A/n: I know I haven't been around lately. Most of it was my fault, through procrastination, laziness, and a severe case of writer's block. Not to mention, my computer was cleaned and my internet is super slow right now.
I also blame school, the thought of summer vacation has entered my mine and it doesn't want to leave. Finals, reports, tests...all of the above blamed on school. My grades have been slipping, as I'm really trying to shoot for those straight A's.
Thank you to all my reviewers for being uber patient.
Theladyknight: "The Wedding" is a good book, and I hope you had the pleasure of reading and finishing it. Glad this story just reminds you about "The Notebook" and how much you love it. Seeing how you're a big of fan of the story as I am, I'm sure you saw the MTV movie awards. And if you did, I think you know which part I'm talking about! Notebook won best kiss! Woot! Woot! Actually, as I'm writing this part they're showing the awards right now. Girls rule of course! Sora won the soccer game, I thought I mentioned that but I realized I took that part out. Thanks for you all your reviews. I really love reading them, and sorry that I don't really review on your stories. They are coming along nicely, and I noticed that writing has became more detailed. I really can't wait for you next chapter of the Game of Life and Rediscovering Destiny. Again, thanks for your reviews.
Disclaimer: I do now own digimon.
Ch.4– Strawberry Pancakes
How the sun was able to wake me this morning is beyond me. It was barely six a.m. when I woke up, which is a first for me. The sun was barely up, and even when the sun is at it's peak it couldn't wake me up. Yet today it did? I guess, I can just blame it all on stress. Yes...stress
Not to mention the teeny tiny fact that my ex-wife, whom I still hold dear feelings for, has amnesia and sleeping quietly in the room across the hall.
I lied. It couldn't be stress that's boggling my mind. It was her. Nervous. Depressed. Hopeful. Just a few things on my list of emotions right now.
I've been sitting on my bed since I woke up, stressing. I glanced over to the digital clock on the dresser next to me. It read 7:20. Maybe...maybe I can check up on her. Just cross the hall, as quiet as possible, carefully open the door, and then...and then... Then what?
My hope dissolved, and a frustrated sigh escaped my lips. At that moment I noticed how rank my breath smelled.
Who was I kidding? Trying to woo her all over again. And even if my attempts succeeded, which they most likely wouldn't, it would seem wrong. She's an amnesiac, and it would be too easy for me to tell her she still loves me and we'll live happily ever after.
And what if somehow her memory was restored, and she remembered everything I did to her while she was under that wretched disease called amnesia?
Just yesterday I had started to grown accustomed to Sora living with me again. Now these thoughts just ruined it.
I sighed again. I breathed onto my hand. Smelling it, I fully realized how bad my morning breath was.
I stood up, deciding to brush my teeth and surprise everyone with breakfast. Takeru and the others weren't coming over until eleven or so, which meant I'd make lunch for everyone too.
I felt a chill come from the window, sending shivers down my bare back. Maybe it wasn't so smart to sleep without a shirt on during these cold autumn days. I slipped on an undershirt, and stood up from the bed.
Opening the door, I stopped. There it was. Sora's door was facing me right now with two decisions: Open the door and greet her a good morning, or keep on going to the bathroom and greet her by making pancakes.
The doorknob tempted me, and I swear my hand began to move on its own. But I turned the other direction, and walked into the bathroom. I examined myself in the mirror, wondering where that smartass, stubborn, and cocky seventeen year old I once was went. That same smartass, stubborn, and cocky seventeen year old that she fell for. She did fall for me once, which means I can do it again. Whether or not to do it, was the problem.
As I was leaving the bathroom, I heard a door open. Was it Sora?
I left the bathroom, and saw a glimpse of Naosuke and Yoshiko's door close. A sigh of relief escaped my lips. At least I can still surprise Sora with a nice hot breakfast.
"Now, which one got away?"
I tiptoed carefully through the hallway. I passed their door, not hearing anything. It's quiet...too quiet.
Then once out of the hallway, I heard giggling coming from the living room. Breakfast will have to wait for awhile, it's hide-and-seek time.
I went into the living, and noticed red hairs sticking out from the couch. They're making this too easy. Just as I neared the couch, which I knew the kids were hiding behind, I heard somebody running. I whipped my head behind me, but saw nothing.
These kids are smarter than I thought, they're messing with me.
"I'll get you now." I said out loud, as I took a few steps away from the couch, tricking Naos. Then, carefully, I tip toed back to the couch. That was when I spotted him sitting on the floor giggling to himself, his cheeks turning pink and hands over his mouth.
"GOTCHA!" I picked him quickly, as he shrieked in shock. I tickled him, causing him to giggle like crazy.
"Da-da! Stop! Stop!"
"Okay, okay fine, but only if you tell me where you sister ran off to?" I continued ticking him, his face turning pink again.
"She's...she's...the closet!" he finally let out, as I stopped my tickling frenzy.
"So, she's hiding in the closet, well let's go find her then."
With Naos resting on my chest, I walked to the closet. Then just when I was about to turn the knob, I heard a door open. It came from Sora's room...
"Mommy's awake!" Shiko came charging out of the closet, knocking me down on my bottom with Naos still in my arms.
"Sorry daddy, I didn't know you were there. Wait! You didn't find me! I beat you at hide-and-go-seek!" Naosuke began to giggle again.
"Da-da you lost."
"Yeah, I guess I did." I didn't bother trying to explain that I was just about to find Shiko.
"Well, what's my prize?"
"How about you get to help me make breakfast!"
"That doesn't sound like much of a reward."
"Well, then you get to add any ingredient to the pancakes we'll make."
"Okay!" she grinned, and then hugged, well more of tackled, me. This time, I fell on my back, both kids on top of me. When did Shiko get so strong? She must get it from her mother.
"Oh my, do you need help?" Sora's voice rang through my ears. I turned my head to see her staring at us with a bemused look on her face.
"No, I'm good. G'morning by the way." I smirked, as she smiled.
"Good morning."
Finally, the kids got off my chest and ran to their mother. Shiko hugged her around the waist, while Naos hugged her leg.
"Good morning you two."
"G'morning Mama!"
"Mommy, good morning!"
I don't know why, but I didn't get up. Instead, I laid on the cold floor watching our children greet their mother. Again, all those feelings and sensations I had when I woke up came rushing back to me. She must hold some power over, just by looking at her she makes reality come crashing back at me.
"So, I heard you were planning on helping your father with breakfast."
Shiko nodded, her eyes lighting up.
"Yup, do you want to help too Mommy?"
"No, that's okay. I'm not sure if I even know how to cook."
"That's otay, Mama can play wit me!"
It was funny. The kids didn't act like anything was different, and it was as though they were all acting like they did before her accident. From where I laid, it seemed like Sora never got amnesia, and that we were all just one big happy family again. But it wasn't Sora. It didn't feel the same. It was like this was all one big show. That woman hugging my children wasn't Sora, not my Sora. Maybe, I just want to get her memory back, because I miss Sora. Because I hate this show we're putting on and I want it to be real. Because I want our children to have their mother and each other back. It seemed like a breakthrough, small but still a breakthrough. I missed Sora, and now that she's living with me again I miss her even more. It didn't matter that much anymore if she and I remarried, all I wanted was Sora to become Sora again. I was beginning to confuse myself, as I noticed Sora and the kids were standing right above.
"Are you sure you don't need any help?" she asked, and offered me a hand.
I took her hand firmly, the warmth of her hand was a feeling I was used to but it was different. Memories came flooding back to me, and I hope they did the same for her. The first time we held hands, the day I proposed, and our wedding day.
She and I shared too many memories, and I finally realized that she couldn't recall any of them. It was my duty to help her remember what she and I shared, what she shared with our friends, and what she shared with our children.
"Yamato?" Sora slightly creased her forehead in concern.
"What? Oh yeah...sorry I sort of blanked out for a second." I was already up and standing. Then Shiko began to tug at my shirt.
"Daddy, can we make breakfast now?" she looked up at me, her blue eyes twinkling.
"Depends, did you wash your hands yet?" She looked down at her small hands, and I smiled down at her.
"They're pretty clean. I don't see any dirt on them, so I don't need to wash them!" she grinned up at me, the bottom front tooth loose.
"No, that means you have to clean them with soap and water, and take Naos with you." She nodded and headed for the bathroom, Naosuke in tow.
"So, what's for breakfast?" Sora asked, as she wore a pleasant smile.
"Pancakes, that is if you want pancakes." So much for a surprise breakfast.
"I guess so, do I like pancakes?" For an odd second, I wondered how she didn't know if she liked pancakes or not, but only for a second.
"Yes, in fact you love them. Especially with whip cream, strawberries, and syrup on top." I looked back up at her, and saw that she looked puzzled. She was thinking, and whispering something to herself. I leaned in closer, trying to hear what she said.
"...strawberries...are they my favorite fruit?"
"Yes, they are. That's good, you're progressing." She gave me a smile, causing me to smile back.
"I knew there was something about strawberries."
"I'll make some for you, if Shiko will let me."
"Make some of what Daddy?" I heard Shiko say, as she came out of the hallway with Naos still behind her.
"Your mother's favorite kind of pancakes. The ones with strawberries and whip cream on top."
"Of course you can have some Mommy! I'll make them myself!" I watched Shiko and realized she knew what she was doing. Shiko knew this was all just one big show, and she knew she was just apart of it. She was acting as usual, but I know that wasn't how she felt. I always hated the fact that she could hide her feelings so well.
"C'mon Daddy! Let's make breakfast!" She annouced, and ran into the kitchen already getting our a cooking pan.
"Mama, let's watch Barney!" (A/n: don't own, just watch! J/k)
"Okay Naosuke." Sora agreed. He grabbed her hand, and led her to the family room. She stopped suddenly, and faced me.
"By the way, when are brother and the others coming?"
"He said around eleven. Knowing Tai, it'll more like twelve." I laughed to myself, while she just smiled.
"Alright then. Let's go watch your show Naosuke."
I hadn't realized that I was just standing there, until Shiko called for me. She had the pan out, and the cook book, a spatula, etc.
"Don't start without me." I told her, as I walked into the kitchen. I looked back, and saw Sora with Naos on her lap as they watched that loveable purple dinosaur.
I reassured myself now, getting her memory back was the most important thing right now. It was my top priority, and if she so happen falls back in love with me then that'll just be a bonus. I smiled to myself. It wasn't going to be bad living with her again, I'll make sure it won't.
A/n: I decided to just end it there. Sorry if this chapter is really lousy. I don't like it to tell the truth. This chapter wasn't all too important. It just shows how frustrated Yamato is because of an amnesiac Sora.
R&R, if you want. Again, sorry. I'll make the next chapter much better and quicker, promise!