Love 5: Cute and Cuddly

Ayumi Edogawa turned on her side to look at her husband who laid beside her. Smiling, she grabbed some of his covers and pulled them further over his body. Then she frowned. Conan had never said the words 'I love you' as long as they had known eachother. She had said it multiple times before, only to have him ignore her or change the subject. Not even when they were forced into marriage did he say he loved her. In his wedding vowes, he promised he would never leave...

...for Ran-neechan's sake.

She bit her lip as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. No, she was a woman now. She would not cry. Slipping out of bed, she slumped her way to kitchen for a glass of water.

Chugging the liquid down, she placed the cup in the sink. Sighing, she walked towards the window and played with a strand of her messy hair. He never told her she was beautiful, and he never said he cared. He never held her romantically, and never so much as stared. Her anniversy gift from him was not very much thought into. And he never faced her with his big blue eyes like he used to. She forced herself to smile a little bit. All of that rhymed. After all, she was a rather talented author of romance novels. She grimaced crossly. Romance...something she was never really expirienced in, even after being married for three long years. Conan had stayed as he promised Ran-neechan he would. She never really understood why he said that. That's when it hit her.

Kogoro was having so much trouble getting cases and their money was flying down the drain. The same problem came to her parents. Therefor, Conan probably decided to take a hit for the group at the age of sixteen and propose a fixed marriage. Ran had probably denied him, saying that the money wasn't that bad. But he had probably kept coming after her and telling her that it was best if he did, Ran eventually giving in. So he married her for the sake of his true love...

A tear rolled down her cheek as she stared out the closed window, the darkness being forced backwards by few city lights outside. She shook her head back and forth and looked down at the windowsill she was leaning on. "He'll never love me."

"Who won't? Don't tell me you're having an affair already. It's only been three years." The voice was humerous and joking, much to Ayumi's disliking. He always joked around with her yet he was so seriouse and calm and happy around Ran. "No. I'm not having an affair." She replied without much haste. Noticing the crumble in her voice, Conan stopped joking around. "Ayumi, is something wrong? Why are you out of bed?" She only shook her head.

"Conan, I'm filing for a divorce."

"WHAT?"

She smiled a little. "Face it. You don't love me. You only married me because Ran-neechan was in a tight position and the money we would make would help her out. Well it's been three years and they're far better off. You don't have to stay if you don't want to." Ayumi choked back a sob and continued to stare at the floor.

Silence...

That was all she heard.

Plain, awful, silence.

He wasn't saying anything. He wasn't trying to stop her. He wasn't trying to explain to her as to why they should remain together. Then he finally said something.

"If that's what you want."

A sword went straight through Ayumi's heart as his words hit her ears. He wanted a divorce now, if that was the case. He wanted her to leave, and he never wanted to have a relationship with her again! Stepping away from the window, she swiftly wiped a few tears away from her eyes. "Then I'm going to go and stay with my parents for a little while." And he didn't try to stop her as she retreated to their bedroom to pack.

The drawers opened and she grabbed all of her shirts, forcing them into the big suitcase on the bed. After this, the only time she would see him is in court. Tears spilled from her gentle blue eyes onto the black leather clothing transporter, threatening to ruin it. She stopped for a few seconds, staring helplessy down at her package of unmentionables and mentionables.

Drops of aqua one-by-one fell as she stood there, breathing heavily. Conan silently walked into the room, stepping towards her without a word. A calm and soft expression clouded his face when he wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his head on her back. "This isn't what you want, is it?" He mumbled.

She gripped his arms with her hands. "No. I don't want to leave but you don't...you don't do and say certain things that a wife needs to hear. Conan we've never kissed besides the wedding! You've never held my hand or pecked my cheek. you've never told me you needed me. You've never even hugged me before."

"Well this is hugging for a couple, isn't it?" He answered, starting to sway the two of the from side-to-side a little. She refused to answer. "I need to finish packing."

Ayumi forced her way out of his arms and went to grab a photo off the desk. "What are you doing?"

"Packing our wedding picture."

"Why?"

"When will you need it?"

She stood there, staring at the picture as her husband walked over to her. "I've always needed it." He breathed onto her neck. "Since when?" She yelped, suprised by his actions. He grabbed her waist again and whispered into her ear. "Everytime I couldn't solve a case, I looked at that picture and I figured it out." A blush crossed her cheeks. "Then I'll photocopy it and send one back to you. How's that?" Conan sighed. Even since middle school, Ayumi was always one to stand her ground. "Not good enough."

"Well then what will be?"

"How about we just share this picture?"

"You mean send it back to eachother? Conan, the picture will be ruined!"

"No, that's not what I meant." He slyly turned her around to face him. Her cheeks were red, her hair was a mess, and her eyes were bloodshot. Tear streaks were covering her face. To put it simply, she looked beautiful. "Why don't you just stay here?" He whispered, pulling her closer. Ayumi was shocked at his romantic acts, pulling away a little. "Because we're getting a divorce."

"We don't have to."

His wife scoffed at him and glared. "Yes we do!"

"Why?"

"Because we're not working out!" Salty drops of water filled her eyes again. "This relationship is completly one-sided, Conan! We can't do this! When I imagined us married when I was younger, I imagined you would hold me in your arms every night and tell me how much you loved me! I imagined you'd kiss my head when I was crying and tell me everything was going to be alright! I imagined we'd have slept together at least ONCE and have at LEAST one child! I imagined, I imagined, I imagined! BUT I ONLY IMAGINED!" She cried.

"I thought you would've said I love you now at LEAST once! You've never said that, though. You never did!" He only stared down at her and shook his head, pulling her to his chest. "No it's not one-sided. Not in the least." Ayumi started crying into his shirt as he spoke. "Ayumi, the first year of this mariage was truly a struggle for me. I didn't have any feelings for you at all. Last year it became a crush, I felt so jumpy when you were near me, and I know that you love me." He smiled and kissed her head, the first kiss since 'you may kiss your bride!'

"And I love you, too."