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The next morning Sakura woke in the arms of her husband who was already awake beside her. He watched her expression go from confused to embarrassed in half a second, and he chuckled at her little episode. She buried her face in her hands, but he managed to pry them away with his own.

"What are you so embarrassed about? Tell me." He smiled.

"No." She refused.

"Ouch, I'm hurt." He sighed, and leant his head on his arm.

She reached over to check for a fever and noticed that there was no longer one present. "You don't have a fever." She said.

"I told you I felt fine-what? Didn't you believe me?" he asked.

She rolled her eyes and stood up without thinking, and he raised his brow. "Well…"

"You ass!" she grabbed her pillow and hit him over the head with it before running into the bathroom to hide. Unfortunately, there wasn't a lock on the bathroom door so he could walk right in if he wanted to, but he didn't so she came out a lot quicker than he had anticipated.

She peered around the door and glared at him. "Look again and I'll kill you."

"Fine." He turned his head the other way and she carefully walked out and over to the wardrobe. She realised she didn't know what to wear, and she heard footsteps behind her.

"Here." He said, pulling out a crème coloured dress for her to wear. She looked at him with surprise and Syaoran smiled. "You haven't worn it yet, I don't think."

"You're right, I haven't…My mother gave it to me as a gift when we got married." Sakura replied.

"Well, you should wear it." He said, and then walked into the bathroom.

She sighed. It had a faint floral pattern all over it in lace embellishments. It was a lace up back as usual, so she was going to need help…
She took off the shirt she was wearing and pulled on her usual undergarments, and then unlaced the back of the dress on her own. She pulled it over her head and waited for a couple of minutes, and Syaoran walked out. She turned around and he walked over to her, lacing the back of her dress up quickly.

"Is that tight enough?" he asked.

"Yes, thank you." She said.

Syaoran stepped back and she turned around, so he could see the dress on her. He looked her over and smiled. "You look beautiful."

She blushed. That was the first time he'd ever said that to her, and it made her feel happy…

"Thank you…"

He dressed himself and they headed down to the dining hall together, and afterwards they sat in the lounge talking while they waited for Yamazaki to arrive.

"What did you want to do today?" he asked.

"I'd like to go see Tomoyo, if that's alright…" she replied quietly.

"Alright," he replied.

"So what do you actually do at work, Syaoran?" Sakura asked curiously as she leant back in her chair.

He smiled, "What do you mean?"

"Well, not only do you know a lot about different remedies-I get that you're a doctor-but you seem to carry a lot of different research around as well." She said.

"You have sharp eyes." He murmured.

"So, you finally noticed." She smiled.

"I do both." He said. "I do research and practice."

Sakura smiled, "I see-no wonder you have so many colleagues."

He smiled, "Yes. It's hard to keep up with sometimes."

There was a knock at the door and the door opened to reveal Yamazaki and Mira. Mira left after seeing Syaoran's sharp glare and Yamazaki entered.

"Hello, it's good to see you again." He greeted.

Syaoran stood and shook hands with him as usual, and Yamazaki walked around. "Ah, Lady Sakura-you look lovely today."

"Thank you." She smiled.

"How are you feeling?" he asked her.

"I'm fine-it's him you should be asking." She shrugged.

"Oh, but I'm more concerned about you. Living with him must be awful." Jase said casually.

"Wow, Yamazaki, I think you just overstepped a line there." Syaoran murmured.

"Did I? As Sakura's doctor, I think I should be worried." He said with a smile.

"Yes. Worried that you're about to be punched." Syaoran muttered.

Yamazaki laughed. "Alright. How was yesterday?"

"It wasn't too bad." Syaoran shrugged.

Sakura rolled her eyes. "He had a fever and vomited a few times, but that was about it." She said.

"Still feeling unwell?" Yamazaki asked Syaoran.

"Not really." Syaoran replied.

"Vague answer. I'd say yes."

"I'm not." He muttered.

"Right…" Sakura rolled her eyes.

"You two seem to be getting along better. That's a relief." Yamazaki said. "I assume it was just a bug or a virus. Nothing to make a fuss over."

"That's what I had thought as well, but it's better to get a second opinion rather than make a self diagnosis." Syaoran said dully.

"Indeed. Oh Sakura, I haven't seen you come by the clinic lately-the kids miss you." Yamazaki said casually.

Syaoran looked at Sakura and she pretended to be off in a daze, not paying much attention to either of the two men.

"I didn't think you knew." Yamazaki said with an amused smile.

"No, I didn't." Syaoran muttered. "I only just recently found out that she's been helping out at the orphanage."

"Yes. She'll come by sometimes and give the children who are in intensive care sweets or small toys to cheer them up. I think she identifies with them somehow." Yamazaki said quietly.

Syaoran looked at him with confusion and Yamazaki handed him a file. "I managed to pull some strings. Don't look at it while she's around."

Sakura wondered what they were talking about and sighed. "Yeah, I help out at the clinic. I'm sorry I didn't tell you." She mumbled.

"As long as you weren't doing anything stupid then that's fine." Syaoran replied.

"What the hell does that mean!?" she cried.

"Oh, I'm just saying, you're not exactly the most sensible wife in the world." He shrugged.

She thought for a moment. "Well, I can't exactly deny it." She said.

"I'd really like to see you down there again though. Chiharu would enjoy your company too." Yamazaki said.

"Really? Oh-how's she doing with the pregnancy?" Sakura asked.

"She's tired most of the day, but for the most part it's going along well." He said.

"That's a relief." Sakura smiled. "I was a bit worried the other day when she fell asleep on me."

"She does that all the time." Yamazaki laughed. "I need to check when her next appointment is…"

"It's Thursday." Syaoran said.

"How do you know?" Sakura asked.

"I'm her doctor, strangely enough." He replied sarcastically.

She glared at him and Yamazaki laughed again.

"It's amazing how fast the year has gone by. It's almost Christmas; do you have any plans?" he asked the couple.

Sakura shrugged. "We haven't really spoken about it." Syaoran said.

"Sadly, I have to look after sick patients, but that's ok. I better be going-take it easy, the both of you." Yamazaki said as he walked out.

"Thank you for your time."

"Whatever."

Syaoran stood after the doctor had left and sighed, "I better go speak with Mira about a few things. I'll be back shortly."

She grabbed his hand as he passed and stopped him, but she wasn't quite sure why she had. He looked at her with confusion, watching as she tried to figure out her confused feelings.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Nothing…I'm sorry…" she whispered and released his hand.

He waited for a moment, feeling a little worried, and then walked out to go and find Mira.

He found her raking the front yard, and as he walked over she smiled. He wasn't pleased, and he wanted to know what she had done with Sakura's clothes.

"What can I do for you, My Lord?"

"I want to know what you've done with all of Sakura's sleepwear." He said, getting straight to topic. "I know you've done the laundry. Surely it can't be that hard to place her things away at the same time you place mine away-you've never had trouble with it before."

Mira smiled sweetly. "I thought you should know what kind of girl she really is, with what was hidden at the bottom of that draw."

He shook his head. "Well, it looks like your plan backfired. I want her clothes back in that draw by six o'clock tonight-understand? If they aren't there when I check, you're fired. One more little prank, and you're fired. I'm sick of your games, Mira."

She looked at him with shock. Backfired how? "As you wish, My Lord…" she said.

He turned and headed back up to the manor, feeling the cold air of winter on his back as he walked.

Sakura looked up as he walked back into the lounge and Syaoran sat down beside her on the couch.

"Your clothes should be sorted out now." He said.

"Really?" she asked.

"Mira decided it would be funny to stress you out for a night." He murmured.

Sakura stayed silent. "Why would she do that…?" she asked.

He pulled her into a gentle hug but didn't say anything. Sakura began to worry but she didn't push him away nor did she try to fight her way out of his embrace like she once would have.

"I don't know." He finally replied. "It's cold outside, so you may want something to cover your shoulders, so you don't get cold." He murmured as he pulled away.

She smiled. "Getting splashed with water doesn't sound like such a good idea now, does it?"

He rolled his eyes and she giggled before leaving the room to gather her things, and they left to head over to their friends' house.

…

After hearing about Sakura dressing up as a maid and who had come by the day before, Eriol had completely lost it and Tomoyo was in a fit of giggles. Sakura was on the floor reliving her laughter while Syaoran shook his head.

"I wish I was there!" Eriol laughed.

"I'm more amused at the fact that Sakura called him master. Normally you'd refuse to even use such a term, but your acting was perfect." Tomoyo giggled.

Syaoran cringed at the memory.

"I didn't have much of a choice, but it was funny watching his expression." Sakura smirked.

"Don't ever do that again." Syaoran said.

"Aww, did I embarrass you?" Sakura giggled. "Face it sweet cheeks-you're going to have to explain it to him sooner or later."

"I'm not looking forward to that day." Syaoran muttered.

Tomoyo smiled, "May I speak with my sister privately please?" she asked.

Eriol and Syaoran stood and left the room, leaving the girls to talk in peace. Tomoyo smiled at Sakura and poured her a cup of hot tea.

"I noticed that you're getting along with Syaoran a lot better lately." She said.

Sakura smiled softly. "I guess we are…"

"What happened, if I may ask?" Tomoyo enquired.

Sakura sighed. "He found out that I like to help out at the orphanage and the doctors clinic with the children. Syaoran didn't realise that I liked children so much, and I confessed that one day I do want children, but not because it's demanded of me, but rather because it's a decision made between me and the person I love. He just smiled and said 'I agree'."

Tomoyo smiled with satisfaction. "But you haven't figured out how you feel yet, have you?"

Sakura turned bright red. "Tomoyo!"

"You two are married. You don't have a choice with who you can be with anymore, but you do care for him, don't you?" Tomoyo said.

Sakura looked into her cup peach flavoured tea and sighed. "Somewhere along the line…I think I did come to fall in love with him…" she murmured.

"But you haven't told him about what happened when you were seven or between you and Dimitri yet, have you?" Tomoyo asked with a small smile.

Sakura shook her head. "I can't…!" she whispered, tears falling down her face. "I'm too scared!"

Tomoyo smiled, "It will be ok-everything comes in its own time."

Sakura nodded.

"So, how has your cooking been going?" Tomoyo asked cheerfully.

"Ami says it's been getting better. I don't think it's all that great…" she mumbled.

Tomoyo smiled, "You should be more confident!"

"Syaoran doesn't know I've been practicing and I'd like to keep it that way." Sakura muttered.

"But why?"

"Because it's embarrassing!"

"What's embarrassing?"

She looked up to see him standing at the door with Eriol and she looked at Tomoyo who gave a slight shrug. "Nothing…" she mumbled.

"We were just wondering if you'd finished talking yet?" Eriol asked politely.

"No-"

"Of course, have a seat." Tomoyo smiled, cutting across Sakura.

Sakura sighed as they sat down and Syaoran looked at her. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing, I'm just feeling a little tired." She replied. He stayed silent, suspecting that something was wrong, but didn't say anything.

They chatted for a while and Sakura seemed to be acting like her usual self, so he didn't say anything when they got home as he didn't know what had been said in the conversation with her sister.

"I've got some work to take care of, so I'll be in the study. If you need me just knock on the door." He told her.

She nodded, but she didn't seem to be paying much attention. He knelt down beside her seat and gently turned her face to meet his. "Why won't you tell me what's wrong?" he asked softly.

"There's something from my past I can't tell you about…I'm scared of what you'll think of me afterwards…" she whispered.

He smiled gently, "Take your time. I don't mind." He said softly.

"Thank you." She smiled.

He stood and left, walking into the study and looking at the file sitting on top of his desk that Yamazaki had given him earlier. He sighed and sat down, picking it up and opening it. In the corner was a photo of Sakura, and the front page was the familiar cover page of medical records.
Why would he…?

He flicked through, finding just general medical information. From what he could see Sakura was a rather healthy woman and rarely got ill, but when she did get ill she did it well. But he already knew this information from the file her mother had given him, so what was so different about this one?

He turned the page again and came across something else-something a little more disturbing.
She was seven and had fallen critically ill over a period of two months. There was no medicine that could save her, so the family cut off all ties with any medical practitioners except for one…

His own father had advised that it was no ordinary illness, but rather an illness caused by her inability to control the serious amount of magic that she possessed-the kind that could potentially destroy the universe if it got in the wrong hands or couldn't be controlled properly. She wasn't going to get any better unless something was done quickly, only two options left open to the family.

After deciding to seal her magic away, the family lost a loving father and husband, covering it up as a tragic accident. Sakura didn't have much of a memory of the two months that she was bedridden, and she certainly didn't remember her father's death, but after learning from her mother how he had come to pass away, she tried to keep as much of the memories of her father alive as she possibly could, including the art that he had taught her and horse riding despite what society dictated.

At the end of the written document was his father's signature, and he placed the document down. He remembered when his father had spoken about a young girl that had just been through a serious trauma and had to leave on a sudden trip one night.

His father had spoken often of her, and Syaoran remembered that he liked hearing about her, finding his stories amusing to listen to.
He remembered one about how his father had caught her climbing one of the trees in the backyard and she had hidden up there, so he had to speak with her up in the tree instead of in the house. He remembered laughing when his father had told him of that story and smiled at the memory.

Still, he hadn't exactly been honest with Sakura about his profession-it was true that he was a doctor, yes, but he very much followed in the footsteps of his father when it came to the magic side. Only a few in his field knew of it and were researching how to combat illness caused by magic and other powers; Yamazaki was one of his colleagues and friends that knew of the existence. He had to tell her soon, but wasn't sure how to break it to her, and sighed.

Syaoran stood, deciding to go and see if Sakura was feeling any better compared to before. He wondered what he could do to help her feel better, if there was anything.

Sakura was sewing as he walked in, something he rarely saw her do. While it was true that he had seen her embroider patterns onto silk and other beautiful cloths with incredible skill, he didn't think he'd ever seen her sew something other than the blanket for Carla.

"What are you making?" he asked as he walked over.

She jumped, surprised by his sudden appearance, and then realised that there was no way she could hide what she was doing. She looked away with embarrassment and he smiled.

"It's a blanket…" she mumbled.

He looked at her with confusion, "A blanket for what?"

She blushed.

"Come on, you can tell me."

"No." She mumbled.

"That's boring." He sighed.

"Yeah, I know, I'm so boring!" she rolled her eyes.

He looked at her with surprise and she mumbled something, to which he muttered something back. They looked at each other and laughed for a moment, and then they relaxed.

"You're still not going to tell me, are you?" he asked.

"God no." she snorted.

He smiled, but his smile faded quickly as he remembered why he had come to speak with her. Sakura noticed and she began to worry, and she set her things to the side and walked over to where he was sitting on the couch and sat beside him.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Sakura, I've just seen your sealed medical records…" Syaoran said. Sakura fell silent. "Do you remember the doctor who tended to you?" he asked.

She nodded. "It's a bit hard not to. He came to see me twice a week every week for seven years until I turned fourteen." Sakura replied. "Then I only saw him when I was ill."

"That doctor was my father." Syaoran confessed.

She blinked twice and stared at him, trying to take in the information. She felt her heart sink and tears fill her eyes, and she felt sick. "So, you know…" she whispered. "You know about what happened when I was seven."

Syaoran nodded. Sakura stayed silent and she felt tears roll down her cheek.

"Sakura, there's something I haven't told you." He said. She looked at him and he smiled sadly. "You asked me earlier what it was that I did, and I told you that I did both practice and research-that's true enough for the average person, but for you and I there's something else to it… Like my father, I'm also researching and treating illnesses that are caused by magic and finding other ways to treat them. The illness that took my mother was a disease that was caused by magic and there wasn't a way to treat it yet." He explained.

Sakura reached out and hugged him, wrapping her arms around his back. Surprised, he hugged her back and smiled.

"Thank you for telling me." She said softly. "It means a lot to me."

He squeezed her body and then released her, giving her a gentle smile. "Thank you for listening." He said softly, and then he stood to leave the room.

She watched as he left, and she pouted as she wanted him to stay longer. After a few moments she smiled again and then continued with her sewing to pass the time.