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A/N: Hello-again! I'm back with the edited version of chapter 4. Some of you complained or pointed out the chapter was too short for your liking. So consider this… Expanded and stretched.

A Little Too Late

Chapter 4

One month later, Sakura couldn't sleep. Her mind kept on wandering on and off about a certain lad. Not only that, she couldn't stop smiling whenever his name pops up.

The clock on the nightstand stated that it was 8am, she let out a dreamy sigh, when she felt strong arms pulled at her waist.

Sakura giggled when Eriol set butterfly kisses down her shoulders. Eriol groaned and continued to envelope her in his kisses. His stubby chin brushed against her delicate skin. "Morning," her voice soft.

"What are you thinking about?" Eriol said, tucking her hair behind her ear. His arms tightly secured around her body in a possessive gesture. Sakura rolled on her back and eyed him.

Somehow, he looked different. Hot? Yes indeed, but there was something else. Sakura let Eriol pull her to his chest. Her eyes fluttered sleepily, struggling to keep them open. She placed her hands on his chest, kissing his Adam's apple softly. Sakura closed her eyes and leaned into him. "Nothing."

Eriol kissed her temple one last time, before sitting up against the headboard. Groaning as the sunlight met his eyes. He reached for his glasses sitting idly on the nightstand.

Sakura watched as her lover's silhouette disappeared into the bathroom. Her hands unconsciously made their way to her abdomen, gently caressing the small bump.

And that was how Eriol found her. Carefully, Eriol snuck back under the covers and joined her little world. Her kissed her cheeks and whispered words of love into her ears.

Somewhere down town, back in the old Li Residence. Tomoyo was throwing a fit. Huffing out smoke as she worked on her new clothing line. Screaming whenever the stitches didn't seem right to her.

"Babe, calm down. Your designs are awesome as it is," Syaoran said as he slowly placed the food tray down next to her. "C'mon, you deserve a rest." His hands trying desperately to pry her away from the sewing machine.

Tomoyo snarled and narrowed her eyes into slits. Her finger pressed against his lean body, jabbing him in the chest repeatedly.

"Calm down?" she shrieked. "I just found out that Sakura's pregnant and she's not even married yet. We've been married for what, two months? And we're not even close to being blessed!" Her face was flustered and her amethyst eyes shifting with anger.

Syaoran frowned at his wife. Never before has she been so demanding as she was now.

"Be patient! So what if she's pregnant? Not everything has to be a competition Tomoyo, and you know that! Let her have her baby and let us focus on the bright side, shall we?" he said with his jaws clenched and teeth gritting.

Tomoyo waited until Syaoran was more than an earshot away. She tossed her hair back and sauntered towards her working desk. Working on whatever project she had in mind. Or in this case, her first ever maternity line.

She admit that she was competitive, however it never seem to stop her from dressing her cousin up; whether she likes it or not, Tomoyo thought.

In the midst of working, her mind drifted off to the night she invited Sakura over for dinner.

Syaoran was sitting comfortably in his favourite armchair while his wife set out the dinner table. His brown eyes shifted to Tomoyo's figure. Since there was nothing interesting on television he watched her instead.

They just came home from Hong Kong the night before yesterday and Tomoyo was ecstatic to show off her culinary skills once they arrived home. He could not deny that he felt like an overstuffed turkey after dinner.

Tomoyo jumped in glee when she heard the door bell rang. Quickly discarding her apron and sorting out the wrinkles from her attire, Tomoyo rushed to the door beating Syaoran to it.

But her smile quickly turned into a frown when she saw Sakura in the arms of none other than Eriol Hiiragizawa. With her mouth gapped open, Syaoran decided to take charge.

"Hey man, didn't expect to see you." He said bumping fists with Eriol. Syaoran's eyes wandered off to Eriol's arm draped around Sakura's shoulders. For some reason, his chest clenched and he felt hollow inside.

Sakura smiled at their friendly gesture and left them to their bonding. But as soon as her eyes met Tomoyo's, the two find themselves standing idly, waiting for the other to speak.

"Why don't we all come in and get ourselves comfortable?" Syaoran's voice broke their stare. Eriol nodded his head, letting his friend lead them into the confines of their home.

Dinner kicked off casually and easy. Every tension Sakura felt before was gone. She laughed along with their jokes and smiled at their playful arguments. Every now and then, Sakura would lean into Eriol's embrace and close her eyes at the warmth that she felt.

Eriol gave her shoulder a small squeeze and kissed her head. His hand caressing her arm. "I love you," he whispered. Sakura couldn't resist smiling.

Tomoyo stared at the couple's affection for each other. From the corner of her eyes, Tomoyo saw Syaoran gripping tightly on the armrest. His Adam's apple bobbing up and down in a nervous gulp as he chugged down his wine.

She knew somewhere deep inside he was in love with Sakura, but she couldn't bear to appear second place next to her. What was so special about Sakura? A question she asked herself repeatedly.

All Tomoyo saw was a plain looking auburn haired girl with big green eyes. Compared to her, Tomoyo would surely win the sex appeal trophy. Tomoyo often felt sorry for Sakura. Bitterness grew in her as she went on with her thoughts of Sakura. The reason why she dressed Sakura up in her designs is merely because she felt Sakura needed to good enough to stand next to her.

Yes, of course, Even her own mother hated Sakura wholeheartedly. Tomoyo simply invited Sakura to flaunt her newly found 'toys' in her face. Who knew her plan would backfire? If Syaoran were to know of her outrageous plans, he'd probably marry Sakura instead. Tomoyo grimaced at the thought.

The clinks of silverware filled the rooms from every corner to the next. Eriol eyed Sakura as she nibbled her salad with a small twinkle in her eyes. Yes, indeed she was letting go. Perhaps what she has achieve now is indeed a far cry from her broken state a few days before. Eriol, being the person no one could ever convince that easily, began to smile and believe in her.

Syaoran stood leaning against the breakfast bar of the kitchen. His eyes never leaving the couple cuddling in the loveseat. For some reasons he felt empty and sad. Why would I? He thought. I'm happily married, I've got a beautiful wife and a fantastic job.

His conscious may say so, but his heart disagreed. His breathing hitched when he saw Eriol leaning down to kiss Sakura. I'm not jealous. I know I'm not, he thought. Trying his hardest to convince himself.

Syaoran pulled himself back from the past. His glass half empty. He sat on the front porch of his house, sipping red wine while listening to Tomoyo's constant rants and raves.

Tomoyo stopped her track. Slowly placing her mug down the granite counter. Her eyes staring blankly into space. I'm not jealous, she thought.

I'm not jealous at all. Her amethyst eyes shifting back and forth to the picture frame on the table top.

It was a picture of the four of them during graduation day. Graduation. The word felt heavy and strange all of a sudden. Tomoyo narrowed her eyes into slits, trying to recall the events that occurred on that day.

As hardest as she could muster, she couldn't remember anything. It was like a missing page, ripped open from a book.

She heard the door slam shut. Backing away from the frame, Tomoyo slid into her seat. Her mug long forgotten as she thoughts drifted about.

Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed this little edited piece. And I have another story coming along. I know what you're thinking, she should at least finish up 'The Unknown Chapter' and 'A Little Too Late' first. But I can't help it. Temptations are just too much. So if you want, you can check it out. It's called Surviving The Seasons. A Hades x Persephone fic.