Pairing: TyHil
Genre: Tragedy, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Romance.
Rating: T+ (Includes content about death)
Songs (Inspiration/Disclaimer): Overwhelmed by Harry Hudson, Haunt you by Chloe Mariondo.

~One Last Time~

(Part 1/3)

"Makoto, go to your bed, now!" Hilary ordered to her son. The two year old kid was squatted on the plush couch and had his ruby eyes stuck, bated on the cartoon dancing on the T.V screen in the drawing hall.

"Mom, just last few minutes, please!" The kid pleaded and managed to hide his amusement as he watched the T.V.

"Chill Hil," Tyson draped an arm round the middle of her back as he entered inside his house, after parking the car.

"Tyson! He's been watching it since we left! Which makes two hours plus now!" She pointed angrily at the watch, jumping away and getting off from his hold. Makoto quickly switched off the T.V. Tyson looked at the watch which showed 11.05 p.m.

"Go to bed Mako. Or else you'll have baggy eyes in the morning." Tyson yawned loudly. Makoto tersely nodded and gave an infuriated pout to himself and stomped to his room. Hilary quickly hid the remote of the T.V.

Tyson watched her and thought. "Let's not be too grouchy now, Hils." Tyson said to her.

"Actually Tyson," Hilary smiled sarcastically at him, "He don't have a Hilary-Like nagging friend to wake him up in the morning, ya know,"

Tyson coughed, "T-That does make sense, but I can't agree more with you. He does have his parents with him," He said calmly.

"Who will not be always around him, as life goes by." Hilary completed. She caught his wrist and started walking upstairs to their room.

"Woah, that's harsh now." He ate half of the words as she dragged him brashly.

"Get a bath. You're drunk." She said him on the staircase as she could smell the slight alcohol from him.

"That's nothing, honestly." He shrugged and opened the door. She ignored him and rolled her eyes. Tyson smirked. Hilary never drunk alcohol and Tyson always teased her that she was not confident. He would sometimes try to get on her nerves trying to say all the disastrous things she would do and loose her conscious if she ever happens to drink. Hilary would grunt at him or sometimes smack at him. But yet, she couldn't muster up the courage to show her husband that she might drink one day. What if she really looses her conscious and acts weird and funny. She didn't want to make fun of herself or get insulted.

"Buckle up, Hils. I will have you get drunk one day with me." He whispered in her ear. Hilary stopped in her tracks before the bed.

"Don't play funny, Tyson. Watch what you are speaking," She warned him.

"Let's play funny, Hils," he chuckled and slid his hands on her back of waist, holding her in her place.

"Why are you after my weak points?" She groaned at him.

"Gosh Hils, relax! I'm just teasing you." He left her. She quickly jumped back and headed to washroom to get changed. However Tyson was quicker- he again grabbed her waist and pulled her swiftly.

"Oh please! Tyson, I'm very tired!" She cried but he managed to get her to bed, throwing her softly on the mattress and hovering upon her.

Hilary simply closed her eyes, sweating slightly due the summer night and lack of air. Plus she was in jeans and the thick top added to her state. She has not been well since few days, having joint pains, tiredness, loss of appetite and fever now and then.

"You're working too much these days, that's why we went out today." He accused her, caressing her front locks, pushing them aside and drawing fingers along her forehead line.

"Honestly, that didn't help." She quipped. He was on top of her, keeping her figure locked between his knees and rest of the legs. She had no choice to protest physically, especially since she was drained off.

"Don't you like to spend time with me?" He pretended to ask.

"I'd rather sit somewhere quietly with you instead of roaming everywhere around, Tyson!" She shouted at him. He flinched at her pitch but held her shoulders to keep her in spot.

"Jeez Hils, you don't have to shout like that. Are you planning to impair my ears?" He asked. His only intention was to cheer her mood and take her out because she gave no break to herself from the work, starting from nagging Makoto, BBA company work, house chores. Tyson had to run to catch her and find time from her to spend with her. She was slipping away these days and he just couldn't get enough of her.

"I don't know why I'm so tired and weak these days..." she sighed. He chuckled, "Probably because you don't spend time with me. That's called Tyson's deficient restlessness." He smirked sheepishly.

Hilary blinked, "A Tyson what?" She nervously laughed.

"Nothing." Tyson nuzzled into side of her neck, "Don't worry, you'll be okay." He said. His hot breath spread on her skin. She tried her best not to giggle or show her amusement to him.

"Talk about worry, what's not there to worry. The whole bunch of work!" She exaggerated.

"Chill," he nicely ignored her and started peppering soft kisses on her neck. Hilary muffled her laughter and held his shirt front, keeping him away. But that didn't work.

"What's up with you!" She giggled and looked at him. He smiled lopsidedly. She pinched his cheeks flamboyantly.

"Nope, nothing is with me. Let's get you checked up." He winked.

Hilary lightly blushed, "How so?"

"I'm talking about Doctor. You need a check up. You are not cheerful or vibrant like before," he cracked. Hilary thought about it for a second. Tyson frowned. He had expected that she would retort at his remark.

"Actually that's a good idea. Let's go to hospital tomorrow. Maybe they will prescribe some supplements for me." Hilary cupped his cheeks in her hands and looked in his eyes,

"Alright," he smirked and slipped his face past her hold and dived once again into the cave of her neck. Hilary felt relaxed as he kissed her, like she was sedated. She instinctively wrapped her arms on his back. No matter how tired she would be, she never felt his body upon her heavy. It would be just light, sufficient for her and so ethereal from the world to experience.

"But I wonder what's wrong with me," Hilary mused.

"I hope that you're pregnant," he said amusingly in a whisper near her ear.

"No that's not possible," Hilary said, picking his head up and keeping it just above her face.

"That would be so sweet. I'd love to have a cute baby girl, just like you." He rubbed his nose against her.

"Are you even worried about me?" Hilary sighed.

"Yes, and that's why I want us to get a cute baby-girl so that you don't go out for work and stay at home," Tyson winked and lied beside her, releasing her from his hold.

"A daughter..." Hillary mused, turning her face to his side. He nodded, taking his palm over her shirt, lifting it and caressing it on her tummy.

Hilary lowered her eyes on her belly, "Tyson." She said looking at his hopeful eyes, "Don't get your hopes high," she said without expression straightforwardly.

"But there are chances!-"

"I didn't miss my date this month. So...will you keep it low?" She smirked at him. Tyson reclined back and gave out an exasperated exhale.

"You doused my hopes, Hil." Tyson said.

"I just said the bitter truth," Hilary gulped something and got up from the bed,

"Tyson get changed. I'm not gonna wait to switch off the lights. You've got five minutes." Hilary said before taking her night-robe and disappearing into bathroom. Tyson grunted, not at all willing to get changed, much to his laziness. Yet, he begrudgingly got up and got changed into his night tee and pajamas. His hair were nicely disheveled but he couldn't care less.

Hilary came out of the bathroom, slightly shivering and breathing heavily. Her face was paled off. She trudged towards the bed.

"Hil, you okay? " Tyson got up and watched her. She nodded weakly and lied down simply.

"Close the lights," she whispered. He closed the lights and crawled towards her.

"What happened?" He asked, lifting her head and keeping it on his lap. Tyson has got a habit of placing her head in his lap whenever he wanted her to be gentle and frank with what he wanted to ask her. He noticed that she would be honest and more open towards him in that position.

"I don't know what's happening to me." She whispered, strange uncanny fears occupying her. He kept caressing her head as she spoke. "Something is very wrong with me," her voice quavered and she clutched his wrist with both her hands and closed her eyes tight.

"Nothing's wrong with you." Tyson asserted boldly, trying to appease her, "You just need a break, Hil. You'd spend time at home and relax." Tyson said soothingly. Hilary tried to take an optimistic inhale. Her hands slipped from his wrist.

"Anyway..." Hilary droned, but she paused. Tyson stared at her.

"Just take care of Makoto all the time... if something happens to me." She said in a very low whisper but it was lucid. Tyson bristled at her words. He shook his head. She didn't look at him.

"What are you even saying Hils!" Tyson shouted, but not loudly, "You're exhausted Hils, trust me. All you need is plenty of rest and a break. Past months were very grueling for you. I can understand." He ranted off but he was very anxious, especially after Hilary said for taking care of Makoto.

"Makoto is our son. Both yours and mine," Tyson accosted her almost. His emotions got better off him. Hilary looked at him, rolling back her eyes. Tyson stared in her eyes back. To him, her eyes were begging him just to believe something. Something of which she was very scared of, something which was obscure and she herself wasn't sure of.

There was confusion, slight anxiety in his eyes. Hilary looked away, as if she dismissed him from the fact that he would understand her.

Tyson's lips parted. He wondered what was wrong with her. He sometimes missed the old Hilary of their childhood and teenage when they would banter and bicker, pick each others fault, and speak and yell their hearts out, keeping nothing to themselves. Tyson wished if she was the same sometimes. At least he wouldn't have to rack his brains to understand her at such critical times when she didn't say things out. Hilary herself didn't know why it was so difficult to express herself to him sometimes. At times, she even shouted at him loudly telling that she's pmsing and he is just irritating her. That was when they were in secondary school. Tyson would retort back saying that it doesn't matter and their arguments were inevitable. She still remembers that he took a year to reciprocate back to her and realize his own feelings for her after she confessed. It was a like a dream come true when he hugged her on Christmas and confessed her. She almost cried in happiness that finally he had realized and understood her, and her patience was put to an end. The boy she thought would probably never look her beyond as a pestering girl and someone who was his bantering partner, was now her husband and dad of her son.

Their thoughts trailed off.

"Say something." He said quietly.

"I can't." She said back immediately, "I can say anything and talk about it. But..." she shifted and squirmed her legs. Her joints still ached.

"But what?" He urged in a croaked voice.

It still came out in agitated way. Hilary smirked at that.

"I'm scared. It's so scary." She got up and hugged her knees, eyes moistening on their own.

"Face it Hilary. You're being a coward now. Just say it!" He shouted at her,

"You don't understand-" she turned to him quickly and cried.

"Shut up!" He screamed at her, "You used to cheer me up when I was low, when I would loose focus over my battle and opponents. You stuck by me through the years, always nagged me to keep me at my place so that I was the best." He crawled towards her and held her wrist tightly.

"So what's wrong when I'm trying to get you back and help you! You're making it so difficult!" He left her wrist when her eyes shut close. She didn't say anything and just hugged him, crying out muffled sobs and hiccups in his chest.

Now Tyson was very perturbed and baffled. She was crying, clinging onto him and he didn't even know why. His mind jammed suddenly with an endless list of possibilities of why she was crying. Was it Makoto? Because he was watching T.V all time? Was it him? Was it her health? Was it life?

He gently lifted her chin towards him and softly looked at her. Her eyes looked deeper than usual red and wet, glum. There was something about her eyes that made him understand her so much. She wanted to say something but her lips trembled.

He straddled her on his lap and adjusted her. Then he cupped her left cheek. Smiling warmly, he asked, "Hilary, do you trust me?"

She nodded.

"Just say yes or no." He asked again softly.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Then tell me what it is." He fiercely cupped her face and sharply looked at her in her eyes, "Don't look anywhere else, just look at me. Say."

"I-I think... I'll loose you and Makoto. And... I don't know why. I really don't. Something just says me that this will happen..." Hilary said carefully, her voice still unstable.

Tyson blinked in introspection, "You know what... nothing as such is gonna happen." Tyson said firmly, "We may shout, yell, fight, smack each other and not even speak to each other for days... but still, I'll never leave you, Hil." Tyson said, his eyes showing ocean of depth of his words, "At the end of the day, you are my wife, my partner my better half. At the end of the day, you'll lie just beside me on this bed,"

Hilary sniffled and rubbed her tears. Tyson had her fears slightly quelled and she was at ease. She smiled a little while adjusting her hair.

"Leave that, it's just perfect, Hil." Tyson removed her hand from her head and gave an assuring smile to her.

"Hmn," she nodded at him with a better smile. He chuckled a bit.

"That's good! That's the Hilary I know!" Tyson kissed her on cheek, cupping the other cheek with his fingers.

She pulled back and looked at him. There was a nostalgic smile on her face. She didn't say anything, just stared at him. She was grateful and convinced by him.

"Why you used to be rude with me years back, Tyson?" She asked. The question caught him off guard suddenly. He opened his mouth to say something.

"Well... you used to nag me too and that wasn't gentle either," He smirked at her.

"That still didn't answer my question," she folded her arms.

Tyson rolled his eyes, "Why are you asking it anyway?" He snorted.

"You know since how long you've been postponing this question? " Hilary met his stare boldly. He remembered that she had asked him this on various occasions. She asked him for the first time on the first night of their marriage, before a first hot night, on their first anniversary, second one and then today. All those times, he just fudged that question.

"Maybe because your presence was just addictive. And I didn't want to depend on you. So I just wanted you to leave me at times," Tyson mused, slightly frantic, "At times, I did found you annoying too. But hey, that just never could outweigh your support through the years," he gave a small smile to her.

Hilary wearily smiled back at him, "At times, even I hated you. I just wished if all my yelling would just get past your head. I used to think if even just once you would be punctual and serious about studies-"

He kissed her on lips simply. She was taken aback. She still felt as if they were fifteen years old once again, standing in the dojo. She was taken back into the past time. And maybe that was different this time. Maybe, instead of bickering, they were standing in a corner, kissing like now and still tensed if Kai or Grandpa would catch them. Maybe she was shy even to look at him in front of his Grandpa. Maybe he would be still nervous when he came to her house in evenings and stayed late in her room,even though they would be only doing their homework.

Hilary smiled on his lips and intuitively raked her fingers into his hair at the back, kissing him back. When she was 17, she would blush badly even thinking of him kissing her one day, be it even a small peck. She would have to wash her face, avoid direct eye contact with him for days. In reality, that time, she knew that Tyson never saw her more than a friend. However times changed... She confessed him when she was 17. He confessed her when they were 18, on Christmas, at midnight. He kissed her for the first time they were 19 on one night when she was lying on his bed alone, reading his comic and waiting for him to return. He mustered up to have their first floorplay on his 20th birthday in her room. He dated her secretly for two years. He initiated the talk with the team later. He proposed her on their graduation ceremony. He dared to meet her father like a nervous wreck but still managed to stutter that he wanted to marry her when he was 24. All the memories came drifting into her mind. She was commemorating them, living them once again as he kissed her now.

This time, it was different. This time, she felt like he kissed her like a husband, not like a boyfriend. There was love, not lust.

A/N: Alright, I did write a shot now which is not rated M, just so readers can read it. Although you all are gonna cry by reading this emotional heartbreaking shot. :'( This chapter was just light hearted still as compared to what's coming up next in two parts.

Me? Yep, I legit cried especially in the last part while writing. Overwhelmed song's last lyric was just so sad, I was inspired by that to write this shot. The updates would be slow, by the way, since LTH still have its last part to be posted.

Review and tell me how it was. :)