Final Day: Present--Syaoran
Title: Twelve Years of Christmas; Chapter Twelve: Present
Author: KHLostEmpress
Characters/Pairings: Syaoran/Sakura
Genre: Romance/Christmas
Brief summary: Well, exactly as the title mentions, twelve years of the Christmases of Sakura and Syaoran starting after the ending of the main story. 500ish word stories, starting today and ending Christmas Eve. Twelve Prompts of Christmas challenge
Syaoran wasn’t absolutely positively sure his wife was completely sane. As he walked into their apartment in Tokyo three days before Christmas, the first thing he saw was Power carrying the laundry basket over her head through the hall and into the bedroom. After a moment’s shock of seeing a Sakura Card in such a mundane household use, he set down his bag and called out, “Sakura?”
Receiving no response, he decided to follow Power, so he set down his bag and walked after her into the bedroom. Power had the drawers open and was putting away the clothes, but that wasn’t what caught his immediate attention. Sakura was lying on the bed, clearly fast asleep. He wondered briefly why she was taking a nap (since she didn’t usually do such things), but as he didn’t want to disturb her, so he walked back out of the bedroom.
He walked down to the kitchen to discover that Power had been only just the beginning-there were four more Sakura Cards in the room doing the dishes. Rain and Bubbles were at the kitchen sink actually washing the dishes. Once they were clean, Wood was there grabbing them in her vines as Windy used her gentle winds to dry them off. Syaoran stood in the doorway as he stared incredulously for a few seconds-wondering if he was actually seeing what he was seeing-before he actually walked into the room.
“I know I’m not your master,” he said and the Cards all stopped what they were doing to stare at him. Unsure of whether or not this was actually going to work (he’d never made a request of the Sakura Cards before, but he figured the worst they would do would be to ignore him), he continued to ask, “But would you please return to your cards? I’ll take care of Sakura now.”
Almost instantly, Wood and Windy looked at each other and shared an almost secretive smile with each other before they looked back at Syaoran. Wood set down the dish in her vines and then both of them shrunk back down into their cards that flew right in front of Syaoran. He picked them out of the air as Bubbles was close behind her fellow cards. Rain, giggling madly, squirted a mist of water at him before also returning to her card form.
Syaoran took the cards in his hand and returned back to the bedroom where he found Sakura and Power just where he left them. Power looked at him and, with a glare that he didn’t quite understand, also returned to her card without a fight. He set the Sakura Cards down on the nightstand before he took a seat next to Sakura on the bed, just to watch her while she slept, but, once he sat down, she rolled over, rubbing her eyes tiredly. “Syaoran?” she muttered almost incoherently.
He brushed the strands of hair away from her face and asked, “Sakura, why were the cards doing the dishes?”
She just looked at him confused for a moment, but then she said, “I was feeling tired and the cards wanted to help so I let them out and let them help me, but then I laid down for just a minute and I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I remember is you right now.”
Syaoran was instantly concerned-not only because she was tired at an odd time of the day, but because that was quite the incoherent run-on sentence, even for Sakura-so he asked, “Sakura, is everything all right? Are you not feeling well?”
Sakura looked practically panicked at this question as she sat up with wide eyes and a flushed face. “You weren’t supposed to find out yet!” she blurted out suddenly. “I was waiting for Christmas!”
Having absolutely no idea what she was talking about, he asked, “Find out what?”
“Nothing,” she replied quickly…which Syaoran didn’t believe in the slightest.
He narrowed his eyes suspiciously at her as he said, “Sakura. Tell me right now.” Sakura turned her gaze down at her hands, where she was pushing her two pointer fingers against each other. In a quiet whisper, she mumbled something that Syaoran didn’t understand at all. “What?” he asked.
Sakura raised her head slightly up and looked up at him out of the top of her eyes. This time she spoke just loud enough that he could understand her but still rather quietly. “I’m pregnant,” she whispered.
It took almost a full ten seconds for those words to process in Syaoran’s mind. Once he fully realized what she had said, his face broke out into a wide smile that could only be contested by the smile he wore the day he married Sakura. He cupped Sakura’s cheeks in his hands and lifted her face to kiss her. Sakura pulled away slightly to ask, “So…you’re happy about this, right?”
He pulled away so that Sakura could see his expression-once she did, she gave him her brightest smile as well. “I think it’s the second best present I’ve ever received,” he said to her.
Her brows furrowed in confusion at that as she asked, “Second? What’s the first then?”
Instead of answering, he just pulled her back to him so that he could kiss her again.
Author: KHLostEmpress
Characters/Pairings: Syaoran/Sakura
Genre: Romance/Christmas
Brief summary: Well, exactly as the title mentions, twelve years of the Christmases of Sakura and Syaoran starting after the ending of the main story. 500ish word stories, starting today and ending Christmas Eve. Twelve Prompts of Christmas challenge
Syaoran wasn’t absolutely positively sure his wife was completely sane. As he walked into their apartment in Tokyo three days before Christmas, the first thing he saw was Power carrying the laundry basket over her head through the hall and into the bedroom. After a moment’s shock of seeing a Sakura Card in such a mundane household use, he set down his bag and called out, “Sakura?”
Receiving no response, he decided to follow Power, so he set down his bag and walked after her into the bedroom. Power had the drawers open and was putting away the clothes, but that wasn’t what caught his immediate attention. Sakura was lying on the bed, clearly fast asleep. He wondered briefly why she was taking a nap (since she didn’t usually do such things), but as he didn’t want to disturb her, so he walked back out of the bedroom.
He walked down to the kitchen to discover that Power had been only just the beginning-there were four more Sakura Cards in the room doing the dishes. Rain and Bubbles were at the kitchen sink actually washing the dishes. Once they were clean, Wood was there grabbing them in her vines as Windy used her gentle winds to dry them off. Syaoran stood in the doorway as he stared incredulously for a few seconds-wondering if he was actually seeing what he was seeing-before he actually walked into the room.
“I know I’m not your master,” he said and the Cards all stopped what they were doing to stare at him. Unsure of whether or not this was actually going to work (he’d never made a request of the Sakura Cards before, but he figured the worst they would do would be to ignore him), he continued to ask, “But would you please return to your cards? I’ll take care of Sakura now.”
Almost instantly, Wood and Windy looked at each other and shared an almost secretive smile with each other before they looked back at Syaoran. Wood set down the dish in her vines and then both of them shrunk back down into their cards that flew right in front of Syaoran. He picked them out of the air as Bubbles was close behind her fellow cards. Rain, giggling madly, squirted a mist of water at him before also returning to her card form.
Syaoran took the cards in his hand and returned back to the bedroom where he found Sakura and Power just where he left them. Power looked at him and, with a glare that he didn’t quite understand, also returned to her card without a fight. He set the Sakura Cards down on the nightstand before he took a seat next to Sakura on the bed, just to watch her while she slept, but, once he sat down, she rolled over, rubbing her eyes tiredly. “Syaoran?” she muttered almost incoherently.
He brushed the strands of hair away from her face and asked, “Sakura, why were the cards doing the dishes?”
She just looked at him confused for a moment, but then she said, “I was feeling tired and the cards wanted to help so I let them out and let them help me, but then I laid down for just a minute and I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I remember is you right now.”
Syaoran was instantly concerned-not only because she was tired at an odd time of the day, but because that was quite the incoherent run-on sentence, even for Sakura-so he asked, “Sakura, is everything all right? Are you not feeling well?”
Sakura looked practically panicked at this question as she sat up with wide eyes and a flushed face. “You weren’t supposed to find out yet!” she blurted out suddenly. “I was waiting for Christmas!”
Having absolutely no idea what she was talking about, he asked, “Find out what?”
“Nothing,” she replied quickly…which Syaoran didn’t believe in the slightest.
He narrowed his eyes suspiciously at her as he said, “Sakura. Tell me right now.” Sakura turned her gaze down at her hands, where she was pushing her two pointer fingers against each other. In a quiet whisper, she mumbled something that Syaoran didn’t understand at all. “What?” he asked.
Sakura raised her head slightly up and looked up at him out of the top of her eyes. This time she spoke just loud enough that he could understand her but still rather quietly. “I’m pregnant,” she whispered.
It took almost a full ten seconds for those words to process in Syaoran’s mind. Once he fully realized what she had said, his face broke out into a wide smile that could only be contested by the smile he wore the day he married Sakura. He cupped Sakura’s cheeks in his hands and lifted her face to kiss her. Sakura pulled away slightly to ask, “So…you’re happy about this, right?”
He pulled away so that Sakura could see his expression-once she did, she gave him her brightest smile as well. “I think it’s the second best present I’ve ever received,” he said to her.
Her brows furrowed in confusion at that as she asked, “Second? What’s the first then?”
Instead of answering, he just pulled her back to him so that he could kiss her again.