I'm sorry I haven't updated. I just couldn't find the time. If you've got any questions or concerns please feel free to e-mail me at dark. 5-First Movement, and our second kiss.
"Syaoran, where are you?" it was noon and Sakura was wandering barefooted, padding across the large house. "Stupid man, why the hell would he by such a big house if only two of us is freaking living in it?" she growled angrily, placing her hand on her waist. Lately her emotions seemed to be like riding a roller coaster. One moment, she was happy and on her way up, next minute she plummets down and was down right angry or would be bawling her eyes out. She hoped she wasn't getting emotional, she was only 10 weeks pregnant, and every little thing could set her off.
"I'm in the office Sakura!" a loud voice called from her left. Growling, she stomped over, slamming the door open, a loud BANG of the knob hitting the wall.
"I call my self hoarse for 15 freaking minutes and NOW you tell me you're just left of me?" she asked in a soft, dangerous growl. Syaoran sighed tiredly,
"I'm sorry all right? I haven't been to the office for weeks now and work is piling up." And it was true. As Sakura observed the room around her, not an inch of the ground was not littered with scrap paper or crumpled paper. Books were lying on the desk opened to certain pages and 3 cups of coffee stood by him. His face was ragged and tired and dark circles outlined his eyes. Sakura's hear twanged and yet again, another emotion change came on. She felt soft prickles by her eyes and groaned inwardly.
"Oh lord…" she groaned inside her head as the tears roll down her eyes.
"Saku-ra?" Syaoran spoke uncertainly, pronouncing her name in two distinct syllables. Tears were rolling down her eyes and he mentally cursed himself for forgetting about her emotional problem.
"I-I'm sorry I was so rude." She hiccupped, "I didn't know you were missing so much because of me, I'm sorry. I'm so damn selfish!" she cried, making Syaoran hug her gently.
"Sh… it's all right." He hushed, her tears damping his shirt. Her tiny hands gripped his shirt tightly, before banging her small fists on his chest, her eyes gleaming with angry tears.
"God damn it I'm not 5! Stop talking to me like I don't understand anything!" she cried before stomping out of the room. Syaoran sighed, falling down onto the floor.
"It's only been 10 weeks god! Give me a break!" he said hopelessly, watching the door that had been swung open by a previously present Sakura.
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Sakura had stomped herself to the nearest room to the office-the kitchen. Walking in the sun light was flittering through the slightly opened drapes; the windows were opened letting in a fresh, autumn breeze. She breathed in happily, calming herself. Humming a happy tune she drifted towards the fridge and opened the freezer. Popsicles, frozen waffles, and pancakes were there. Her eyes scanned the freezer hopefully. She squealed, her eyes landing on what she wanted.
"Yes! Cookies n' Cream!" she yelled in triumph, holding out a container of ice cream. She gingerly searched the cabinets for a scooper and a bowl and 5 minutes later, say happily on the glass table, scooping up mouthful of cookies n' cream ice cream.
Syaoran walked in the kitchen, hearing a small squeal. His eyes landed on the only person there. Sakura sat watching the leaves dance their way down to the floor. She felt a presence behind her and turned around, seeing Syaoran, a grin spread across her face.
"Do you want Ice cream? Its cookies n' cream," She said happily, showing him the spoon filled ice cream, her face shining with pride as if cookies n' cream were the world's most best food. She spooned some ice cream into her mouth, saying in a muffled sort of way, "It's very good." 10 weeks ago, Syaoran would've been willing to give every single penny and cent he had in his bank just to stop Sakura from having large emotional changes. But right now, under the beaming sun that slowly spilled in from the loosely closed window panes, Sakura's emerald eyes gleamed brilliantly under the ultraviolet light, her lips in a shape of a small, childish pout. The warmth of her eyes was slowly seeping through.
"Syaoran?" she called to him. He then realized that she was right there and right in front of him. Small wisps of her warm breath caressed his skin.
"Hmm…" was his oh so smooth reply. Oh well done Syaoran. That was certainly real smooth 'hmm?"
"Do you want to try?" she said ever so childishly, looking up at him from beneath wisp of fallen auburn hair. He said nothing, his mouth slightly opened. Smiling to herself, Sakura gently slipped the silver spoon filled with ice cream into his mouth. Automatically his mouth closed, feeling the contrast of the cold ice cream against his warm, moist mouth. The vanilla ice cream slowly melted on his tongue and the cookie part sent chocolate tastes through his taste buds. He smiled slightly.
"It does taste good, doesn't it?" he finally said, watching her spooning another mouthful of ice cream into her own mouth. She nodded happily, mouth too filled with ice cream. He started to chuckle, seeing bits of ice cream stuck to her mouth. Lifting his hand, he wanted to gently brush them off her lips, but found that his thumb just wouldn't leave her lips; instead, they instinctively traced the soft outlines of her lips. Sakura blushed, feeling soft tingles. Closing in the space between them, Syaoran lowered himself, doing what he was longing to do after the night they had shared after the party. Slowly their lips met, the spoon clattered onto the floor, the ice cream laid forgotten on the table. Sakura wrapped her hands around his neck, running her small hands through his hair, standing on her toes to reach up to him. She nearly clawed the back of his head, feeling his tongue pry her mouth open.
Syaoran's tongue expertly traveled every inch of her mouth, he suppressed a grin, tasting the cold ice cream in her mouth, the way her body would shiver when every his tongue brushed against hers. Before they could get any deeper or intimate, a laughing voice broke them.
"Look at them; they can't even keep their lips apart." A young woman laughed, "Oh they're so kawaii!"
"Tomoyo," a male voice said warningly, "Leave the poor couple alone."
The young woman sighed, "Find Eriol, but I can see that Syaoran has yet to introduce us, seeing the confused look on his beautiful wife's face." Sakura's arm had left Syaoran's neck all ready, and was beet red with embarrassment of being caught.
"Syaoran…" she growled dangerously. Syaoran gulped inaudibly.
"Um, Sakura, this is Eriol Hiirigazawa, and his wife, Tomoyo Daidouji… or Mrs. Hiirigazawa. Everyone this is Sakura Kinomoto." Syaoran introduced. Immediately Tomoyo rushed over, hugging Sakura.
"Oh you look as beautiful as Syaoran described you!" Tomoyo exclaimed, drawing back to examine Sakura's face. Sakura blushed, her heart suddenly warming from those words.
"Am I now because I've never heard him say that before?" Sakura teased, glancing over at Syaoran. He winked at her,
"You're always beautiful babe." He teased her, stuffing his hands into his pocket, a small lazy smile tugging at his mouth. This was the first time he had uttered such a compliment to her for the half year they were married. Tomoyo was nearly jumping by then.
"Oh this is so exciting!" she exclaimed, observing Sakura over, "Oh Sakura you don't even LOOK like you're pregnant!" Sakura flushed, her hands automatically flying towards her stomach. True, it was still flat, but Sakura could feel a small lump starting to rise, call it a mother's instinct.
"Have you thought about it being a girl or boy yet?" Eriol asked, looking over the two. Syaoran shrugged,
"I'd like a boy, someone to pass on to." He commented.
"It doesn't really matter." Sakura said at the same time, "Girl or boy we'll love them just the same, ne Syaoran?" she added a menacing glare towards her husband.
"Eh… sure." He said, not trusting his emotional companion. Tomoyo burst out laughing,
"Oh lord Syaoran needs someone like you." Tomoyo laughed, "I've got to hand it to you, not many people can make him so uncertain and afraid."
"Master, Mistress, Mr. and Mrs. Hiirigazawa, tuna sandwiches," Pauline presented a tray or neatly cut squares of tiny tuna sandwiches, each one had a toothpick poked through it. The smell wafted towards Sakura's nose and her eyes widened. Her hands flew directly to her mouth, her stomach churning.
"Oh god." She mumbled through her hands before her throat gave a mighty lurch. The three watched from the kitchen as Sakura ran out, hands tightly clamped close to her mouth and slammed the washroom door shut.
"Oh dear, I forgot about Mistress Sakura's sickness." Pauline said worriedly, placing down the tray of sandwiches and heading towards the washroom to help the poor woman. Syaoran sighed warily at the sound. Eriol looked at him with sympathy,
"Man, am I glad I'm not you."
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Sakura came out of the washroom, wiping her mouth, her face slightly pale.
"I'm sorry; I don't do well with Tuna." Sakura said sheepishly, the three outside were waiting for her, all lounging on the couch.
"Think nothing of it my dear." Eriol said charmingly, "The only sympathizing I have is for my dear cousin." He glanced over at Syaoran who was sitting on an arm chair. Normally, Syaoran would've shot back a nasty comment at him, but as of now, his late night working and Sakura's morning problems were coming out in toll and now they were all crashing down on him. He was asleep, his head dangling slightly down towards his shoulder, his hair swinging down. Tomoyo stifled a horrified giggle,
"Oh dear I think Syaoran fell asleep." She giggled through her fingers. Sakura laughed, walking over to him and brush off a strand of hair, he looked so childish when he slept.
"I think we should leave Tomoyo, dear. We shouldn't be bothering the two. It's nice to meet you Sakura." Eriol said politely, standing up with his wife. The raven haired woman nodded,
"We'll see each other soon." She said, before leaving with her husband, "oh and don't bother. We'll get Pauline." She added, seeing Sakura standing up to see them out the door. Sakura smiled,
"Thanks for coming." She bid them good bye, before settling herself on the coach beside the arm chair, slowly, she drifted off.
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20 weeks
It's been 3 and half months, and finally Sakura's stomach was slowly showing. But as the lump began to grow big, her morning sickness got worse, smells from the kitchen that was drift towards the living room was enough to send her flying to the nearest washroom. Thankfully-Syaoran was especially thankful- that her mood swings were now not as constant or as sensitive. True, there were still times, but now he was sure he'll last for another 3 months. It was on a Sunday, the final leaves from trees were slowly drifting down to the ground when she felt the children start to move. She was reading in the living room when it happened.
"Oh!" she gasped, her hand automatically placing itself to her stomach. Her heart started to beat faster, a rush of happiness flowing through her. "Xiao Lang!" Syaoran came thundering down,
"Sakura," he called loudly, finding her in the living room. "What's wrong," seeing her hand was lying on her stomach.
"It's-It's the child, it… it, Xiao Lang it moved!" she exclaimed excitedly. Syaoran's expression immediately changed.
"They, What?" he gasped. Striding over, Sakura stood up, took his hand and placed it to her stomach. Sure enough, after a while, he felt his child, his very own child, do a little kick. It was the most sensational and wonderful feeling, to feel a new life move.
"Sakura, that, it's, amazing." He said in awe. Sakura beamed, nodding.
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Sakura sat alone in her room, reliving the memory of Syaoran and her feeling their child's movement. She held a notebook in her hand, a chart scribbled on in two sections: Boy, Girl Names.
"Hmm… how about… Tony?" she asked herself. She felt a kick quite hardly and she giggled, "Guess that's a no. How about… Xiao Hu?" Another kick and a flood of happiness drifted through her. "Xiao Hu is in the list." She laughed.
"I second that." A voice said from her door. Sakura looked up seeing Syaoran smiling amusedly at her.
"How long were you here?" she asked, surprised that she wasn't able to hear him.
"Ever since I heard the name Johnny." He said, his face scrunched up, making Sakura laugh.
"I guess that's not such a good name." she agreed. Syaoran nodded.
"Get dressed Sakura, we're going to an appointment."
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A/N: Sorry for the late update. It's my mid terms and I've got to do good.
Next Chapter: They have their first Ultrasound!