Chapter Title: Inochi
A/N: Yes, she is indeed preggers. A lot of things will happen in the fic, which is why i have no idea how many chapters it will be. All will be short, though. The baby mama drama is the catalyst to the plot.
It seemed to be impossible to work anymore. So many chaotic thoughts filled her head so quickly, as if she had little space for anything else. These thoughts haunted her and unleveled her, bringing in doubts that she could not handle. Doubts that she not afford to have at such a time in her life. Doubts that she wanted to wash away.
And why was her left hand so heavy?
"That is a lovely ring, are you engaged?"
An innocent question by an innocent customer. Yet, it was a question that appeared sinister.
"Yes."
"How lovely, such a young girl like yourself must feel lucky."
Lucky?
Yes, she was lucky, wasn't she?
"Yes. I am."
Lucky, but cursed. She was such a burden to him, and she was lucky he was so kind. But did that kindness have a limit? He was only human. He would soon have a moment where he'll realize that he was too good for her. When will he realize it?
It has been two weeks since Syaoran Li proposed to her.
It had been twelve days since Sakura went to the doctor for a routine check-up.
It had been twelve days since she found out she was pregnant with Syaoran's child, which has been alive for twenty-one days. It had been nearly two weeks since she has painted anything new,
Life was inside her.
Were paint fumes dangerous?
What was healthy?
Could life survive with her?
Did Syaoran want children now?
Was he ready for one?
Was she?
1 New Text Message
Kura, when r u going to come to the studio?
- Sumu
Why was classmate Susumu-kun so antsy?
Oh right.
She was putting up some pieces in the gallery soon. A debut was coming up. Her own.
Everything was coming at her form different places. What horrible timing.
Life was inside her, and yet, she had to worry about herself. She was being selfish. Could she be a mother, being this way?
1 New Text Message
Sakura, be safe. I love you.
-Syaoran
He was cute. And he doted on her, so much. Did she really deserve him?
No, she did not.
Cowardly, she went home. Feeling it would be impossible to even bring herself to tell Susumu-kun that she had no new artwork to display, she decided to hide.
The canvas mocked her, taunted her, laughing as it knew she had no power over it. Her hand rested on her belly, but she shook it away. Slowly, she picked up a red bottle of paint and threw it against the white canvas. It bled and to some extent, gave her a small satisfaction.
Quickly, she took it outside and threw it away.
Syaoran cam home to find her sitting on the sofa, watching television. A child's program was on. She looked at him, and he smiled. He held up a bag.
"I bought food."
They sat, food laid out before them. She gave him a half-smile; hotcakes. He knew they were her favorite.
He was too good for her.
"You have reached Syaoran, and Sakura, please leave a message."
"Syaoran, this is your mother-"
She didn't hear the rest of the message.
In the toilet, she violently threw up.
The baby did not like pancakes.