallen:...-_-; alright! (coughstupidcharactersalwayswantitoutformecough)
Start TOMOYO Sequence
Tomoyo: It's been... about a week or so, I guess. It's funny, you know, the way that recording is. It allows you to replay moments that you may forget. Fujitaka has tons of tapes of Nadeshiko. I remember after she died, he would just sit there, half crying, half laughing, watching old home movies. About a month or so later, Touya, Sakura and I would watch it with him, kinda crying, but mostly laughing. I highly doubt that he could ever forget her. Or that Sakura could, for that matter. I just wish her death hadn't traumatized Sakura-chan so. I mean, I don't think it's just because she's afraid of losing the one she loves
Just watching my video tape of Sakura and Syaoran proves that.
....End TOMOYO Sequence
Tomoyo: (Grin) Start Story Mode
Skyfallen:....coughstealingmylinestoocough
Friday, December 21st
"Wait, put this on,"
Sakura smiled as Tomoyo placed an orange beret on her head. The two girls were going through their daily routine of setting up their outfits an an hour and a half before class started. Sakura's consisted of an orange plaid pleated skirt, a white short-sleeved ribbed shirt and now an orange beret.
Tomoyo stared at the beret, looking quite humourous in her periwinkle pajamas while trying to be serious. Fashion and directing was the only thing she was truly serious about anyway. "Let's try this," she tilted the beret to the side and smiled, "Much better,"
Sakura looked in the mirror and giggled, "I look like an orange," she looked up at her hat.
"A french orange," Kero took a bite out of the banana he was eating.
"I think you look cute," Tomoyo sat on Sakura's bed," I'm sure Syaoran will love it,"
Sakura inhaled sharply, "Syaoran," she whispered.
"Sakura, I think you two need to talk,"
She turned to her tomodachi, "We have nothing to talk about,"
Tomoyo rolled her eyes, "Ye~AH, You Do!" she crescendoed.
Sakura glared at her, "Tomoyo, please." She folded her arms, "This isn't any of your business,"
Kero stopped chewing. "Sakura!"
Tomoyo raised an eyebrow, "If you weren't so delirious on love, I would take that offensively.
"I'm not delirious on love!" she snapped, then looked away, "I don't know what I am,"
Tomoyo crossed her legs, "It's silly really, the relationship between you and Syaoran.
"You don't understand, Tomoyo."
"You're right, Sakura. I don't understand." she said, "But I do know this much. There is more to that 'Nadeshiko passing' isn't there?"
Sakura stared at the side wall, "I don't know what you are talking about."
Tomoyo tapped her finger to her temple in thought, "Maybe you don't."
"Huh?"
"Well," she thought, "Maybe you have something hidden deep within your psyche,"
"Something inside of me," Sakura whispered.
"Yeah, Eriol's taking psychology as his major (...) so it's rubbing off on me." she grinned, "He explained that sometimes when something traumatic happens, a person may have a phobia. In your case, it's the fear of falling in love. But they may forget why it happened and/or what they are really afraid of."
Sakura sighed, "I highly doubt it."
"Maybe you should talk to Eriol, he'll know what to do."
Kero laughed, "About her problems? Talk to Eriol?"
"I know what I said," Tomoyo grinned. Then she looked at the clock on Sakura's dresser, "Oh, I gotta get dressed."
Sakura nodded as Tomoyo made a beeline to her own room, Kero following her. Quietly, she shut the door behind her best friend and leaned against it. "Something's inside of me." she whispered, touching her chest, "Something's hidden in my heart,"
Unbeknownst to Sakura, the Clow/Sakura book was glowing (ah, don'tcha love that)
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Five hour jump, 11:00am
Sakura twirled her pen with the fluffy pink feathers on the end and sighed inwardly. Usually she loved her Home Economics class, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that Syaoran was watching her somewhere in the room. But as far as she could see, he hadn't come into class that day. A worried Sakura looked out the door, wondering what could have happened, but she dismissed the thought.
The pen slipped out of her hand. She reached down to get it when a hand behind her had clasped over it as well. She swallowed as their fingers touched.
"Oh, sorry," they whispered and let go.
Sakura mumbled and straightened up, "Syaoran." How could she have been so stupid, really! The number one rule about enemies: If you couldn't see them in your frontal vision, they are almost certainly behind you, waiting for their next move. Syaoran had already made one play. She wasn't exactly eager to see what he might do next.
But then again, maybe she was a bit curious.
"Okay class," Mr. Unmei said, "As it is the end of the term, we have to have an end of the term project,"
The majority of the class groaned.
"Now please, don't start jumping for joy," He smirked, "The project is more fun than I can make it sound, I promise."
One kid raised his hand.
"Yes, Mr. Adams."
"My brother had you last year. He said that you like doing the marriage project."
"Yes, I do, as a matter of fact." he smiled. "It's simple. Two people, who will be paired up together in mock matrimony, will be given jobs. Economically, they must stay on top of their spending and saving by keeping a budget. It's not so hard. I'm sure you'll get use to it. I'm starting today because it's just before you leave for vacation tomorrow. Then after you come back, you can start. I just wanted to give you an idea." he looked to Briar. "Is this the project you were talking about, Mr. Adams?"
"Yes,"
"Oh, and Mr. Adams?"
"Yes sir?"
Mr. Unmei smirked, "How is your brother and Miss Mitai?"
"Oh, Keiichi and Gloria are doing well sir. They said many couples come out of your class because of this and they can never thank you enough."
"Many couples indeed." he muttered to himself, involuntarily casting a glance toward Sakura and Syaoran. "So, I have to finish making up the list. I'll post it at twelve, after you kiddies leave." he stretched his arms, "Free period for everyone."
Sakura inhaled before biting her lip. This was going to be some project.
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one hour later- 12:00p.m.
A group of people crowded around the wall where the names were posted. The loud noise and random conversations that was within that mob of students were either good or bad, depending on how people were paired. People looked at each other with new eyes, some shy, some disgusted and all were glancing.
"Ah!" Sakura smiled, stretching. "I'm so glad I'm going home tomorrow!"
"Me, too!" Tomoyo said.
"Sakura, isn't that your class' list?" Eriol asked. He took Tomoyo's hand. "We got paired up."
"No kidding." Sakura smiled. "Does this mean that Mr. Unmei really does watch for who likes whom?"
"Yeah, Sakura." Tomoyo smiled. "Don't you know that Mr. Unmei's like a matchmaker?"
"Matchmaker?"
"Yeah, he's really good at keeping an eye out for things." Tomoyo laughed as Eriol pulled her closer. "He sets up the couples in their Freshman year and they stay together forever."
Suddenly, Sakura felt some what cold. She rubbed her arms around herself. It was somewhat frightening at how accurate he could be.
Eriol let Tomoyo place her head on his shoulder. "Do you wanna go check the bulletin board to see who you got?"
"Not really, no..."
"Oh Sakura! You have to face up to it. You obviously didn't get anyone looking here. No one is looking for you."
"Can't I look later?" Sakura begged. "Pleeeeze!"
"You're an adult now, Sakura. I don't think I have any control over your decisions, though I wish I did." Tomoyo sighed. "If I did, I would have control over who you went out with."
Sakura growled. "Not this again, Tomoyo!"
"I was telling her about the psychology thing, Eriol. About how things are deeply rooted into your heart."
"Ah, I see." Eriol smiled. "We should talk sometimes, Sakura."
"I really don't think so. I'd probably end up going crazy." Sakura laughed. The trio walked along, passing a couple of classrooms, trying to get to the lunchroom.
"But I think that you do love Syaoran, Sakura." Tomoyo said, elbowing her. "You make a cute couple."
"Cute couple or not, I don't think that it will work out." she said.
"No matter how cute he looks." Tomoyo egged.
Sakura hesitated. "No."
"Or how badly you want to be held by him." Eriol teased.
"N-..no..." she said weakly.
"Or when his eyes proclaim his love?" Tomoyo nudged
Eriol joined in. "His hands caressing your back?"
"Or how much you want his lips to touch yours like a wildfire touching the stars?!?"
The trio turned around to see Mr. Unmei with his arms folded. Syaoran stood next to him, holding a baby in his arms. It was kinda cute, really. The baby was covered in a white blanket with light blue outlines of teddy bears (Like mine when I was younger) and gurgled. Syaoran held it near his chest and holding up it's head, so gently.
Tomoyo leaned into Sakura's ear. "What are you thinking about?"
An image of herself and Syaoran holding a baby entered her mind. They smiled at each other and leaned in to kiss.
Sakura felt her face flush. "I... nothing."
"Whose baby, Syaoran?"
"This," he rocked the baby, "Is Miko, Mrs. Mitzuki's baby. I take care of her every once in a while."
Sakura felt her heart melt. That was so cute!
"So, Sakura." Mr. Unmei smiled. "You haven't checked the lists, yet?"
Syaoran blushed and looked away. Sakura followed suit. "No, I haven't."
"Well, I'll tell you who your husband for the project is." he put a finger up mouth, tapping it on the side of his chin. "Now, who was Sakura's paired up with?"
"Oh, we really don't know, Mr. Unmei." Eriol said, sarcastically. "Can you tell us who Sakura's lifetime partner will be?"
"Ah... Oh yeah! Who will Sakura be fated to match with?" Tomoyo added, giving a reassuring look to Eriol.
"Oh, I remember now!" Mr. Unmei grinned, then put a hand on Syaoran's shoulder. "Why didn't you speak up?"
"Hoe...." Sakura whispered. Something in the back of her mind told her that this would be the outcome, but seriously... there was a tremour of doubt behind it.
"Syaoran is your new husband." He used the same hand he was holding his shoulder with to push him toward Sakura. In order for him not to topple on to her, she reached out to grab his forearms. Syaoran stumbled until his chin brushed the top of Sakura's head, baby in between them.
"Sakura-chan." he mumbled. "I hope you don't mind."
She didn't answer him. Instead, she focused on her breathing since she was sure that he could hear her heart beating.
"I didn't plan for this to happen. I'm sor-"
"Don't be." she whispered. "It's okay."
"erHEM!" Mr. Unmei coughed. The two jumped away from each other. He chucked to himself and exited..
"Come on, you two." Tomoyo looped her arm around Sakura's. "Let's get to lunch." Syaoran turned and handed Miko back to Mr. Unmei.
"Um Syaoran, Sakura? I'd like to talk to you for a moment."
He lead the two of them to his classroom and sat behind the desk, the baby on his lap, leaning on his chest to stay upright, gurgling and giggling.
"What's wrong, Mr. Unmei?"
"I-uh... hmmmm..." he paused, then began again. "Okay, Mrs. Mitzuki and her husband is leaving town today and early tomorrow,"
Sakura swallowed. 'He's not gonna do that.... no way...'
"And since you both are trustworthy and now mock married, I suggested" he bit his lip, "that you were responsible enough to take care of Miko."
They exchanged looks.
"Now I understand if you can't or don't want to do this. I can always take care of her. But she wanted me to ask you to do so."
Miko stretched her hands out. "Sy... Sy.." she muttered, trying to grasp for Syaoran.
He sighed and reached for her, smiling. "I don't know..."
Sakura watched him. He really did love that baby. She sighed. "I can do it."
Syaoran glanced at her. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I'll do it... but I don't know much about babies."
"I can teach you." Syaoran smirked. "I grew up with a whole family of them. You learn fast."
Mr. Unmei smiled. "I'll tell her how you feel about it right now." he stepped out of the classroom and smirked.
The cards would definitely like this.
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planning jolt- 5:30p.m.
Mei-Lin raised an eyebrow. "Run that by me again. You want me to what?"
Eriol sighed. "I would like it if you and Sakura, just for today, could trade dormrooms. Besides, we're all leaving tomorrow anyway."
"No, why would I do something like that for her?" They were in Syaoran and Mei-Lin's dormroom, Mei-Lin stretched out of the couch. Eriol stood by the arm of the long chair.
"Because you're not in health and can afford to live without your spouse. Besides, she would appreciate it."
Mei-Lin made a face. "Why would I care about what she would appreciate? She's just been a pain in my side for over 8 years. Even after Syaoran and I went back to China, she was the only person he ever talked about and was so in love with her, he couldn't even get enough courage to visit her! And now, by chance, fate has intervened and brought them together in the same university! How unfair is that?"
Eriol shoved her feet out of the way and sat next to her. "Unfair to you, yes. But you're not in love with him."
"What are you talking about." She crossed her arms and pouted, looking over to the corner. "Of course I am!"
"No, you're not." Eriol smiled. "I can tell. Remember, I thought I was in love with Sakura, but I'm with Tomoyo because I love her."
"What do you know what love is anyway?" she barked at him.
"It's not like I can define it." he rolled his eyes and stood up to leave. "Do what you want." he left Mei-Lin in a fury.
She watched him leave, silently shutting the door. She huffed. "What do you know, anyway?" she muttered under her breath.
"Who was that?" Syaoran came out from his room, holding the baby. He stroked it's fine and thin hair back. Miko giggled happily.
Mei-Lin hesitated. "Oh... no one of importance." she looked at the child. Surprisingly enough, it looked like what Sakura and Syaoran's baby would look if it were real. Dark brown hair, green eyes, narrow like Syaoran's, visage like Sakura's. Miko was the perfect mix.
She swallowed. "Syaoran, I have a question."
"Shoot." he sat down next to her on the couch. Miko curled into his lap.
"If... I did something that would bring you closer to Sakura, would it make you happy?"
Syaoran widened his eyes. "What are you talking about?"
"Exactly what I said." she stroked Miko's thin hair. "Tell the truth."
He kissed the top of Miko's head. "Yeah, it would."
Mei-Lin made her face unreadable for a moment. "Then I'll do it."
"Do what?"
She smiled. "I just need to talk to... someone unimportant.... give me half an hour."
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A half an hour later... 6:00p.m.
"Are you sure that this is what you want to do?" Sakura asked Tomoyo, who was packing her bags to head off to Eriol's.
"Are you joking?" Tomoyo grinned. "I finally have an excuse to go over there and stay there for a day." she laughed. "Now that we're 'married'." she chuckled.
"Yeah I guess so." Sakura said, thoughtfully. "Hey, Tomoyo?" Sakura whispered. "If he asked you to marry him, would you?"
Tomoyo stopped what she was doing and thought for a moment. "If Eriol asked me to marry him, like right this second or like in two years?"
"Like, right this second."
She tapped her finger to her chin. "I'm not sure. But I would seriously consider it."
"You love him that much?"
"Yeah," Tomoyo smiled. "I do, the little dork. But that's him... and I love every second when I'm with him and mourn every second without him." she grinned. "The stupid idiot."
"hmm.." Kero murmured, sitting on the bed. "A gaki..."
Sakura felt something tug at her heartstrings. She smiled, "I'm glad you love him so much." she followed Tomoyo, who was carrying her bags, to the door.
Tomoyo got there first and pulled it open...
...to Syaoran, who was about to knock.
"Oh, wow!" Tomoyo grinned, guiltily, one hand behind her head. "I had no idea you were coming, Syaoran!"
Sakura glared at her. "Don't quit your day job."
Tomoyo put her hand down. "Was it something I said?"
"No, you're just a bad actor." Sakura sighed. Syaoran looked so cute though, completely clueless and with a baby in his arms, who clutched his neck.
"I'm sorry." Syaoran said. "Am I not suppose to be here?"
Tomoyo stamped on her foot to let Sakura know that she was staring. "No, you're suppose to be here." Sakura said. "I guess it only makes sense."
"Now, ya see!" Tomoyo smiled. "It works. I'm going to Eriol's, and you will be here.... alone... with Sakura!"
"Tomoyo?" Sakura mumbled.
"Hm?"
"Run..."
"eep!" Tomoyo bolted out the door. When Sakura was about to chase after her, Syaoran grabbed her middle and promptly carried a raving Sakura back into the apartment, closing the door with his foot. He then placed her, Miko and all of their baggage on the couch while he locked it.
He crossed his arms and leaned on the door. "So..."
"So... what?" she replied.
He shrugged. "I'm not sure." he glanced at the kitchen. "Have you eaten yet?"
"No, but..." she watched Syaoran enter the kitchen. "Syaoran!"
"Sy!!" Miko giggled. She liked this game.
Sakura carried the baby and walked to the kitchen. "You don't have to make dinner."
He looked at her over his shoulder. "Are you gonna help?" he bent over and looked into the fridge.
Sakura swallowed and closed her eyes as Syaoran was giving her a rather nice shot of ... himself. "Fine, I'll help." she jiggled the baby. "But what am I suppose to do with her?"
Syaoran stood up. He motioned for her to follow him. They walked to the living room.
"Okay, get a blanket, preferably a comforter." he took the baby from her. "I'll do the rest."
The rest, as it seemed was popping in a tape of Barney and placing a happy baby on the comforter with lots of toys and trinkets, like her teddy bear blanket.
"Banky!" she squealed, as Syaoran handed it to her. Sakura couldn't help but smile at the paternal part of Syaoran that she never saw before. Except for when he was feeling over-protective of her, but that didn't really count.
He slowly turned around, so that he caught her looking at him. She looked away quickly.
"Come on, let's make dinner." He took her hand and led her to the kitchen.
"What exactly are we making?" she asked, sliding her hand out of his.
"For us, on this cold, December night," he said, taking out five tomatoes, three carrots, and two potatoes, "Vegetable soup, and..." he stuck his head back into the refrigerator, "Garlic bread. Hot apple juice for Miko over there."
Barney started singing "Do Your Ears Hang Low." Miko was singing along as best she could.
They began to boil the water. Syaoran handed Sakura a carrot and a knife. (I'm not sure if that's a good mix (8~o)
While Syaoran was chopping vegetables a mile a minute, Sakura slowly contemplated what the night would hold. The surprise of Syaoran being her husband was enough, but this was nothing compared to having a baby... though it wasn't legally theirs. Of course, her thinking made her chop much slower than she had intended. Syaoran was done with all the vegetables by the time Sakura had made it 1/4 of the way through her carrot.
"Sakura?" Syaoran startled her out of her thoughts.
She looked up at him. For a moment, she was surprised that he was there. "Yes?"
"I...uh," Syaoran forced himself not to fall into her emerald eyes. "You're cutting too slowly."
"What?"
He smirked. "Let me help you." he stood behind her and took the hand holding the knife into his own. He eclipsed her other hand into his as well, holding on to the knife and began chopping the carrot up into thin strips, then into chunks.
Sakura's hands trembled within his grasp and unfortunately for her, he noticed. Everytime he tried to steady them by holding on tighter, she would shake a little more. Her heart trembled and beat wildly, especially when he placed the knife on the table and made her hands scoop up the carrot chips, though his hands were around hers. They dropped them into the water.
She smiled. "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
They both turned to the side to see a fuzzy, golden guardian flying in the air.
"Ah, the stuffed animal." Syaoran said, glaring at him. He was stealing his Sakura-time.
"Ah, the gaki." Kero countered. "Who just happens to be snuggling with the card mistress."
Sakura blushed and slinked out of Syaoran's arms. She wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly feeling a lot colder than before.
Kero squealed, "FOOD!"
"Yes, food." Syaoran growled. He was having a good time holding Sakura, but noooooo, his Sakura-time had to be stolen from him.... by a stuffed animal. He grabbed a couple of rolls and buttered them, then added garlic power. 'It isn't fair.' He turned to Sakura, who was laughing away with Miko and Kero on the floor. 'Barney isn't all that funny. ' he sighed and threw the bread into the oven.
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8:00p.m.
Dinner was an interesting event. Syaoran had almost forgotten what it was like to eat with a baby at the table. Almost, he didn't forget completely. Miko was just the perfect little angelic 1-year-old when she was watching Barney. But when she was eating, spills and messes occurred. Let's just say that when Miko tried the soup, the bowl didn't exactly end up in her mouth, but more like Syaoran.
Miko." Syaoran said. They were bathing her in the tub.
"yesh?"
Syaoran pointed to Sakura. "This is Sakura. Can you say that?"
"Sa."
"No, no, Sakura."
"Sa!" she gurgled. "Sa Sa SA!" she yelled. "Sa sa sa....." she started making a song out of the syllable 'Sa'. (my cousin did that to me once, only it was Ri. I don't even have a Ri in my name.)
"I think my name is Sa to her." Sakura said, pouring Johnson and Johnson's baby shampoo into her hair. She giggled at Sakura's fingertips.
"You're tickling her." Syaoran smiled. Sakura looked back and grinned.
(insert Jaws music.)
Bum bum...
A fin swims around the baby.
Bum bum...
It comes closer.
Bum bum bum bum...
It swims to the baby's stomach.
Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum...
It attacks....
"ga!!!" Miko laughed as Kero with a fin strapped onto his back and little goggles tickled her silly.
Kero sat on the edge of the tub. "She looks so cute." Kero mused. "She even looks like she could be you're kid."
The two 18-year olds exchanged glances. Sakura bit her lip.
Syaoran smiled. "Sakura would make a great mother."
"SA!"
"It looks like she agrees." Syaoran said, smiling.
Sakura thought for a moment. "A mother, huh?" she stroked Miko's chubby cheek. "I think she's ready to come out of the tub."
Syaoran brought out the towel and Sakura stood her up so Syaoran could scoop her into his arms. She squirmed in his arms for a moment, before wrapping her arms around his neck. "Sy."
"Yeah, shhh..." he said, whispering. Sakura followed them into the living room, where most of the baby things still were kept. They oiled her, powdered her, and diapered her until she smelled as fresh as a... baby's bottom!
Kero flew in and curled onto his little bed on the Sakura's dresser in her room. Swimming made him tired.
"That's so cute!" Sakura said, referring to the little nightgown he pulled out for her.
He put on the nightgown and handed her to Sakura. "Here."
Sakura took her, not knowing exactly what to do and hoping that her maternal instincts were gonna kick in.
They did.
She placed the baby's head in her hand, balancing her on her arm, the other arm holding up her back. She slowly rocked her back and forth.
"See," Syaoran placed his arms around her middle. "I knew that you would be a great mother."
She smiled. "Maybe." She walked out of his arms and sat on the couch. He followed suit, putting an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close.
Sakura didn't flinch away. Instead, she picked up the remote and turned on the television then the VCR. "Tomoyo was watching something earlier, I never got to ask her what."
She pushed play...
The tape that Tomoyo was watching was of the night when they went out to go eat. Of course, the tape showed none of that, just the part when Sakura and Syaoran were talking. ... and the parts where they were doing more than talking.
Syaoran looked down, as if he was ashamed of what he had done. Sakura didn't know what to say. It had been a majority non-S&S day, except for that incident in the hallway... and what happened in the kitchen. But other than that, it had been S&S free.
and now... Now kinda counts.
So Sakura didn't say anything.
But what she did... that was different.
Slowly, hesitantly, she placed a hand on Syaoran's cheek. He jumped, startled at the soft, feather-like hand that was on his face.
"Sakura?" he whispered.
"I... I just have to talk to one person, okay?" she said, staring into his eyes. "Just one.." she kissed his cheek. "Okay?"
"...okay." he whispered, then kissed her forhead. "I trust you know what you're doing."
She smiled and turned off the television. All was silent.
Saturday, December 22
8:30- day jumped
Sakura woke up first. She had somehow fallen asleep with the baby on top of Syaoran. She blinked. "Hoee...." she mumbled.
Syaoran woke up and blinked at the sunlight invading the apartment. Then he blinked as Sakura. "...Good morning."
She stared at him with sleepy eyes. "One word, just one word about this and I'll hurt you."
"Fair enough." he let her roll off of him then handed her the baby. Miko clung to Sakura faster than saran wrap because of the loss of heat and warmth. "I'm making breakfast."
"What's for breakfast?" she rubbed her eyes.
"Omlettes." he muttered. "And pancakes,"
"Pancakes?" she smiled as Miko's eyes opened.
"Yes, pancakes." he said, looking up and watching Sakura. The light was coming through the blinds, framing her and Miko. She looked almost angelical. Syaoran got up and held her in his arms, rocking her as she rocked Miko.
Sakura looked up...
... and Syaoran looked down.
And they kissed. It was a simple as that.
End Story Mode
Start POV Sequence
Tomoyo: Life is just a movie through a polkadotted T.V. set and the director is you. I think Sakura's just figured that out. But perhaps she just needed to turn on the television.
Sakura: All I need to do is talk to him. Everything will fall into place when I talk to the one person who can tell me the truth.
My father.
End POV Sequence
A/N: Wasn't that just the cutest thing you ever did see? but there are a lot of secrets hidden in that chapter, especially Miko. Oops, did I just drop a hint? Anyway, the next couple of chapters (or chapter, I dunno) will end the first semester (there are two) here in the world known as Heavenly Hearts.
Ja ne!!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Barney or any of the songs he may sing. Nor do I Johnson and Johnson's baby shampoo or any other products produced by them. And I don't own the movie Jaws or any of it's music. And I really don't own that show, A Baby Story, which I just happened to name my chapter.
A/N: This chapter is the fluffiest and cutest chapter yet!!! AH!!!!
Oh, and the those who feel that the plot of this story is too weak, I can assure you that it about two chapters, it'll strengthen.
Start POV Sequence
Tomoyo: No, you don't need to say that. Only I am talking today
Skyfallen:... then what should I say
Tomoyo: Start the TOMOYO sequence
Skyfallen: you really want me to say that
Tomoyo: (GLARE)
Skyfallen:...-_-; alright! (coughstupidcharactersalwayswantitoutformecough)
Start TOMOYO Sequence
Tomoyo: It's been... about a week or so, I guess. It's funny, you know, the way that recording is. It allows you to replay moments that you may forget. Fujitaka has tons of tapes of Nadeshiko. I remember after she died, he would just sit there, half crying, half laughing, watching old home movies. About a month or so later, Touya, Sakura and I would watch it with him, kinda crying, but mostly laughing. I highly doubt that he could ever forget her. Or that Sakura could, for that matter. I just wish her death hadn't traumatized Sakura-chan so. I mean, I don't think it's just because she's afraid of losing the one she loves
Just watching my video tape of Sakura and Syaoran proves that.
....End TOMOYO Sequence
Tomoyo: (Grin) Start Story Mode
Skyfallen:....coughstealingmylinestoocough
Friday, December 21st
"Wait, put this on,"
Sakura smiled as Tomoyo placed an orange beret on her head. The two girls were going through their daily routine of setting up their outfits an an hour and a half before class started. Sakura's consisted of an orange plaid pleated skirt, a white short-sleeved ribbed shirt and now an orange beret.
Tomoyo stared at the beret, looking quite humourous in her periwinkle pajamas while trying to be serious. Fashion and directing was the only thing she was truly serious about anyway. "Let's try this," she tilted the beret to the side and smiled, "Much better,"
Sakura looked in the mirror and giggled, "I look like an orange," she looked up at her hat.
"A french orange," Kero took a bite out of the banana he was eating.
"I think you look cute," Tomoyo sat on Sakura's bed," I'm sure Syaoran will love it,"
Sakura inhaled sharply, "Syaoran," she whispered.
"Sakura, I think you two need to talk,"
She turned to her tomodachi, "We have nothing to talk about,"
Tomoyo rolled her eyes, "Ye~AH, You Do!" she crescendoed.
Sakura glared at her, "Tomoyo, please." She folded her arms, "This isn't any of your business,"
Kero stopped chewing. "Sakura!"
Tomoyo raised an eyebrow, "If you weren't so delirious on love, I would take that offensively.
"I'm not delirious on love!" she snapped, then looked away, "I don't know what I am,"
Tomoyo crossed her legs, "It's silly really, the relationship between you and Syaoran.
"You don't understand, Tomoyo."
"You're right, Sakura. I don't understand." she said, "But I do know this much. There is more to that 'Nadeshiko passing' isn't there?"
Sakura stared at the side wall, "I don't know what you are talking about."
Tomoyo tapped her finger to her temple in thought, "Maybe you don't."
"Huh?"
"Well," she thought, "Maybe you have something hidden deep within your psyche,"
"Something inside of me," Sakura whispered.
"Yeah, Eriol's taking psychology as his major (...) so it's rubbing off on me." she grinned, "He explained that sometimes when something traumatic happens, a person may have a phobia. In your case, it's the fear of falling in love. But they may forget why it happened and/or what they are really afraid of."
Sakura sighed, "I highly doubt it."
"Maybe you should talk to Eriol, he'll know what to do."
Kero laughed, "About her problems? Talk to Eriol?"
"I know what I said," Tomoyo grinned. Then she looked at the clock on Sakura's dresser, "Oh, I gotta get dressed."
Sakura nodded as Tomoyo made a beeline to her own room, Kero following her. Quietly, she shut the door behind her best friend and leaned against it. "Something's inside of me." she whispered, touching her chest, "Something's hidden in my heart,"
Unbeknownst to Sakura, the Clow/Sakura book was glowing (ah, don'tcha love that)
*~(*~*~*)~*
Five hour jump, 11:00am
Sakura twirled her pen with the fluffy pink feathers on the end and sighed inwardly. Usually she loved her Home Economics class, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that Syaoran was watching her somewhere in the room. But as far as she could see, he hadn't come into class that day. A worried Sakura looked out the door, wondering what could have happened, but she dismissed the thought.
The pen slipped out of her hand. She reached down to get it when a hand behind her had clasped over it as well. She swallowed as their fingers touched.
"Oh, sorry," they whispered and let go.
Sakura mumbled and straightened up, "Syaoran." How could she have been so stupid, really! The number one rule about enemies: If you couldn't see them in your frontal vision, they are almost certainly behind you, waiting for their next move. Syaoran had already made one play. She wasn't exactly eager to see what he might do next.
But then again, maybe she was a bit curious.
"Okay class," Mr. Unmei said, "As it is the end of the term, we have to have an end of the term project,"
The majority of the class groaned.
"Now please, don't start jumping for joy," He smirked, "The project is more fun than I can make it sound, I promise."
One kid raised his hand.
"Yes, Mr. Adams."
"My brother had you last year. He said that you like doing the marriage project."
"Yes, I do, as a matter of fact." he smiled. "It's simple. Two people, who will be paired up together in mock matrimony, will be given jobs. Economically, they must stay on top of their spending and saving by keeping a budget. It's not so hard. I'm sure you'll get use to it. I'm starting today because it's just before you leave for vacation tomorrow. Then after you come back, you can start. I just wanted to give you an idea." he looked to Briar. "Is this the project you were talking about, Mr. Adams?"
"Yes,"
"Oh, and Mr. Adams?"
"Yes sir?"
Mr. Unmei smirked, "How is your brother and Miss Mitai?"
"Oh, Keiichi and Gloria are doing well sir. They said many couples come out of your class because of this and they can never thank you enough."
"Many couples indeed." he muttered to himself, involuntarily casting a glance toward Sakura and Syaoran. "So, I have to finish making up the list. I'll post it at twelve, after you kiddies leave." he stretched his arms, "Free period for everyone."
Sakura inhaled before biting her lip. This was going to be some project.
*~(*~*~*)~*
one hour later- 12:00p.m.
A group of people crowded around the wall where the names were posted. The loud noise and random conversations that was within that mob of students were either good or bad, depending on how people were paired. People looked at each other with new eyes, some shy, some disgusted and all were glancing.
"Ah!" Sakura smiled, stretching. "I'm so glad I'm going home tomorrow!"
"Me, too!" Tomoyo said.
"Sakura, isn't that your class' list?" Eriol asked. He took Tomoyo's hand. "We got paired up."
"No kidding." Sakura smiled. "Does this mean that Mr. Unmei really does watch for who likes whom?"
"Yeah, Sakura." Tomoyo smiled. "Don't you know that Mr. Unmei's like a matchmaker?"
"Matchmaker?"
"Yeah, he's really good at keeping an eye out for things." Tomoyo laughed as Eriol pulled her closer. "He sets up the couples in their Freshman year and they stay together forever."
Suddenly, Sakura felt some what cold. She rubbed her arms around herself. It was somewhat frightening at how accurate he could be.
Eriol let Tomoyo place her head on his shoulder. "Do you wanna go check the bulletin board to see who you got?"
"Not really, no..."
"Oh Sakura! You have to face up to it. You obviously didn't get anyone looking here. No one is looking for you."
"Can't I look later?" Sakura begged. "Pleeeeze!"
"You're an adult now, Sakura. I don't think I have any control over your decisions, though I wish I did." Tomoyo sighed. "If I did, I would have control over who you went out with."
Sakura growled. "Not this again, Tomoyo!"
"I was telling her about the psychology thing, Eriol. About how things are deeply rooted into your heart."
"Ah, I see." Eriol smiled. "We should talk sometimes, Sakura."
"I really don't think so. I'd probably end up going crazy." Sakura laughed. The trio walked along, passing a couple of classrooms, trying to get to the lunchroom.
"But I think that you do love Syaoran, Sakura." Tomoyo said, elbowing her. "You make a cute couple."
"Cute couple or not, I don't think that it will work out." she said.
"No matter how cute he looks." Tomoyo egged.
Sakura hesitated. "No."
"Or how badly you want to be held by him." Eriol teased.
"N-..no..." she said weakly.
"Or when his eyes proclaim his love?" Tomoyo nudged
Eriol joined in. "His hands caressing your back?"
"Or how much you want his lips to touch yours like a wildfire touching the stars?!?"
The trio turned around to see Mr. Unmei with his arms folded. Syaoran stood next to him, holding a baby in his arms. It was kinda cute, really. The baby was covered in a white blanket with light blue outlines of teddy bears (Like mine when I was younger) and gurgled. Syaoran held it near his chest and holding up it's head, so gently.
Tomoyo leaned into Sakura's ear. "What are you thinking about?"
An image of herself and Syaoran holding a baby entered her mind. They smiled at each other and leaned in to kiss.
Sakura felt her face flush. "I... nothing."
"Whose baby, Syaoran?"
"This," he rocked the baby, "Is Miko, Mrs. Mitzuki's baby. I take care of her every once in a while."
Sakura felt her heart melt. That was so cute!
"So, Sakura." Mr. Unmei smiled. "You haven't checked the lists, yet?"
Syaoran blushed and looked away. Sakura followed suit. "No, I haven't."
"Well, I'll tell you who your husband for the project is." he put a finger up mouth, tapping it on the side of his chin. "Now, who was Sakura's paired up with?"
"Oh, we really don't know, Mr. Unmei." Eriol said, sarcastically. "Can you tell us who Sakura's lifetime partner will be?"
"Ah... Oh yeah! Who will Sakura be fated to match with?" Tomoyo added, giving a reassuring look to Eriol.
"Oh, I remember now!" Mr. Unmei grinned, then put a hand on Syaoran's shoulder. "Why didn't you speak up?"
"Hoe...." Sakura whispered. Something in the back of her mind told her that this would be the outcome, but seriously... there was a tremour of doubt behind it.
"Syaoran is your new husband." He used the same hand he was holding his shoulder with to push him toward Sakura. In order for him not to topple on to her, she reached out to grab his forearms. Syaoran stumbled until his chin brushed the top of Sakura's head, baby in between them.
"Sakura-chan." he mumbled. "I hope you don't mind."
She didn't answer him. Instead, she focused on her breathing since she was sure that he could hear her heart beating.
"I didn't plan for this to happen. I'm sor-"
"Don't be." she whispered. "It's okay."
"erHEM!" Mr. Unmei coughed. The two jumped away from each other. He chucked to himself and exited..
"Come on, you two." Tomoyo looped her arm around Sakura's. "Let's get to lunch." Syaoran turned and handed Miko back to Mr. Unmei.
"Um Syaoran, Sakura? I'd like to talk to you for a moment."
He lead the two of them to his classroom and sat behind the desk, the baby on his lap, leaning on his chest to stay upright, gurgling and giggling.
"What's wrong, Mr. Unmei?"
"I-uh... hmmmm..." he paused, then began again. "Okay, Mrs. Mitzuki and her husband is leaving town today and early tomorrow,"
Sakura swallowed. 'He's not gonna do that.... no way...'
"And since you both are trustworthy and now mock married, I suggested" he bit his lip, "that you were responsible enough to take care of Miko."
They exchanged looks.
"Now I understand if you can't or don't want to do this. I can always take care of her. But she wanted me to ask you to do so."
Miko stretched her hands out. "Sy... Sy.." she muttered, trying to grasp for Syaoran.
He sighed and reached for her, smiling. "I don't know..."
Sakura watched him. He really did love that baby. She sighed. "I can do it."
Syaoran glanced at her. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I'll do it... but I don't know much about babies."
"I can teach you." Syaoran smirked. "I grew up with a whole family of them. You learn fast."
Mr. Unmei smiled. "I'll tell her how you feel about it right now." he stepped out of the classroom and smirked.
The cards would definitely like this.
*~(*~*~*)~*
planning jolt- 5:30p.m.
Mei-Lin raised an eyebrow. "Run that by me again. You want me to what?"
Eriol sighed. "I would like it if you and Sakura, just for today, could trade dormrooms. Besides, we're all leaving tomorrow anyway."
"No, why would I do something like that for her?" They were in Syaoran and Mei-Lin's dormroom, Mei-Lin stretched out of the couch. Eriol stood by the arm of the long chair.
"Because you're not in health and can afford to live without your spouse. Besides, she would appreciate it."
Mei-Lin made a face. "Why would I care about what she would appreciate? She's just been a pain in my side for over 8 years. Even after Syaoran and I went back to China, she was the only person he ever talked about and was so in love with her, he couldn't even get enough courage to visit her! And now, by chance, fate has intervened and brought them together in the same university! How unfair is that?"
Eriol shoved her feet out of the way and sat next to her. "Unfair to you, yes. But you're not in love with him."
"What are you talking about." She crossed her arms and pouted, looking over to the corner. "Of course I am!"
"No, you're not." Eriol smiled. "I can tell. Remember, I thought I was in love with Sakura, but I'm with Tomoyo because I love her."
"What do you know what love is anyway?" she barked at him.
"It's not like I can define it." he rolled his eyes and stood up to leave. "Do what you want." he left Mei-Lin in a fury.
She watched him leave, silently shutting the door. She huffed. "What do you know, anyway?" she muttered under her breath.
"Who was that?" Syaoran came out from his room, holding the baby. He stroked it's fine and thin hair back. Miko giggled happily.
Mei-Lin hesitated. "Oh... no one of importance." she looked at the child. Surprisingly enough, it looked like what Sakura and Syaoran's baby would look if it were real. Dark brown hair, green eyes, narrow like Syaoran's, visage like Sakura's. Miko was the perfect mix.
She swallowed. "Syaoran, I have a question."
"Shoot." he sat down next to her on the couch. Miko curled into his lap.
"If... I did something that would bring you closer to Sakura, would it make you happy?"
Syaoran widened his eyes. "What are you talking about?"
"Exactly what I said." she stroked Miko's thin hair. "Tell the truth."
He kissed the top of Miko's head. "Yeah, it would."
Mei-Lin made her face unreadable for a moment. "Then I'll do it."
"Do what?"
She smiled. "I just need to talk to... someone unimportant.... give me half an hour."
*~(*~*~*)~*
A half an hour later... 6:00p.m.
"Are you sure that this is what you want to do?" Sakura asked Tomoyo, who was packing her bags to head off to Eriol's.
"Are you joking?" Tomoyo grinned. "I finally have an excuse to go over there and stay there for a day." she laughed. "Now that we're 'married'." she chuckled.
"Yeah I guess so." Sakura said, thoughtfully. "Hey, Tomoyo?" Sakura whispered. "If he asked you to marry him, would you?"
Tomoyo stopped what she was doing and thought for a moment. "If Eriol asked me to marry him, like right this second or like in two years?"
"Like, right this second."
She tapped her finger to her chin. "I'm not sure. But I would seriously consider it."
"You love him that much?"
"Yeah," Tomoyo smiled. "I do, the little dork. But that's him... and I love every second when I'm with him and mourn every second without him." she grinned. "The stupid idiot."
"hmm.." Kero murmured, sitting on the bed. "A gaki..."
Sakura felt something tug at her heartstrings. She smiled, "I'm glad you love him so much." she followed Tomoyo, who was carrying her bags, to the door.
Tomoyo got there first and pulled it open...
...to Syaoran, who was about to knock.
"Oh, wow!" Tomoyo grinned, guiltily, one hand behind her head. "I had no idea you were coming, Syaoran!"
Sakura glared at her. "Don't quit your day job."
Tomoyo put her hand down. "Was it something I said?"
"No, you're just a bad actor." Sakura sighed. Syaoran looked so cute though, completely clueless and with a baby in his arms, who clutched his neck.
"I'm sorry." Syaoran said. "Am I not suppose to be here?"
Tomoyo stamped on her foot to let Sakura know that she was staring. "No, you're suppose to be here." Sakura said. "I guess it only makes sense."
"Now, ya see!" Tomoyo smiled. "It works. I'm going to Eriol's, and you will be here.... alone... with Sakura!"
"Tomoyo?" Sakura mumbled.
"Hm?"
"Run..."
"eep!" Tomoyo bolted out the door. When Sakura was about to chase after her, Syaoran grabbed her middle and promptly carried a raving Sakura back into the apartment, closing the door with his foot. He then placed her, Miko and all of their baggage on the couch while he locked it.
He crossed his arms and leaned on the door. "So..."
"So... what?" she replied.
He shrugged. "I'm not sure." he glanced at the kitchen. "Have you eaten yet?"
"No, but..." she watched Syaoran enter the kitchen. "Syaoran!"
"Sy!!" Miko giggled. She liked this game.
Sakura carried the baby and walked to the kitchen. "You don't have to make dinner."
He looked at her over his shoulder. "Are you gonna help?" he bent over and looked into the fridge.
Sakura swallowed and closed her eyes as Syaoran was giving her a rather nice shot of ... himself. "Fine, I'll help." she jiggled the baby. "But what am I suppose to do with her?"
Syaoran stood up. He motioned for her to follow him. They walked to the living room.
"Okay, get a blanket, preferably a comforter." he took the baby from her. "I'll do the rest."
The rest, as it seemed was popping in a tape of Barney and placing a happy baby on the comforter with lots of toys and trinkets, like her teddy bear blanket.
"Banky!" she squealed, as Syaoran handed it to her. Sakura couldn't help but smile at the paternal part of Syaoran that she never saw before. Except for when he was feeling over-protective of her, but that didn't really count.
He slowly turned around, so that he caught her looking at him. She looked away quickly.
"Come on, let's make dinner." He took her hand and led her to the kitchen.
"What exactly are we making?" she asked, sliding her hand out of his.
"For us, on this cold, December night," he said, taking out five tomatoes, three carrots, and two potatoes, "Vegetable soup, and..." he stuck his head back into the refrigerator, "Garlic bread. Hot apple juice for Miko over there."
Barney started singing "Do Your Ears Hang Low." Miko was singing along as best she could.
They began to boil the water. Syaoran handed Sakura a carrot and a knife. (I'm not sure if that's a good mix (8~o)
While Syaoran was chopping vegetables a mile a minute, Sakura slowly contemplated what the night would hold. The surprise of Syaoran being her husband was enough, but this was nothing compared to having a baby... though it wasn't legally theirs. Of course, her thinking made her chop much slower than she had intended. Syaoran was done with all the vegetables by the time Sakura had made it 1/4 of the way through her carrot.
"Sakura?" Syaoran startled her out of her thoughts.
She looked up at him. For a moment, she was surprised that he was there. "Yes?"
"I...uh," Syaoran forced himself not to fall into her emerald eyes. "You're cutting too slowly."
"What?"
He smirked. "Let me help you." he stood behind her and took the hand holding the knife into his own. He eclipsed her other hand into his as well, holding on to the knife and began chopping the carrot up into thin strips, then into chunks.
Sakura's hands trembled within his grasp and unfortunately for her, he noticed. Everytime he tried to steady them by holding on tighter, she would shake a little more. Her heart trembled and beat wildly, especially when he placed the knife on the table and made her hands scoop up the carrot chips, though his hands were around hers. They dropped them into the water.
She smiled. "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
They both turned to the side to see a fuzzy, golden guardian flying in the air.
"Ah, the stuffed animal." Syaoran said, glaring at him. He was stealing his Sakura-time.
"Ah, the gaki." Kero countered. "Who just happens to be snuggling with the card mistress."
Sakura blushed and slinked out of Syaoran's arms. She wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly feeling a lot colder than before.
Kero squealed, "FOOD!"
"Yes, food." Syaoran growled. He was having a good time holding Sakura, but noooooo, his Sakura-time had to be stolen from him.... by a stuffed animal. He grabbed a couple of rolls and buttered them, then added garlic power. 'It isn't fair.' He turned to Sakura, who was laughing away with Miko and Kero on the floor. 'Barney isn't all that funny. ' he sighed and threw the bread into the oven.
*~(*~*~*)~*
8:00p.m.
Dinner was an interesting event. Syaoran had almost forgotten what it was like to eat with a baby at the table. Almost, he didn't forget completely. Miko was just the perfect little angelic 1-year-old when she was watching Barney. But when she was eating, spills and messes occurred. Let's just say that when Miko tried the soup, the bowl didn't exactly end up in her mouth, but more like Syaoran.
Miko." Syaoran said. They were bathing her in the tub.
"yesh?"
Syaoran pointed to Sakura. "This is Sakura. Can you say that?"
"Sa."
"No, no, Sakura."
"Sa!" she gurgled. "Sa Sa SA!" she yelled. "Sa sa sa....." she started making a song out of the syllable 'Sa'. (my cousin did that to me once, only it was Ri. I don't even have a Ri in my name.)
"I think my name is Sa to her." Sakura said, pouring Johnson and Johnson's baby shampoo into her hair. She giggled at Sakura's fingertips.
"You're tickling her." Syaoran smiled. Sakura looked back and grinned.
(insert Jaws music.)
Bum bum...
A fin swims around the baby.
Bum bum...
It comes closer.
Bum bum bum bum...
It swims to the baby's stomach.
Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum...
It attacks....
"ga!!!" Miko laughed as Kero with a fin strapped onto his back and little goggles tickled her silly.
Kero sat on the edge of the tub. "She looks so cute." Kero mused. "She even looks like she could be you're kid."
The two 18-year olds exchanged glances. Sakura bit her lip.
Syaoran smiled. "Sakura would make a great mother."
"SA!"
"It looks like she agrees." Syaoran said, smiling.
Sakura thought for a moment. "A mother, huh?" she stroked Miko's chubby cheek. "I think she's ready to come out of the tub."
Syaoran brought out the towel and Sakura stood her up so Syaoran could scoop her into his arms. She squirmed in his arms for a moment, before wrapping her arms around his neck. "Sy."
"Yeah, shhh..." he said, whispering. Sakura followed them into the living room, where most of the baby things still were kept. They oiled her, powdered her, and diapered her until she smelled as fresh as a... baby's bottom!
Kero flew in and curled onto his little bed on the Sakura's dresser in her room. Swimming made him tired.
"That's so cute!" Sakura said, referring to the little nightgown he pulled out for her.
He put on the nightgown and handed her to Sakura. "Here."
Sakura took her, not knowing exactly what to do and hoping that her maternal instincts were gonna kick in.
They did.
She placed the baby's head in her hand, balancing her on her arm, the other arm holding up her back. She slowly rocked her back and forth.
"See," Syaoran placed his arms around her middle. "I knew that you would be a great mother."
She smiled. "Maybe." She walked out of his arms and sat on the couch. He followed suit, putting an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close.
Sakura didn't flinch away. Instead, she picked up the remote and turned on the television then the VCR. "Tomoyo was watching something earlier, I never got to ask her what."
She pushed play...
The tape that Tomoyo was watching was of the night when they went out to go eat. Of course, the tape showed none of that, just the part when Sakura and Syaoran were talking. ... and the parts where they were doing more than talking.
Syaoran looked down, as if he was ashamed of what he had done. Sakura didn't know what to say. It had been a majority non-S&S day, except for that incident in the hallway... and what happened in the kitchen. But other than that, it had been S&S free.
and now... Now kinda counts.
So Sakura didn't say anything.
But what she did... that was different.
Slowly, hesitantly, she placed a hand on Syaoran's cheek. He jumped, startled at the soft, feather-like hand that was on his face.
"Sakura?" he whispered.
"I... I just have to talk to one person, okay?" she said, staring into his eyes. "Just one.." she kissed his cheek. "Okay?"
"...okay." he whispered, then kissed her forhead. "I trust you know what you're doing."
She smiled and turned off the television. All was silent.
Saturday, December 22
8:30- day jumped
Sakura woke up first. She had somehow fallen asleep with the baby on top of Syaoran. She blinked. "Hoee...." she mumbled.
Syaoran woke up and blinked at the sunlight invading the apartment. Then he blinked as Sakura. "...Good morning."
She stared at him with sleepy eyes. "One word, just one word about this and I'll hurt you."
"Fair enough." he let her roll off of him then handed her the baby. Miko clung to Sakura faster than saran wrap because of the loss of heat and warmth. "I'm making breakfast."
"What's for breakfast?" she rubbed her eyes.
"Omlettes." he muttered. "And pancakes,"
"Pancakes?" she smiled as Miko's eyes opened.
"Yes, pancakes." he said, looking up and watching Sakura. The light was coming through the blinds, framing her and Miko. She looked almost angelical. Syaoran got up and held her in his arms, rocking her as she rocked Miko.
Sakura looked up...
... and Syaoran looked down.
And they kissed. It was a simple as that.
End Story Mode
Start POV Sequence
Tomoyo: Life is just a movie through a polkadotted T.V. set and the director is you. I think Sakura's just figured that out. But perhaps she just needed to turn on the television.
Sakura: All I need to do is talk to him. Everything will fall into place when I talk to the one person who can tell me the truth.
My father.
End POV Sequence
A/N: Wasn't that just the cutest thing you ever did see? but there are a lot of secrets hidden in that chapter, especially Miko. Oops, did I just drop a hint? Anyway, the next couple of chapters (or chapter, I dunno) will end the first semester (there are two) here in the world known as Heavenly Hearts.
Ja ne!!!!