Chapter Title: Ore Mo

A/N: My Thoughts on College: nngkncudbfdshvcyudfb uidsabdiuvdfbvufvb

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Next chapter is the last.

In the span of just a few months, or weeks, or had more than a year passed, that Syaoran found himself holding in his temper so as to not upset his very pregnant wife (wife, wife! His wife!). Oh no, he was not angry towards her, per se, but rather angry towards his supposed, esteemed colleague, Hiiragizawa and Susumu-kun, a rather annoying classmate os Sakura's. They weren't being hostile or upsetting really, but their drunken external thoughts--concerning him, no less--were grating on Syaoran's nerves.

"And so, it was obvious right from the start that he had fallen for Cherry, and so when I came in, she disapeared, and I of course knew why! Everyone kept saying, 'Oh, Li-kun was also dupped by her! How terrible! Hiiragizawa, you must compensate for his naivety!' Lies! He completely knew who she was (is...or...something, it's all very confusing. Anyway, little Wolf here is anything but stupid. How anyone could have believed he did not find one tiny girl, especially since he nearly singlehandedly discovered fifteen major human trafficking operations--nearly, I said! Of course I helped!--is beyond me), and warned her, and then bam! He marries her! With a bun in the oven, to boot! Can you believe it?"

Syaoran could not believe his idiot colleague, friend, was being so up front about this all, and would have said something or prevented it had Susumu not been just as far gone as Eriol was.

"All I can't believe is that he came through with it all. Amazing, no? All these pieces, I nearly had a heart attack when she submitted them all--oh, yes, fill mine up too while you're at it, this sake is especially good today!--and I thought to myself, 'It truly is a miracle, I got through to her!' All this time it was because she was pregnant and had maternity blues! Well, anyway, she certainly surpassed her expectations! And was Kinomoto-san (or do I call her Li-san now?) always so...glowing? yes, glowing? She has rather nice eyes, and for a pregnant woman, her body certainly--Oh, are you her husband? S-sorry! I didn't mean-it's just that...Hiiragizawa-san, stop laughing! Why didn't you tell me her husband is sitting just across from me!! Especially after I'm oggling his wife! Ah! Not that I am oggling! Hiiragizawa-san, he's glaring at me! And he's a cop!"

With Sakura's slow, but sure stepping out of her shell was glorious not only to him, but to the rest of society. He remembered the allure that Cherry had on men, and that was diluted by a computer screen. In person, Sakura was much more charming and desirable with her sincere shyness and gentle smile certainly attracted people. Syaoran had to make note of just who.

Speaking of his wife, it was time he left those two alone.

(Besides, Tomoyo had come in just in time to chastise her boyfriend that he and sake don't mix very well. "Susumu-kun, don't pay mind to him!)

He walked through her gallery, almost as if he were reading her picture book.

There was one painting, swirled around, a doll clearly losing its existence. Emily.

A girl, naked, but clutching her knees, drowning in a sea of whiteness and pretty words. Cherry.

A howling wolf (he smiled; this one was familiar). Love Lost.

A naked girl with pink hair hugging a wolf, taking comfort as they were both surrounded by green and pink, and white, and red, and blue. Love Found.

A hand was reaching out, the shadow of the face smiling with love and gentleness, and patience. Syaoran's heart skipped a beat just then. It was him. Little Wolf. Accurate, and subtle, Sakura.

But according to everyone, from the classmates, to the strangers, to the teachers, and the even the art dealers and critics, stated that the last painting was by far, the best one she had come up with. Sakura had been very discreet with it, not showing him until he saw it with everyone else.

That was where he found her; standing in front of it, alone, looking at it with the new peaceful calm that she had recently acquired.

Syaoran's steps were slower as he saw what she had created. Out of his peripheral vision, he caught her smile knowingly at him.

Better yet, what they created.

The colors were all there, but he could not differentiate which color was which, like a sunset too beautiful for normal, human eyes. The shape was that of a child, tiny and fragile with eyes closed, but his hand was wrapped around two fingers, one tiny and skinny, the other belonging to a much more muscular person. This baby was obviously a boy, that way she painted him.

"How do you know?" he asked her, kissing her hair, one arm wrapped around her dainty shoulder. She only placed both hands on her belly, a idyllic look on her face, with her cheeks slightly pink in her sheepshiness.

"Just a feeling."

Li Xiao Dan.

He quirked his eyebrow at her.

"I think the name is fitting in a way," she answered with nonchalance, but he detected it--her want for his opinion. He rubbed her womb very slowly.

"Me too." He would not have picked another name.

Li Xiao Dan is what the Li's plan to name their babay.

Xiao means 'little' and also 'morning' and it happens to also be a character is Syaoran's nam 'Xiao Lan'

Dan mean 'dawn' so Xiao Dan can mean "Little Dawn" or ever "Morning Dawn" which fits, considering the symbolism and all, and how much this baby means to them both.

So yeah, I take and put in effort into naming OC characters and all.

Until next chapter.