Happy Birthday to Me?

AN: I do not own Card Captor Sakura

Chapter 15

Syaoran's P.O.V

The girl's big green eyes looked up at me in anticipation. They were filled with joy and a little bit of fear, as always when something new is about to unfold in her life. Her lips were pulled into a soft smile and strands of her wild hair framed her pretty face, while white roses winked at me. On her lap lay an old book, already will read into, as she sat on the bed with her legs tugged in under her. It is my favourite photo of the girl, taken three years ago just before out wedding.

I cannot believe how time has flown. The girl has grown into a beautiful young woman, still filled with life and reservation. Although she is not as reserved around me as she was in the beginning, she still has this way of sometime withdrawing into her own little world when she has a good book on her lap.

She found herself an editing job at a small publishing company after our honeymoon, even though my mother was opposed to the idea. Meiling, on the other hand, supported her all the way. She believes that a woman should be able to use her God given talents, no matter what. My sisters cheered her on. I could care less, as long as she is happy, I am happy.

I love watching the girl edit, truth be told. She will pile the table with her dictionaries, reference books and manuscripts. Pens of all sorts of colours lay ready to be used when the situation calls for it, along with pencils and tip-ex. And when she finds the manuscript difficult or particularly frustrating, she has this way of muttering and growling under her breath. It is all very amusing from my point of view.

Now it has become even more amusing for me to watch her work. As the months passed her stomach grew and grew to the point where it looked like someone put a huge beach ball in under her shirt. And it has grown to the point where, if the table is a bit low or the chair a bit high, she can't reach everything as comfortably as she would wish.

Oh, but it is wonderful to lay next her at night and let my hand rest on the growing bulge. The life growing inside her, a piece of her and my soul… I love to feel it kick or to press my ear against her warm skin and listen to their, one loud and one faint, steady heart beats.

My baby, her baby, our baby is on its way.

Sakura's P.O.V.

Good lord, I don't know how Tomoyo does this every day. "Kenshi, Kenshi, I am not telling you again. Sit down and be still." Honestly, what am I thinking? He's two years old for crying out loud. A hyperactive two year old. It must be the Hiiragizawa genes, there is no other explanation. Then again, the Daidouji genes also tend to go a little loco once in a while. The poor kid has it coming from both sides.

"Aunty Sakula… Bus! Bus!"

"Yes, we are on a bus."

"Mama."

"We'll see mama in a little while. Come here." I picked up the little boy and supported him as he stood and stared out the window and the passing cars and buildings. "Do you know what that is Kenshi?" He shook his head vigorously, awaiting for the answer he knew I was going to give him. "That is were your daddy and uncle Xiao-lang works."

"Papa!"

"That's right."

"Next stop is your Mrs Li." I smiled at the driver and bit back a sarcastic remark I wanted to flung at the starting passengers. Yes, yes, the famous Li-wife is on a bus with her best friend's kid. Big whoop. Not. I struggle to get myself up and picked up the little boy before walking to the door.

I can't believe I have only two weeks left to go. Apart from the fact that I look like a whale, I feel like a whale and I move like one too. But as soon as this kid is out of me, it is a whole new set of challenges that awaits me. And Li.

Why did I even agree to have children?

I sighed as I adjusted Kenshi on my hip and walked down the street. I do not care what Tomoyo says, but these trusty old sneakers have never worked more wonders for me. I have absolutely no idea how she continued to walk around in those heals of her, even now when she carries Kenshi. My feet ache just thinking about it. Actually, my feet just ache.

A waiter opened the restaurant door for me and I smiled gratefully as I sat the kid down and took his hand in mine. "Mama!"

"Kenshi!" I let him run to his mother who stood up from the table and embraced her little monster. I sighed and walked over to them.

"Not again until my own is here, and then you wait a few months." I sank down in the chair and handed her Kenshi's little backpack I've been hauling around the entire morning.

"Oh Sakura, you are an angel. Isn't she Kenshi, honey?" The little boy nodded enthusiastically, although I doubt whether she knew exactly what his mother meant. "How are you?"

"Heavy." She laughed at my answer and I glared at her.

"It will pass, trust me. And soon after you'll want another one."

"Please do not tell me you are trying again!"

"I don't have to try. Eight months from now I will be in the same boat as you, again."

"That's wonderful! For you and Eriol. I am not babysitting though."

"You watch mine and I watch yours?"

"We'll see when we get there."

"Get where?" I smiled as Li kissed my cheek and sat himself down next to me. "Congratulations Tomoyo."

"Thank you. So when are you planning your next one?"

"Soon." LI kissed my cheek again and pulled me close to him.

"This one isn't even out yet!" He laughed at me and I hit his shoulder. "Not funny. You're not the one who looks like a what for months on end."

"No, but you look absolutely beautiful as one."

"Hardi-har-har."

"Fishy!" I sighed at Kenshi's exclamation. Yes, I am a fish. A mammal, the biggest in the world, to be exact and yet my silly husband still loves me. Huge stomach, maternity wear, sneakers and all. It must be love, or he is just plain stupid.

Syaoran's P.O.V.

Lunch with Eriol and Tomoyo was pleasant as always. Little Kenshi was as active as always and made for several humours occasions, especially when he 'accidentally' lifted the waitress's skirt. Tomoyo nearly climbed in under the table.

When I got the home the girl was asleep on the couch with a book balanced on her big stomach. She looked so peaceful. It reminded me of the very first time I caught her reading on the couch. Her legs where over the back, her head supported by several cushions and her book neatly placed on her stomach and against her legs. Now the baby inside her makes it a little more difficult, but not difficult enough.

She had already prepared as light dinner for us. I prepared the table and woke up the girl. "When did you get home?"

"Half an hour ago."

"Why didn't you wake me?"

"Because, love, you were sleeping so peacefully. And I suspect that you needed the rest after spending an entire morning with that little boy."

"Please, do not remind me. He has way too much energy for his own good." I smiled at her as she started too eat and I followed suite. "What on earth are we going to do when our own get here?"

"My dad said that everything changes when it is your own child. He usually did not have a lot of patience with other children, but with us he had hours there of. And we'll just find the energy somewhere. All parents do."

"Have you made your wish yet?"

"I could care less what it is. Boy or girl, I will be happy."

"You're already happy."

"And you aren't?"

"No, I am excited. It's just… I don't feel well anymore. Everything is becoming too heavy and I struggle to move. And only being able to sleep on my back is becoming a real pain in the butt. Literally."

"The doctor did say the last couple of weeks will be the most uncomfortable."

"I know. But still… How did you talk me into this in the first place?"

I grinned at her as I remember the night. She was looking absolutely sensational in a business suit Tomoyo had designed for her. The jacket was tossed over the chair, her shirt was coming out and her shoes lay forgotten at the door. She was out stretched on the couch.

I started to kiss her and soon we were in the bedroom. I held her close that night, my hand on her stomach and I just asked her. "You were all hot and sexy at that moment." Her cheeks burned red and she glared at me. She is still unable to take comments like that, even when we are in private. "And you love me."

"Ah, I must be mad then."

"Madly in love with me."

"Oh yes, head over heals. Like Aladdin and Jasmine, or Ariel and Erick, maybe like Cornelia and Cialum, or even Jane and Tarzan."

"You watch too many Disney movies." She shrugged at me and I smiled at the girl.

My Cinderella.

Sakura's P.O.V.

I lay awake and listened to Li sleeping. It has become increasingly difficult to sleep at night. The weight is becoming too much and I just can't seem to get comfortable enough. Although I am very excited about the baby, I really do wish that it would come.

I cringed slightly as it kicked me hard. So you heard me little one. You are becoming impatient yourself. Not as much as your father though. When I told him he was in euphoria. If he could, he would have had you coming there and then. It is the waiting for you that is getting to him. And he is becoming more unbearable as each day draws closer.

My autumn child.

I hope you have your father's eyes and his keen mind. I hope you have my mother's beauty and my father's good nature. I hope you have Toya's determination and Mrs Li's grace. I hope you have Li's sister's energy and Meiling's sense of the world. I wish so many things for you.

My own fairy tale turned out perfect. I found my prince charming and he cares for me. We are now in the part of the fairy tale they never show. The part the girl really dreams of.

I turned to look at Li. His dark eyes were closed, but I could imagine them watching me with all the love and devotion I could ever hope for. His hair was in its normal mess and the slight stubble of the day and night was starting to show on his face.

If you are anything like your father, you will be a great person. I wish so many things for you, all good things although I know you will have to go through so many difficult times as well. But the wish I hope for most of all for you and your brother and or sister, what ever is to come, is that your fairy tales have a happy ending just like mine.

May it too end with: And they lived happily ever after.

-The End-

AN: Hey guys. This probably the shortest chapter ever. But hey, at least you got it. So don't complain. I tried to make it as nice as possible. And so Sakura and Syaoran move on to a new and exciting chapter in their lives, while we move on to a new fic. Ha ha!

Short Stories with Tragic Endings, rated M for violence. Very unlike this one, very dark, very mysterious, very… I'm not telling. You have to go read. Ha ha! That and you have to read Kayapride's Taming the Wild Heart for a good laugh!

Thank you so much for making this fic as popular as it is!

Tella

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