AN: Okay, here is the next chapter; on Tuesday, as promised. Now, for those wondering about Eriol and Tomoyo, they have not disappeared from the story. In fact, they appear in this chapter. The last two chapters were mostly about Sakura and Syaoran and their separate situations with their spouses, so that's why Tomoyo and Eriol didn't appear.
And yes, I know my usage of words are sometimes wrong, but my spell check doesn't look for words that are used wrong, and when I read over my chapters I sometimes don't see them. But I do try my best. And my usage of tense is definitely something I am working on (Believe me).
Well, explanations aside, on with the story!
Affairs of the Heart
Chapter Fourteen
Syaoran and Sakura were busy feeding each other hospital food the next morning when both jumped as the door was slammed opened.
Sakura blinked when Kari ran into the room and hugged her fiercely. "I heard about what happened" Kari said softly, pulling back. "I had been out of town all day yesterday and just came back this morning. One of the old workers of Blossom Petal called and told me everything." She looked at her sadly. "How are you doing?"
Sakura sighed. "Okay, I guess. I've cried a lot, so I'm pretty much dehydrated. Although my heart still aches."
Kari shook her head. "I still can't believe that Kiyo did this to you. I am so sorry for ever thinking Kiyo of being a good man and for ever thinking that you were a bad wife to him, when it's obvious who was the bad spouse in your marriage. Does Touya know?"
Sakura shook her head. "He had to go back to Canada. The doctors are trying to get a hold of him, but I doubt they'll get in touch with him soon. And even if they do, it'll be impossible for him to come in the next couple of days because he'll have to find a flight back here and that might take a while."
Kari sighed again and for the first time noticed Syaoran, who was calmly sitting on the chair next to Sakura's bed. "I remember you. You had come to Blossom Petal."
Sakura glanced at Syaoran, asking a silent question. Syaoran nodded. She looked at her best friend. "Kari, this is Wolf. The man I was having an affair with." She paused. "Well, actually, his real name is Li Syaoran."
Kari reeled back at the news, looking at Syaoran, and then at Sakura. "Huh?" She asked stupidly. She pointed at him. "This is the man you have been with?" The same man that she had complained to about cheating men? How uncomfortable she must have made him feel!
Sakura nodded and then decided to add "He might have been my daughter's father also."
Her eyes widened. "But you said that it was Kiyo's!"
"I wasn't sure who the father was, so I was telling everybody that she was Kiyo's baby."
Kari shook her head in utter disbelief. She remembered how Sakura came up to her several months ago, telling her about being pregnant. Kari asked her it belonged to 'Wolf' but the Cherry Blossom firmly said no, that it was over between her and Wolf, for good. At first she didn't believe her, but Sakura had explained that Wolf turned out to be married, and when they found out about each other's spouses they got into a huge argument and broke up.
Kari looked at Syaoran. "You're married?"
He nodded. "Yeah."
"Why didn't you tell her you were married?" she demanded.
"Kari!" Sakura gasped. "That isn't your concern!"
"Because I loved her too much and was scared to tell her" he answered anyways.
Kari watched as Sakura looked at him with sparkling eyes as he gave her a gentle smile. Kari wanted to look away, as if she was witnessing a private moment as the couple silently communicated.
But, she must admit, they looked adorable together. They looked right together in a way that Sakura and Kiyo never had.
She suddenly realized that this was a moment that Sakura and Kiyo had never shared. Sure, they acted all lovey-dovey, but they never silently communicated with each other. They never looked for one another when they were separated at parties. There was always this distance between them, and neither of them did a thing to change it.
Funny how she was suddenly realizing all the flaws within the Tsuchida marriage after Kiyo beats her best friend.
Oh, how angry she was when she found out! She had stubbornly defended him when Sakura was cheating on him, and now she finds out that the man she was defending was a bastard? She wanted to wring his neck, but first she had needed to see Sakura. Kari had felt like a stupid moron for trying to convince Sakura to save her marriage- she had even convinced Touya to fly over from Canada to help her!- when in truth all Kari was really doing was trying to drive her best friend into the arms of a man who ended up hurting her.
At least one good thing came out of all this mess. It seems that Sakura got her Wolf back. Kari wanted to ask what will happen between them, considering that Syaoran was married, but she felt that it wasn't her place. She smirked at herself. Now she decides not to meddle in other people's business? Funny how months ago she was meddling in Sakura's business and hadn't cared what people thought of her.
"Well" she stated, making the couple look at her. "It seems I am, once again, the third wheel." She added a hint of hurt into her voice.
Sakura smiled, knowing that was just Kari's way of accepting her new found relationship, although Sakura still wasn't sure if she wanted Syaoran to throw away his wonderful life with his wife just to be with her. Even last night he had decided to stay in her room and sleep there instead of going home. She had watched him call his wife and lie to her, saying that he would be pulling an over-nighter at work. He must have seen her guilt because when he hanged up he had explained that he didn't want to tell his wife over the phone about what he wanted to do and that she didn't need to feel any guilt because she wasn't the one doing the lying.
All night she had agonized over the situation, and still wasn't able to come up with a decision.
Her smile grew when Kari said "Now, I must get to know who exactly is replacing me in Sakura's life."
And for an hour they all talked like they have known each other for years. Sakura and Syaoran explained everything, from how they met to how they broke up twice during the course of their relationship.
They were suddenly interrupted when a nurse entered. "Umm, I have the DNA results."
Sakura and Syaoran both visibly stiffened. Although Sakura was anxious, Syaoran was downright scared. When Sakura had asked, somewhat nervously, if he would agree to a DNA test, he hadn't hesitated because he wanted to know if he was the father. Although he didn't like the thought that Sakura might have been carrying Kiyo's baby, he desperately wished that the baby girl wasn't his. It was selfish, but the only reason why he thought that way was because she wasn't alive anymore. If she was alive, he would be wishing for her to be his baby, but because the baby was dead, he didn't want her to be his, because that only meant he killed his own baby.
Kari stood up from her sitting position on Sakura's bed. "I must be going" she said, clearly knowing that it wasn't her place to be here. She had already meddled enough in other people's lives. "I'll come back later" she promised, and left.
Sakura took a deep breathe, and she grabbed Syaoran's hand.
"Before I give you the results, we need to know what you wish to do with the baby's body. She had developed enough for you to give her a proper funeral, if you want."
Sakura nodded. "Yes, I want to give her a funeral." The she added: "I also want to give her a name, but after the results."
"Would you want to see her?"
She looked at Syaoran, unsure and a little scared. He smiled at her. "Whether she's mine or Tsuchida's, I'll go with you to see her so you don't have to do it alone."
"Thank you" she whispered then looked at the nurse.
The nurse came forward and handed Syaoran a folded piece of paper. "The results are there."
She then left the room.
Syaoran stared at the folded paper, scared to open it.
He got up from the chair and sat next to Sakura, who placed a hand behind his back and placed her other hand on his arm, giving him what comfort she could. She kissed his temple.
"It's okay to be scared" she said. "If you want, you don't have to know. I'll open it, I'll read it, and I won't tell you."
He shook his head. "No. I want to know. I'm just . . . I'm just trying to calm my nerves." He sighed shakily. "Well, this is as calm as they are going to get." He looked at her. "Ready?"
She nodded. "Ready."
He opened it and both read what was written there.
Sakura looked at him as he groaned before crumpling the paper in his hand. She ran her hand up and down his back. "Oh, Syaoran. I- I don't know what to say."
His head was bowed, his bangs covering his eyes. "I had said I didn't like the idea of you carrying Tsuchida's baby . . ." he whispered. "But at the same time I didn't want her to be mine because she's not alive . . . I don't know how to feel . . ." He looked at her with a stricken face. "How do you feel?"
How did she feel? She wasn't sure.
"I don't know."
He gave a ragged breathe, his body slightly shaking under her hand. This was affecting him more than her, she noticed.
"My baby . . ." he whispered. Then he closed his eyes. "She's . . . my baby . . . My daughter."
"Our daughter" she corrected softly.
He opened his eyes to look at her. Then he smiled slightly. "Yeah. Our daughter." He kissed her forehead. Yes. Their daughter. How could he have not wanted her? He shouldn't have been so selfish to think that way, because deep down he wanted the baby to be his. Deep in his heart, he had wanted the baby to be his, and now knowing that the baby was his, he has never been more glad. Yes, the baby was gone from this world, but he was glad to know that she had been created through an act of love between two people.
The door opened and they both looked up to see the nurse come back, pushing a stretcher. On top on the stretcher laid what looked like a bassinet.
"This was the youngest casualty we ever had" the nurse explained sadly. "And we wanted to do something special for both you and her. It's the least we can do for not being able to save her."
Tears stung Sakura's eyes. She was so touched by the thought. "Thank you."
The nurse smiled and left, closing the door.
Both Sakura and Syaoran stared at the bassinet. It was pink, with a tiny bow on the side. In it was their daughter.
Sakura shook her head. "I can't do this" she said frantically, fear coiling in her for what might happen if she does se her baby. "I-I don't want to see her."
He clenched her hand, reassuring her. "Yes, you can do this. You want to see her."
"No. No I don't! Tell the nurse to-"
"Sakura" he said patiently. "You can do this. You're just scared. It's okay to be scared."
She stared at him with fearful eyes. "What if I cry again?" She asked in a thick voice.
"Then I'll hold you through it." He hated it when she cried, but he made the exception during this horrendous time. She needed to heal after going through a traumatic experience, and in this case healing involved a lot of crying.
"Come on, darling" he said in a cajoling voice. He knew she wanted to see her baby, she was just scared too. She needed to overcome her fear, or else she'll regret it for the rest of her life. "I'll be right there to support you."
She bit her lip, then nodded her head slowly. He helped her off the bed, and wrapped his arm around her waist in order to hold her up right. Because the IV needle was still in her, she had to drag the monitor with her. She clenched the metal pole tightly in one hand and squeezed Syaoran's hand with the other. The tiled floor was cold beneath her bare feet.
She wanted to see her baby so badly, but what if seeing her lifeless body makes her insane? Or makes her mad enough to seek revenge? She won't be able to take on Kiyo, and she was stuck in this hospital for a couple of weeks until she was fully healed, but what if she was too mad to care and goes after her husband anyways?
Questions ran through her head, fears made her heart pound strongly against her chest, but then everything just seemed to disappear the moment she reached the bassinet.
And for the first time she saw her baby. She was wrapped in a pink blanket, a pink beanie on her tiny head.
With numb shock, she said bluntly "She looks like you."
Syaoran squeezed her hand. Even though she was small, it was obvious she resembled him. The color of her skin, the color of what little hair that had grown on her scalp that was seen from under the beanie, the nose, the mouth . . . Everything was him. They hadn't needed a DNA test, after all.
Sakura let go of the metal pole and shakily reached out to touch her baby. Her hand was shaking so badly she felt that it would fall off. But once she touched a tiny cheek her hand stopped shaking. She ran her finger down that cheek slowly. "She looks asleep" she whispered.
Then a cry escaped her lips and she stepped away from the baby, turning in Syaoran's arms as he hugged her. She sobbed into his chest, clenching his shirt in her hands.
Syaoran made soothing sounds as he held her shaking body. He could feel his own tears trying to escape his eyes but he stubbornly blinked them away, refusing to cry. He needed to comfort Sakura, because she was the mother. She was the one who bonded with the baby, who went out, alone, and shopped for the baby's things. She was the one who had been expecting to bring a baby home at the end of nine months. But instead she lost her baby at the end of seven months. She needed to cry, and he was going to stand there and hold her and sooth her. He'll cry, later, but right now Sakura needed him to be strong.
It was a whole twenty minutes later when Sakura stopped crying. She leaned on Syaoran's body as they stared at their baby. She felt better, having cried to her heart's content, but she was still sad. It was expected, of course, but she hadn't been prepared for the heart-wrenching devastation that rocked through her when she touched her baby. She had wanted to hit something, destroy something to unleash all the pain and anger she felt towards Kiyo and what he had done to her. But she had stepped away and instead grabbed onto Syaoran, thinking that maybe it was safer if she just cried into his chest instead of running a muck in order to find something to use as a scrape goat for her anger.
"What should we name her?" she asked softly, her eyes still red and puffy and aching.
"You mean you hadn't had a name for her?"
She shook her head. "I didn't know her gender, so I was working twice as hard to find a name, but I had liked so many I couldn't decide on one. But I think now none of them fit."
"Why?"
"Because I had picked them out by myself. Kiyo hadn't even loved the baby, so he didn't participate with me. But now . . ." She looked up at him. "I have the true father here with me to pick out a name."
He smiled at her and kissed her lips softly as he held her. "Do you have any idea what you want to name her?"
She stared at the baby's face for a bit. She so looked like Syaoran. She smiled. "I want her to have a Chinese name."
He blinked in surprise. "Why?"
"Because she's half-Chinese, and I think it'll make her more special."
He stared at the baby long and hard, wondering what to name her. She was so tiny, so beautiful. Because she was Sakura's daughter, he had no doubt that she would have been a good baby; a good daughter.
He smiled as he thought of the perfect name. "How about Jia Li?"
She looked at him. "What does that mean?"
"Good and beautiful, just like her mother."
"Good and beautiful . . ." she whispered. "Jia Li . . ." Her eyes became watery as she hugged him. "Oh, it's perfect" she whispered. "It's just . . . Perfect."
"Kinomoto Jia Li" he said softly.
"No" she denied, pulling back to look at him. "Li Jia Li. I want her to have your last name."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. You're her father, and I want the whole world to know it."
Syaoran thought about Lydia and what she would think, but then mentally shook his head. This was Sakura's wish, and it touched him to know that she wanted their baby to have his last name instead of hers.
"Okay, then. Li Jia Li." He smiled. "Sounds funny for her to have Li as a surname and as part of her first name."
Sakura smiled, too. "Makes her more even more special." She then looked at Jia Li and conjured up the courage to hold her. She'll die if she didn't even get to hold her baby. She stepped forward and picked her baby out of the bassinet. She knew how to hold the baby because she had held Touya kids when they had been infants. Expertly, she held the baby in her arms, and stared down at her. She ignored the fact that she was dead, and instead pretended that the baby was asleep.
"Jia Li" she crooned. "You are so beautiful."
Syaoran smiled and kissed Sakura's head. She was a natural mother, and he knew one day she will take a baby home, and watch the child grow.
He hoped that when that day comes, he would be the father of that child as well.
(Hours Later: Lydia)
Lydia smiled as she opened the door. She lost the smile when she found herself being glared at.
She glared back. "It's not my fault" she snapped. "You reassured me that he wouldn't cheat on me."
The young man walked in, pushing her aside. "I trusted you to keep him interested. But instead you drove him into the arms of another woman." As he walked into the living room he glanced over his shoulder. "I knew you weren't pretty enough."
She slammed the door shut. "Then why are you always sleeping with me?" She snapped.
"Because you're pretty good in the sack."
She growled at that insult as she marched after him. Her feet were aching, her stomach swollen, but she was too mad to care.
"You jackass!" She exclaimed angrily when she entered the living room, and he laughed as he walked up to her.
"You know I'm only playing, baby."
She pouted. "Well, sometimes your playful remarks hurt."
"I know, but you were always able to snap back. That's why I love you so much- you're strong enough to take me on."
"Maybe, but not now. Being pregnant makes me too emotional."
Sheng grinned as his brown eyes twinkled. "You, emotional? Never!" But then he lost his grin when his eyes swooped down to her belly. He didn't expect the swarm of jealously that overcame him, knowing that his child wasn't the one growing inside her body. "At least it's not Xiao-Lang's" he growled.
Lydia smirked. "Is the big, mighty Sheng, jealous?"
"Damn right!"
"Well, you only have yourself to blame. You wanted me to be pregnant, and I am. You told me by any means necessary."
He sighed in frustration. "I suppose, but I can't wait for this to be over. I'm tired of sharing you." He glared at her. "I shouldn't have fallen in love with you."
She smiled. "Me neither. But we did, and it was already too late to change the plans. Me and Xiao-Lang were already engaged."
"I know, I know."
She frowned, suddenly realizing something. "Last night is when I told you about Xiao-Lang and his mistress. How did you get here from Hong Kong so fast?"
He shrugged. "I've been here in Tomoeda for a while, actually. Two weeks, to be exact, to see how you were doing. But I didn't want to take any chances." He raised a single eyebrow. "Speaking of the Little Wolf, where is he?"
She scoffed. "At the hospital, most likely. His mistress's husband had stabbed her multiple times, and she lost the baby she was pregnant with." He gave her a look, and she shook her head. "I don't know if the baby was Xiao-Lang's, or her husband's."
He cursed. "He wasn't supposed to be having an affair. That woman will wonder about him, especially if she had his baby."
"I'm going to kill her" she stated boldly.
He blinked in surprise. "Why?"
"Because. She made me feel like a loser by enticing Xiao-Lang to be with her. I want my revenge."
Sheng smirked. "That might not be so smart."
She shrugged. "So? Us falling in love wasn't smart either, but we did anyways."
He grinned. "That's a tad different." He paused. "Is there any chance of him divorcing you?"
She sighed. "I'm hoping he'll be gracious enough to stick with me while I'm pregnant. But I can't be too sure." She looked up at him, a little uncertain. "You aren't mad at me . . . Are you?"
"I suppose I can't. I know I've threatened you a couple of times, and I know I gave you the impression that you'll get hurt if you screw this up, but I didn't really mean it. I hadn't expected an affair to come about between him and another woman, anyways." He sighed. "If he divorces you before this baby is born, we'll just have to kill him."
Lydia gave him a frustrated look. "Why not kill him now?"
"You know why, Lydia. Killing him before the baby is born is only for emergencies, a last resort if our plan doesn't work out. But I pray that he is smart enough not to divorce you now, because then he'll be seeing the gates of Hell sooner than we all anticipated."
(Tomoyo)
Tomoyo stared at the pregnancy test in their hotel room. Eriol had gone out to get some food, and Tomoyo had taken it as her chance to take the pregnancy test. She was a little late, and although she wasn't regular, she has never been three weeks late.
She felt a little guilty. Both her and Eriol knew what happened to Syaoran's mistress, to Tsuchida Sakura, because both recognized her on TV. It was such a sad thought because when Tomoyo met her she had been so nice, and now the woman lost her baby because of her husband. Tomoyo wanted to go to the hospital to see how she was, to see if Syaoran was with her too, but both knew it wasn't their place. They were strangers, nothing more, and it wasn't any of their business, especially of Syaoran was there.
And here Tomoyo was, the possibility of a child making her take a pregnancy test to see for sure while Mrs. Tsuchida, someone Syaoran must have cared about, lost her baby.
With a sigh she began to pace the bathroom, thinking that time would fly faster if she didn't stare at the damn stick. She glanced at the clock that was above the door. Just two more minutes.
A baby. She placed a hand over her belly. What if she was pregnant? What if Eriol's baby was growing inside her at this very moment? It was a happy thought, or it should have been if she wasn't so damn nervous.
She ran a hand through her hair. What if she became a stifling mother, disallowing her child to leave her side for even one minute until he or she was old enough? Well, Tomoyo's idea of 'old enough', anyways, which would probably be twenty-one years old.
She remembered how she had sobbed for a week after learning her baby was dead. It had been equally devastating because during that time Eriol had been in a coma, and she wasn't so sure how she was going to tell him that their baby was gone.
Their baby. She paused in her pacing as she took the time to think about her dirty little secret, the secret she was too scared to tell Eriol. He was convinced the baby was his.
She didn't want to tell him that the baby belonged to the rapist.
Because the baby resembled her, there was no way to tell who the father was. Her son had black hair and had her eyes. She had been so scared to know whether the baby belonged to Eriol or not, and so she refused to have a DNA test at first. Eriol hadn't objected. She assumed it was because he was just as scared as she was, and that he just wanted to believe that the baby was his.
It was a month after her baby was born when she had conjured up the courage to get a DNA test. Eriol had agreed, and volunteered to take the baby to hospital for their appointment, since she had been sick on that day.
Then that crash happened.
When Eriol was in his coma, she had asked for the DNA test. She wanted to know once and for all who the father of her baby was. They had taken Eriol's DNA, they had taken her baby's DNA, and the next day she had been devastated to know that Eriol wasn't the father. That had only meant that the rapist was the father.
She has cursed the man who raped her so many times that she hoped that one of her curses will soon kill him in the prison he was rotting in.
The rape happened almost four years ago. Tomoyo and Eriol had been living together, although they still hadn't been married yet, and he had been at work. She had been alone, and was napping on the bed when she had heard someone entering the room. She knew the man was just robbing the home, and she had most likely surprised him because she had turned off all the light of the house, making it look empty.
She had screamed and fought against him when he had been trying to tie her down. Defenseless, and alone, he had then raped her.
She had told Eriol and reported it to the police, but because the man had been wearing a ski mask she couldn't give them a face. They were, however, able to get his DNA because the idiot hadn't used a condom. She had been absolutely satisfied when they caught him a couple of weeks later. But then her happiness disappeared when she found out she was pregnant. Although her and Eriol weren't married, that hadn't stopped them from sleeping together, so for nine months she had been fretting about who the father might be. Eriol, who had married her two months after discovering she was pregnant even though she had been raped, was convinced that the baby was his because fate wouldn't be so cruel.
It turned out that fate could be as cruel as it wanted.
She hadn't wanted to break his heart by telling him the baby wasn't his. It was selfish, and unfair, because he had a right to know, but she didn't want him to be miserable knowing he hadn't been the one to impregnate her. So when Eriol had woken up from his coma, she had told him that they had taken a DNA test and that the baby was his. He had been just as devastated as she was when they told him the baby was gone, so she told him that lie to cheer him up, thinking that she was doing the right thing.
She was too scared to tell him the truth now. It's too late. He'll hate her for keeping it from him. She already lost so much. She didn't want to lose him, too.
Glancing at the clock, she realized that five minutes passed by. Thinking of the past really made time fly.
She took a deep breathe and walked over to the sink, where the pregnancy test was. She grabbed it with a shaky hand and looked at it.
It was a simple test. One line on the slot meant it was negative. Two lines meant it was positive.
Hers had two lines.
She stared at the slot, as if trying to make the two lines disappear, before placing the test back down on the sick. For one earth-tilting moment, she wished she wasn't pregnant, that a baby wasn't inside her.
Then her negative thought disappeared as she realized something: This was Eriol's child inside her. There's no other possible father this time. It was Eriol's, one hundred percent. She looked at her face in the mirror, and saw her glowing face, and was glad she was pregnant. A new life was blooming inside her, and even though it won't replace her son, she'll love it just as much, take care of it just as much, and this time she will watch her child grow.
She heard Eriol come into the hotel room and she ran out of the bathroom.
Eriol blinked as he placed the food down on the bed before catching his wife in his arms.
"I'm so glad you're home!" she exclaimed with a bright smile on her face.
"Home? This isn't our home."
She grinned. "Maybe not, but you get what I mean."
He smiled. "Yes, I do." He kissed her lips. "What makes you so happy?" He raised an eyebrow.
Tomoyo wasted no time. She wasn't going to be coy, nor was she going to wait for the 'right' moment.
"I'm pregnant."
Eriol froze, shock evident on his face. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He tried again, and what he said came out as a croak: "A baby?"
She nodded, smiling a little mistily. "A baby, Eriol. Our baby. And this time there are no other possibilities. None."
"A baby . . ." He stared at her for a few moments, then he broke out in a grin. "A baby!" He picked her up and swung her around, yelling out words of joy as she laughed.
He placed her back down and kissed her smartly on the mouth. "A baby" he said again, almost with wonder. He bent down on her knees and grabbed her hips. "I'm going to be the best father you ever had" he said, and Tomoyo giggled as he talked to the unborn child. "Just you watch. I'll take care of both you and your mommy."
As he continued to talk to the baby, Tomoyo smiled down at the top of her husband's head. He deserved to know the truth about her first baby, that he wasn't Eriol's baby.
She closed her eyes as she made the decision. Whether he ends up hating her or not, she will tell him the truth.
She just didn't know when.
(Syaoran: 8:30 PM)
Syaoran placed the blanket higher on Sakura's body as she dozed. He was laying on the bed with her, by her request. He didn't mind the sofa in the hospital room, but she said that if he was going to stay with her- again- then he must sleep with her on the same bed.
One arm was around her waist; his other arm supported his head as he stared down at her sleeping face. Today was an exhausting day for her, and he was glad that she was getting some rest, although he can tell it was just dozing and not a heavy sleep.
This would be his second night here. He called Lydia, again, to tell her that the meeting he was having was with a big shot from Tokyo, and that he was stuck in the office until they settled their issues. Another lie, of course, and it seemed that they have been coming easily to him now-a-days. He found it odd, though, that Lydia didn't question it, or throw a snit, considering that the lie wasn't a very good one. She just accepted it and said good luck, and he had heard a hint of glee in her voice, as if she was quite glad he wasn't coming home.
Tomorrow he will, and he'll tell her that he wanted a divorce.
Tsuchida still hasn't been found, and it worried him. Tsuchida should have been found by now. Tomoeda wasn't a big town, so the bastard should have at least been seen, if not caught.
He shook his head. As worried as he was, he couldn't do anything about it, so he stared down at the woman he loved, and smiled.
"Why are you staring?" She whispered.
He blinked with surprise. Her eyes were closed. How did she know he was staring at her?
"I can feel your eyes on me."
He grinned. "You can read minds now?" He asked softly.
She opened one eye to stare at him. "Maybe."
He lowered his head to kiss her cheek. "Why aren't you asleep?"
"I don't know. I guess I don't feel like it. It is a little early."
"I know, but you need your rest."
"So do you." She turned her body so they could face each other. "You've had less sleep than I have."
He shrugged. "So? I'm the worried boyfriend- I have a right to sleep less." He immediately felt her withdraw, and he regretted calling himself her boyfriend when she wasn't even sure if she wanted him back. Not because she didn't want him, but because she didn't want to be a home-wrecker. But she wouldn't be. And besides, it wasn't her choice. "No, Sakura, please don't withdraw." He cupped her cheek. "My choice, remember? I want to divorce Lydia."
"Only so you can be with me. Syaoran, she's pregnant. She loves you. I don't want to be responsible for dissolving your marriage."
"You won't be responsible. I will." He put a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Like I said, I'll give her anything she wants."
She said nothing. He grasped her jaw between his thumb and index finger and leaned down to give her a kiss. "Everything will be all right."
"Don't be so sure."
Startled by the new voice, Syaoran looked up at the doorway while Sakura twisted her body to see who it was. She gave a small shriek and bolted up in a sitting position.
"What do you want?" She demanded as Syaoran pushed himself up in a sitting position.
"Haru" Syaoran hissed.
Haru merely stared at them as Mrs. Tsuchida looked at Syaoran. "You know him?" She asked.
"He's my butler."
Sakura looked at the man who had always glared at her. How could she have forgotten that she had been decorating Syaoran's mansion without realizing it at the time? She should have realized that this was Syaoran's butler.
Syaoran gave her a curious look. "Do you know him?"
"He's the butler I had told you about. The one that would always glare at me."
Syaoran scowled and stared at his butler. "Why on earth would you glare at her? And why in hell are you here?" He didn't really care about being caught laying in the same bed with a woman who wasn't his wife. He'll merely order Haru not to say a word to Lydia.
Haru stepped into the room and closed the door. "I'm here to tell the truth." He cleared his throat, and bluntly said "You're wife is a lying whore, Xiao-Lang."
Syaoran's eyebrows sprang upward. "What?"
"Lydia. She's a whore. That baby she is carrying isn't yours, but mine."
Sakura bit her lip in order to hold in a gasp. She desperately wished they would have this conversation outside. This wasn't any of her business at all.
Syaoran's eyebrows snapped together in anger. "That baby is mine. She told me-"
"She's going to use the baby to kill you."
Syaoran felt like someone punched him in the face. It went pale. Eriol had told him the same thing, that very same story, months ago. He hasn't seen his former best friend since then, but he all too well remembers what Eriol said. Syaoran thought that he just made it up, but now that someone else was saying the same thing . . .
Was it true?
"That's impossible" he muttered, not mustering up the strength to defend his wife. Why, when months ago someone else told him the same thing? It's highly doubtful that Eriol convinced Haru to lie along with him.
Syaoran was too shocked to be angry, anyways. He was just confused, and he glared at his butler.
"Why?" He snapped. "Why does she want me dead?"
Haru shook his head. "She's not the one who really wants you dead, Xiao-Lang."
"Then who!"
"Sheng. He is the one who wants you dead."
Sakura stared at Syaoran, at his pale, clearly shocked face. He looked as if he saw a ghost.
In a very timid voice, she asked: "Who's Sheng?"
He turned to look at her, and for a few moments she thought he wasn't going to answer her.
Then he gave her an answer that shocked her to the very core.
"Sheng . . . Sheng is my brother."
AN: I had decided to give a little more details into what happened with Tomoyo in the past, and to give you more information on the relationship between Lydia and Sheng. Anyways, please review! After all, I did update my chapter on Tuesday, like promised, so please review! Thank you!
