Requited, Unrequited: Chapter Fourteen

Christmas

Miyano Shiho woke up at the feel of sunlight on her face. Normally, the first thing she would see is a sleeping Shinichi Kudo snoring away. But Shiho thinks this might not be a normal day, because when she opened her eyes, her husband of two years is grinning at her, chin propped up in his left hand and his right rose above the two of them.

"Morning, Sleeping Beauty."

Shiho's eyes traveled to see the object Shinichi was holding aloft. One eyebrow rose. "Being romantic now, aren't we?"

Shinichi laughed. "Admit it. I'm getting better at these things."

Shiho covered her face with a pillow snorted, somehow making it an elegant sound. "I'm going back to sleep."

Shiho saw that Shinichi was pouting when he removed the pillow from her face. "Don't you like my present for you? I'm hurt, Shiho."

She couldn't help but roll her eyes. Shiho chuckled. "Come here you." And she wrapped her arms around Shinichi's neck, kissing him. Shinichi made a sound of contentment, one hand caressing his wife's side and the other holding up his weight. The two broke apart after a few minutes, but Shinichi continued to trail butterfly kisses on Shiho's neck and jaw.

"Merry Christmas, Shiho." Shinichi huskily said in between kisses.

"Merry Christmas, Shinichi." Shiho hummed, combing her fingers through her husbands raven locks. She never got bored on feeling how soft it was. Her other hand found the object that lay forgotten after their kiss. "You don't need a mistletoe to kiss me, you know."

"I thought it would be nice." Shinichi laughed sheepishly, sitting up after pecking her in the lips.

Shiho sighed, obviously amused. "Your getting sillier as you get older, Shinichi."

"I'm not silly." Shinichi huffed, feigning hurt.

Shiho laughed at the sight of a pouting Shinichi, and to him it sounded like bells. She sat up and kissed Shinichi in the cheeks.

"Now that's not enough for a Christmas gift, you know. " Shinichi cheekily said, before claiming Shiho's lips in a heated kiss. Shinichi was pushing Shiho back in the bed when both of them heard the pitter-patter of feet on the hallway.

Shinichi groaned and slumped in the bed. He stared at the clock and snorted in disbelief. "6:30 in the morning and she's awake. You've got to be kidding me. Reina never, ever, ever, wakes up before 8."

Shiho slapped her husbands arm playfully. "It's Christmas." She explained.

"Like that's a proper explanation. "Shinichi grumpily said.

Before Shiho could retort, their door almost flew out of its hinges and a seven year old girl came bounding at them, black hair in disarray and blue eyes shining with excitement. She flew straight at the arms of her parents.

"IT'S CHRISTMAS!" Reina shrieked, jumping up and down. "Otou-san, Okaa-san, did you see? Santa's gift is HUGE!"

Both parents laughed at the bouncing girl. "Merry Christmas, Reina." Shinichi chuckled when Reina squeaked, apparently forgetting something.

"Merry Christmas Otou-san! Merry Christmas, Okaa-san!" Reina sang, pecking her parents on the cheek respectively.

"Merry Christmas. "Shiho said, ruffling her daughter's hair. Shiho didn't have Reina biologically, since her true mother was Shinichi's deceased wife, Mouri Ran. But for Shiho, Reina had always been her daughter.

"Let's go open the presents!" Reina crowed, punching the air.

"Oh alright." Both parents acquiesced, standing up. Reina tackled her father from behind, obviously begging for a lift, and Shiho trailed after the forms of her daughter and husband.

She watched as her husband helped Reina opening her presents, and seated herself in a couch near the Christmas tree. Shiho chuckled at the crazy antics of the two most important people she had.

Moments like this make her ask herself why on Earth she once thought that life is not worth living

Yes. YES. Did anybody guessed it? This chapter has something to do with 'Past, Present, Future'. Scratch that, it has EVERYTHING to do with it. It's a sneak peak at what would happen in the future chapters.

Actually, I'm planning to rewrite PPF. I've made it when I was 11 years old. And now that I'm nearing fifteen (my birthday is the 5th of January), I discovered that the story sucks. Really. The grammar, the style, the plot. OMFG. So I've decided to redo the whole thing, and I'm planning to post the first chapter on my birthday, though I'm not making any promises. I changed many things, and it would be a bit different than the original. Please support the new PPF.

Anyway, this chapter is a belated Christmas gift to all of you who still loves Akitsuki Akira. I hope you like it.

HAPPY NEW YEARS! HAPPY BIRTHDAY VONGOLA PRIMO GIOTTO!

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