Hey, guys. I've been working my butt off in my spare time to write this for you guys, so sorry if it's not up to standard. But I have only one exam left and it doesn't really require a lot of study.
But a LOT of you guys supported the pregnant idea. A lotta people also asked me to make Tomoyo pregnant. I won't deny that it would be a good idea… but then Tomoyo and Eriol probably wouldn't get together if I did, so you can see my reasoning behind that, right? Eriol will make an appearance somewhere along the line in the story… I hope.
I did some research as well to try to make the symptoms seem realistic. I'm following a really basic guide here so please don't get uppity at me. Not all the details will be perfect, considering I've never been pregnant (I'm only JUST 16 here, come on…).
Oh, I don't think I've mentioned their ages either… they're 18. Both of them. They're in the final quarter of the twelfth grade, which here is about 9 weeks. So the story should probably be racing towards that point for a while then hopefully I can slow it down a bit. I hope. (Crosses fingers)
Enjoy the chapter!
Parents?
It was not possible.
No way.
No way in Hell!
So what was going on?
Those thoughts were running through Sakura's mind as she stared at the test in her hands. Tomoyo bounded over to her in happiness.
"I'm so happy I'm not pregnant!" She exclaimed, and then noticed that Sakura wasn't paying attention. "Sakura? Sakura, what is it?" Sakura shoved the test into Tomoyo's hands.
"Positive?" Tomoyo shrieked. "What the Hell?"
"No…" Sakura's eyes watered. "No… No! No!" She shrieked, "Tomoyo, what am I gonna do? I just broke if off with Syaoran! What if he denies it? What if he denies my baby! I can't have an abortion! My dad won't let me! Oh my God! Dad! What's he gonna say when he finds out? And Touya!" She was hysterical. Tomoyo grabbed the girl by the shoulders and shook her to calm her down.
"We'll… we'll think of something." Tomoyo assured her. "I promise you, Sakura. And… well… if Syaoran denies it, then I'll personally castrate him so he can't have any more children!" Sakura freaked out more.
"Oh my God!" She cried, sinking to the floor in sobs. "I'm having a baby… I'm having a baby Tomoyo! As in a person! I am going to be responsible for a person!" Tomoyo bit her lip.
"Yeah…" She did the math in he head. Even if Sakura was four weeks along – that was as far as she could be since she had a period six weeks ago, Tomoyo had learnt from her parenting class – there was still eight months to go. And only two and a half of those were school. She could still graduate… right?
"This isn't happening!" Sakura wailed, throwing herself out of the bathroom and into Tomoyo's room. She plopped down on the bed, face first. "This isn't fair!" Tomoyo sat down next to her crying best friend. Sakura was like a sister to Tomoyo. She wasn't gonna let her go through this alone.
"I'll be here for you, Sakura…" Tomoyo whispered, lying down next to her and pulling her into a hug as she cried to sleep.
NEXT DAYSyaoran was waiting at the airport when he saw a flash of auburn and green. He turned his head to the side out of instinct, searching for the familiar girl.
He spotted her a few feet away, looking down at her feet. He noted that her eyes were red rimmed – presumably from crying. His eyebrows furrowed. What happened? He fought his way through the bustling airport to her side. She didn't notice him until he spoke.
"Kinomoto." He commented dryly. Her head shot up to look at him, a deep crimson blush staining her cheeks. That was odd.
"L-Li." She greeted with a slight nod.
"What's wrong with you?" He asked coldly. "You're acting weird, even for you." Not, of course, that he cared.
"It's…" Her hands flew to her abdomen. "It's nothing…" Syaoran, ever perceptive, noticed.
"Abdominal pain?" He questioned. Sakura shook her head. "Stomach cramps?"
"It's nothing!" Sakura yelled, making people stare at them. "I thought you hated me anyway. Why do you care?" He was saved from answering by a call from not far behind him.
"Syaoran!" Syaoran turned to see his mother rushing towards them. To his complete mortification, she crushed him in a huge hug when he reached them. "And who might you be, young lady? Are you Syaoran's girlfriend?" Syaoran almost choked.
"Hell no! She's-"
"I'm a classmate." Sakura smiled at the older woman. "My name's Kinomoto Sakura. It's nice to meet you, Mrs Li." She shook hands with the woman. "I'm waiting here for my father. His flight just arrived, so I should be going. Bye." She said, unusually cheerfully, as she walked off into the opposite direction. Syaoran ignored his mother as he watched her retreating form, his eyes lingering on her back where her stomach would be on her front.
Oh shit. Something was wrong. He just knew it.
OoOoOoOoOoOSakura collapsed onto her bed.
She'd just told her father about her – gulp – pregnancy. He had taken the news remarkably well, in fact. Instead of doing what any normal father would do – get out the shotgun and demand to know where the father of the baby was – he simply smiled and pulled her into a big hug.
Of course, he'd asked all the normal questions; did she want to keep the baby? Did she want an abortion? Did she know who the father was? Things like that. Sakura had blushed the entire time. She told him that she was keeping the baby, and yes, she knew who the father was but didn't want to tell him because they were on bad terms. Her father swallowed all of it.
"You really should tell him, Sakura." Fujitaka opened Sakura's bedroom door slightly, leaning on the frame.
"I don't want to." Sakura murmured, not lifting her face.
"It's not about what you want to do, Sakura." Fujitaka sighed, coming in to sit on the edge of Sakura's bed. "It's about what's right. I've never known you to be selfish in your entire life. Don't start now. Especially with something so big. It's just not like you."
"Selfish?" Sakura squeaked, sitting up in a flash, "I'm being selfish?" Fujitaka eyed her.
"By not telling the poor boy he's going to have a baby?" Fujitaka ignored Sakura's snort at the word 'poor'. "By not telling the baby who it's father is? It's extremely selfish, Sakura."
"He hates me, Dad." Sakura wrapped her arms around her knees and sat with her back against the wall. "And I hate him. We're both better off if he doesn't know."
"But he won't hate his own child, will he?" Fujitaka challenged. "How could he hate his own flesh and blood?" That caught Sakura's attention. Would he hate the baby? She'd never actually seen him talk to other people. He always kept his head down and took all the abuse quietly at school. She was the only person he'd ever spoken to in front of her.
"I…" Sakura frowned. "I don't know." She admitted.
"Give the boy a chance." Fujitaka said quietly. "Maybe he doesn't hate you as much as you think." He got up and left the room.
"I highly doubt it." Sakura muttered to herself as he closed the door.
OoOoOoOoOoO"And you can't go to school dressed in these… these things!" His mother clucked, taking the uniforms out of the laundry and examining them. "I'll have to go into the mall and buy you things that actually fit."
"No, Mother! They fit fine!" Syaoran barked, snatching the clothes from his mother's hands. "I've already told you that I don't need your help! I've lived here alone for two years now! I don't need anyone to molly-coddle me!"
"Well, I never!" His mother huffed indignantly. "Syaoran, I really pity your future children, with that temper of yours. Especially if you go around snapping at them like that all the time!"
"Well, luckily I probably won't ever get the chance to have children." Syaoran muttered, slamming his bedroom door closed behind him. His mother sighed, picking up the phone and dialling a number.
"Hello, it's Li Yelan here." She answered when it picked up on the other end. "No, no everything's fine. How are you?"
OoOoOoOoOoO"… That's a lovely idea, Yelan!" Sakura heard her father over the phone. "I'm sure I can make time tomorrow. Lovely. See you then. Goodbye." He hung up.
"An old friend?" She asked, sitting at the table, watching her father cook dinner. He nodded with a smile on his face.
"A Chinese lady that your mother used to model with." He nodded towards that day's picture. Kinomoto Nadeshiko, Sakura's deceased mother, smiled back up at them, with her arm around a taller, paler woman. This picture was special to Sakura and her father, since it was the only photo they had of Nadeshiko that was put on display that was a completely casual one – that meant no modelling involved. Just a picture of two friends.
"I love that photo." Sakura murmured, "I always wondered who the other woman was."
"Her name is Li Yelan." Fujitaka smiled. "She was Chang Yelan before she got married. When she married the Li man and got pregnant, she had to quit. She was your mother's best friend right up until the end. Unfortunately, since your Mom's death, Yelan and I lost contact." Fujitaka sighed sadly.
Sakura smiled at the picture. The woman looked strangely familiar, but Sakura had seen the picture about a thousand times.
"I don't know what to do." Sakura groaned, putting her head down on the table.
"About what?"
"About everything." Sakura sighed. "I'm still having a hard time believing it."
"Maybe we should see a doctor to confirm it." Her father sat across from her. "Those home tests aren't always reliable, you know."
"So…" Sakura looked up. "You… don't trust the test?" She blurted out. "There's a chance I might not be pregnant?"
"I must admit that I don't really trust the tests, no." Her father gave a lopsided grin. "The kept coming back negative for your mother while she was pregnant with you. It drove her almost to the point of madness. You'd be surprised how relieved she was when the doctor told her she was pregnant – even though she didn't really plan for another baby. Before she was told, she thought she was dieing." They laughed.
"Oh, wait." Sakura stopped laughing. "Is this where Mom's pregnancy stories start?"
"I guess so." Fujitaka and Sakura laughed. Sakura stopped abruptly, yawning.
"Wow, I don't know where that came from." She sighed, "I'm so tired."
"It's been a long day." Her father nodded, "Go upstairs and have a nap. I'll wake you when dinner's ready. It should be an hour."
"Thanks." Sakura went upstairs and into her bedroom. Lying down, she found that, no matter how tired she was, she could not sleep.
"Either I'm over tired…" Sakura said to herself, placing a hand on her lower abdomen, and sighed. "Or you're already screwin' with me after four weeks." She attempted to smile. Who cared – she told herself – if it was Syaoran's baby? She was going to be a Mom!
And that thought scared her more than anything.
Hehe! I thought I'd make the chapter title have a more literal meaning to it. I just added the question mark to have an effect on the Sakura and Syaoran's situation.
BTW: I kinda took the whole 'Fujitaka's Reaction' thing from my friend's dad. Yeah… just thought I'd share that with you.
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