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A/N : After months of 'abandoning' fan fiction and sitting for my exam, I finally. Finally had time to update and upload this story. Thanks to those of you who reviewed, it made me happy and sane. And to those of you who added this story to your favourite and alerts, thank you so much!
A lot you pointed out that Sakura and Syaoran may not end up together in this story, but I was thinking perhaps there should be an alternative ending after the epilogue for those of you who wanted Eriol and Sakura to end up together.
If you want an alternative ending please tell me by reviewing. Thank you!
With no further ado, here's chapter 7.
Chapter 7 : Gifts From Heaven.
A few months after the whole cheating fiasco, Syaoran eventually rented an apartment and went back to work. Every night he would go to Eriol and Sakura's house for dinner. Things were starting to look up. He had gotten a promotion and managed hire a lawyer to finalize his divorce. His divorce to Tomoyo.
Truth is, Syaoran went to reconcile his relationship with Tomoyo. He was willing to forgive her and move on. Sakura insisted that it had to be done. She told him, if they weren't going to fox their marriage the least he could do was talk to her. Syaoran was a right bloke. He was the kind of man who would see pass the mistakes people have made.
Even when the fiasco was still going down, he was still in love with Tomoyo. She was the apple of his eye, and he wanted – needed to prove to her. Unfortunately, as soon as he walked in through the front door. He found Tomoyo, his still technically married wife, straddling another man, making out with him like a lust-crazed teenager.
Syaoran had a sense of déjà vu. He straightened his back and cleared his throat. "Excuse me, but if you would just take the time to pay attention." He drawled. His amber eyes suddenly turned cold, fixated on the couple's almost state of undress.
Tomoyo's eyes widened in surprise. "S-Syaoran, I-I wasn't-" She made a move to stand up, her dress crumpled and her hair in a mess.
Syaoran refused to back down. His face was expressionless. He reached a hand in to his suit and pulled out a file. "Don't let me interrupt. I'm just here to deliver this." He placed the file on the small coffee-table. "I expect it to be signed, sealed and delivered to my office this Monday. I see you in court." His monotonous voice sent chills down Tomoyo spine.
Syaoran looked around at what used to be his house and glanced back at his soon to be ex-wife. "Good day, Daijouji!"
"Syaoran, wait!"
Syaoran never turned around, he kept his pace steady and made his way to his car. A victorious smirk placed on his lips. Syaoran Li is back baby! He thought triumphantly. He leaned against the seat and donned on a pair of shades.
He watched from the rearview mirror and smirked at Tomoyo's attempt to chase the car. Unaware of her state of undress. The neighbors might look on with bewilderment, but he didn't care. They might think he was mean, uncaring, cold. He didn't care. In weeks, he'd be a freeman. Free from her and her octopus tentacle like hands.
That night, Syaoran offered his friends dinner, this time in his apartment. Sakura and Eriol were both confused. They were used to having dinner at their, but nevertheless they accept.
Syaoran sat at the head of the table. His glass of wine never empty, his eyes darted between Sakura and Eriol, the smug smile still present on his lips. That night, the three of them were eating a feast fit for a king. Eriol irked a brow at his friend's peculiar behaviour. "What's the occasion?"
Syaoran poured more wine into Eriol's glass. A chuckle escaping his lips as he slurred hi words, "I've got a promotion. You are now looking at co-owner of Li Enterprise. My mother finally thought I was ready!" Syaoran puffed out his chest like a Kingfisher. "Can you believe it?"
"I can, mate. Wow! Syao, you've really improved. I'm proud of you!" Eriol said grinning, patting Syaoran's back repeatedly. The two laughed and shared jokes in happiness. Life couldn't get any better.
Suddenly Sakura started screaming. Eriol thought she was experiencing some sort of false contractions as she did before, but apparently, "Eriol Hiiragizawa, get your arse here this instant!" She yelled from the top of her lungs. Eriol's face blanched white.
"Eriol!" She yelled, her patience was wearing thin. Sakura sat of the floor, her legs drenched in liquid. "My water just broke! Come here this instant!" She was seeing red, her emerald eyes turning to a shade of dark green instead. She was fuming.
Eriol came to the kitchenette in a scared and haste pace. His eyes darted around looking for a solution, all those couple baby birth lessons gone from his mind. "Do something!" Sakura ordered him. She pulled him by the collar and pulled his face to hers. "Do something, now. Or so help me I'll let you sleep in the dog house!" She said through gritted teeth.
Eriol gulped in fear. Quickly, he scooped her into his arms and ushered Syaoran to drive them to the nearest hospital yet. Syaoran even in his state of stupor began to sober up. His eyes held panic. The men were driving her crazy enough to give birth in the car. Above Sakura's incoherent screams and endless strings of curses, Syaoran managed to get them to the hospital. The receptionist baffled at the sight of two man pushing a wheelchair with a writing pregnant woman in it. "Which one of you is the husband?" she asked them, both men froze, registering her presence.
Eriol blinked his eyes, pain seething through his arm. Sakura's sharp nails digging through his flesh. "I-I am." he stammered. Sakura turned to glare at him. Of all the time they spent together, he has never seen her glare at him. She was always so sweet and caring and kind.
Sakura opened her mouth. "You! You did this! I hate you!" Her face scrunched up in pain. "You and your baby caused this, I should have never-" her sentence broken by another scream, then another. Eriol began to doubt his abilities to calm her.
The doctors rushed her to the delivery room. Sakura was drenched in sweat. "Get the baby out of me! I am not going to die like this!" The doctor was about to give Eriol permission to enter the room, but Sakura was quick to argue with him, "Don't even think about letting that leech in, its his fault I got here in the first place."
The doctor sighed and closed the door behind him, leaving Eriol to stand in front of the door. "It's all right. All the pregnant women do that. They're very emotional." The receptionist said, giving him an assuring smile. "Pretty soon, she'll be askin' for ya'"
"Eriol! Where's my fiance? I need him with me!" Sakura's voice came through the double steel doors. Eriol suddenly turned pale, he placed his palm against the door. Swallowing the huge lump in his throat, he gather all the masculinity he had in him. Hoping it'd help him stay alive when facing Sakura' wrath. He took a deep breathe and pushed the double doors open.
Syaoran stayed hunched up in the corner. His face covered by his hands, silently nursing his all to early hangover. He groaned in frustration. Sakura's screaming weren't helping him either. He raised his head to face the receptionist. "How long do this things last?" He asked, his head was throbbing.
The receptionist shrugged her shoulders, "Depends, sometimes it last longer than fourteen hours, but never more than a day." She went back to the stack of files resting on the counter. "Excuse me."
"Oh God!" he moaned. This was hell.
No more than fifteen hours later, two distinct baby cries pierced the air. Syaoran got up from his seat, his long legs walking him towards the double doors. He peeked through the small window and saw Eriol carrying two babies in his arms. One was wrapped in blue and the other in pink. Eriol saw him and brought the babies out of the room.
"Sakura's resting," Eriol said in a hushed voice, bouncing each baby in his arm. "Beautiful, aren't they." Eriol nodded towards the babies.
Syaoran was lost for words, the took one look at the babies and fell in love. He placed one finger into the blue wrap baby's hand. The baby gripped his finger. "Quite a strong grip you have their, boy." He grinned. "Twins, Eriol? I thought, you were only having one."
Eriol handed the blue wrapped baby to Syaoran. "We thought so too. Sakura refused to go through the ultrasound. Said she wanted it to be a surprise. And surprise! Twins, a boy and a girl."
Syaoran smiled and congratulated his friend. "Do they have names yet?"
"No, I'll wait for Sakura to wake up. For now she needs her rest. She just gave birth to our babies. She thinks it more appropriate to give names after birth. Don't know why, but she does." Eriol took the baby from Syaoran and passed them to the nurse waiting nearby. "You better go home and rest, mate. You've earn it." Eriol said patting Syaoran at the back.
"So do you. If anyone deserves a rest, you do. Putting up with Sakura's wrath is hard work. I've seen it happen before and no one's able to go through all that without a sacrificed eardrum or bleeding nostrils. Congratulations, mate. You're a dad, now!" Syaoran shook his friend's hand and went to the elevator, "I'll be seeing you later."
The weeks rolled by, Syaoran was finally free. However, Tomoyo didn't leave the marriage empty-handed. She managed to obtain seventeen percent of Li Enterprises money from last year's successful trades, enough to support her for the next five years. The pregnancy hoax Tomoyo had tried to pull, backfired. Syaoran was finally. Finally, free.
The twins, Léon and Valérie, has Touya and Nakuru as their godparents. It was a sight to behold, how the twins had everyone wrapped around their tiny pinkies. People wondered about the names Sakura and Eriol had picked for the babies and were told of Eriol's rather long ancestry stretching back to its french origin.
A/N: Fear not, this is not the end. The pairing is labelled Syaoran. L and Sakura. K. There are only two chapters left. Three if you want an alternative ending. Meaning Sakura and Eriol ends up together. As per usual, review, review, review. Send me your love and suggestions. But don't send me flames.
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