The Getaway Girls

Chapter 16

Fragments of Happy Endings

I am so very, very sorry, and I hope someone is still reading this. Please don't kill me. I know this took ages to upload but I lost everything on my laptop and so I also lost the will to write (many of you I'm sure know how heartbreaking that is!) So...here's the ending, and I hope you like it! I will update my other stories (Bittersweet and What He Wants) once the chapters are reconstructed.

Here's to three wonderful girls/women who stood behind this story and held my hand all throughout: thank you to parma violets, CheeseyCraziness, and xXxCherryBlossomxXx. Much love to you three!

Dedicated to my patient and loyal readers, who I hope will forgive me for such a LONG delay...

After Sakura and Syaoran's sweet, intimate wedding by the bay, three happily married couples returned to Tokyo and resumed what can be called their normal lives. Knowing Sakura and Syaoran Li, Eriol and Tomoyo Daidouji-Hiiragizawa (they agreed to use both their surnames), and Fai and Mei Ling Fluorite, though, nothing is ever truly normal.

And that's how they loved it.

Happy Ending 1: Sakura and Syaoran Li

Sakura happily surrendered and let Syaoran help in organizing their big wedding. And he joyfully joined her and Tomoyo in creating a happy wedding to remember. It was going to be big, and they booked a large temple and the Seasons Ballroom for the happy event. Syaoran even managed to convince Sakura to let him take care of all expenses in his inimitable way; now that she was his wife, he argued, he had the right—and the obligation—to take care of her.

As soon as Sakura opened her mouth to protest, Syaoran swiftly did something to shut her up in an oh-so-delightful way. Thus their conversations about wedding expenses ran like this:

"Syaoran, three wedding cakes? But the expense...mmm..." A kiss, and Sakura quickly surrendered.

A few minutes later, Syaoran had to silence her again as she went through the receipts and found the big bill for flowers. "Oh my God," Sakura gasped. "Syaoran, I th-mflfph..." Another kiss, and as Sakura was still dazed (Syaoran being an amazing kisser), he gently explained, "I am, after all, a Li, and I am expected to marry in style, you know."

About to protest, Sakura sighed instead and smiled; Syaoran was gleefully grinning, waiting for her next protest to give him an excuse to kiss his wife of three weeks, six days, seventeen hours, and thirty-three minutes. Yes, he'd counted; he'd even set up a timer on his laptop computer. He loved being Mr. Li to Sakura. His Sakura.

This time, the explosion, when it came, was over the food budget. Syaoran had ordered a grand Chinese lariat for five hundred guests, and it included dozens of roast ducks and pigs, hundreds of red-dyed eggs, sesame seed balls by the bushel, and tons of rice. It definitely did not come cheap, not even with the discount Syaoran had haggled out of the caterer.

"Li Syaoran! We agreed not to spend this...this MUCH...on our wedding!" Sakura nearly yelled. "My God, this could feed an army of orphans! We should not have an ostentatious wedding, and..." She dodged Syaoran's lips quickly, eyes blazing. "Oh no. You are NOT going to get away with kissing me senseless to get your way!"

"Fine," Syaoran sighed and stroked Sakura's cheek. "Let me explain then. Why do you think we had that sweet wedding by the bay? This wedding is for show. I am one of the richest men in China—and Japan, for that matter," with that, he grinned wolfishly, "and like I said, I have to marry in style. This does not," and he placed a finger on Sakura's lips to silence her, "make our second wedding any less meaningful. But there are people we need to invite and entertain to make them feel needed. Consider it an investment, my baby blossom Sakura. Please understand that I need to keep up appearances. And I need you to help me through it."

He'd been coming closer with each word, and now he was speaking against her lips. Sakura hadn't even noticed that Syaoran had herded her to the wall until he picked her up by the waist and began to kiss her—this time, urgently and passionately.

"And as you may have noticed," he spoke gently against her sweet lips, "I've spent more and more time with you and less at the office. Once we pull this wedding off, we can be together nearly all the time."

"Mmm," Sakura murmured, not kissing him either, "don't think I'm letting you get your way all the time. You still have to clear expenses with me, Syaoran. And other things, for that matter."

"That's why," and Syaoran kissed her nose, "I'm negotiating right now."

"What do you think you're going to spend on this time?" Sakura raised an eyebrow.

"Not spend," he murmured as he kissed her all over her face, avoiding her lips on purpose. "I want at least three years of just us being together. No children. Just you...and me."

"Oooh," Sakura grinned. "Methinks Mr Li has a long explanation coming for that one," she teased.

There was a long silence as the lovers negotiated that particular item, expressing themselves amorously. Finally, Syaoran pulled away.

"So," he said, "I can bribe you to agree with my preparations," he said, nuzzling Sakura's neck and giving her neck and shoulders little butterfly kisses. Sakura closed her eyes; damn, Syaoran always knew how to make her feel so...wonderful. "I have plans, and you can see what they are," he swept his hand to indicate the papers on the table behind them. "And you can approve them. How about that?" he smiled.

Defiantly she opened her large green eyes, and said, "You're not going to kiss me into submission, are you?"

"No," Syaoran chuckled as he began to raise her skirt slowly, teasingly, taking her into his arms. "Something else entirely." And he proceeded to show his wife of forty-five minutes, seventeen hours, six days, and three weeks just how much he adored, needed, and loved her.

The next morning (in which they had been married for four weeks, eight hours, and six minutes) at the breakfast table, Yelan Li gave both newlyweds a large smile and then turned both Sakura and Syaoran completely red when she said, "I certainly hope those lovely noises you two made last night means little Lis will be coming soon, yes?"

"Mother, give up," Syaoran rolled his eyeballs. "Do you see why I want to move out? You're almost as bad as Mei Ling when it comes to being a voyeur!"

"By all means, scandalize your neighbors at the condominium downtown you're moving into," Yelan hid her ever-widening smile behind her teacup, knowing Syaoran would never know Tomoyo had taken the semi-naked photos of him several months ago. "Sakura," she turned to her blushing daughter-in-law, "I am glad my son pleases you in bed. If he doesn't, feel free to tell me. We have ways of making him toe the line."

Sakura's ears were on fire, and she nodded instead of answering. Hadn't she and Syaoran locked the doors?

They had.

They'd forgotten the windows, though, and the previous night, Yelan Li had cheerfully listened to a symphony for her ears.

As the newlyweds left for work (Syaoran's schedule not permitting a proper honeymoon until the summer), Yelan calmly pulled out a small wicker basket and hummed as she sent her knitting needles flying. The Western art of knitting was one she enjoyed, and as she was on her second pair of booties, she idly wondered if she could slip a fertility drug into Sakura's food that night.

You can't blame a woman for trying, she smiled.

Syaoran's persuasive ways eventually brought Sakura around—not that they didn't enjoy what they jokingly called 'negotiations' when others were around—and she agreed to the lavish preparations for their wedding, especially after learning that it would help the Picayune's circulation. In addition, Syaoran had gotten discounts from wedding vendors who were eager to list the Lis among their customers.

And so they had three different cakes: a multi-tier Western confection of spun sugar and whipped cream; a custardy Japanese creation gifted them by Yukito Tsukishiro, containing Sakura and Syaoran's favorite flavors of cream custard and vanilla; and a large red heart-shaped Chinese cake with fortunes baked in.

At each red-themed table, little handheld drums to twist to make sounds with and tiny fortune plants in little red and green Swarovski crystal vases awaited each guest as souvenirs. Sweet fortune cookies dyed red served as placeholders.

Invitees received framed artwork/collages of Sakura and Syaoran created by Fai as 3D invitations; years later they would become hot collectibles on eBay. At the reception, there were hundreds of flowers in pots were everywhere, upon Sakura's insistence, so that none would die or be wasted; guests were also welcome to take them home (although Mei Ling was seen carting away several, under the laughing eyes of Fai).

There was an army of photographers in butler costumes, since Tomoyo wanted to make videos and collages. A horse and a carriage to carry the loving couple to the temple and the reception. White netting draping the temple and the reception area. The only thing Sakura vetoed were birds and butterflies; she didn't want to hurt any animals at their wedding.

The Mikado silk wedding gown Tomoyo created (which for years would be copied across Japan) lacked only fairy wings to make Sakura look like a princess. Syaoran's own suit, made by her to match, emphasized his slender, muscled body. All other gowns and suits were designed by Tomoyo and sewn by another small army of seamstresses; Touya stopped grumbling about his when Yukito complemented him on his "hot body" at the mass fitting at the Daidouji-Hiiragizawa mansion. Only Tomoyo noticed (with a knowing smile) how they immediately disappeared after fitting their mandarin-collared suits.

On the day itself, Sakura and Syaoran broke tradition by walking down the aisle together, to the cheers and whistles of the Li clan and the joyful smiles of her father, Touya, and Yukito. Syaoran's sisters wept into lace handkerchiefs, causing their younger brother to roll his eyes. They laughed back at him, and one made a gesture at Tomoyo's swollen stomach as she pointed at her watch, then she looked pointedly at Sakura, causing Syaoran to glare at them.

They went through a traditional Western ceremony, but were blessed by a Buddhist priest. Tomoyo sang as they exited the temple, and the Lis tossed rice after them along with confetti.

The reception was no less happy. Syaoran's Uncle Lio got drunk—no one knew how he'd gotten into the bar, and stood on a table to lecture everyone on achieving a happy sex life before Eriol could pull him out of there. Fai sang—badly—after Tomoyo dared him to do so, and to everyone's shock, Mei Ling began laughing hysterically instead of getting angry. A small food fight broke out at one of the tables, and poor Touya was caught in the crossfire; he emerged looking like a spaghetti disaster victim as Syaoran and Sakura had broken tradition yet again by serving their favorite comfort food: spaghetti, soba, beef stew, and roast beef, alongside other dishes for the traditional Chinese wedding, all sitting side by side at the four buffet stations.

Yet again the newlyweds broke tradition by somehow disappearing during the reception. It was only when Fai proposed a toast and couldn't find Sakura and Syaoran that anyone noticed they were gone. Yelan Li did the third thing no one thought she would ever do: she began to laugh hysterically, tears streaming out of her eyes; only her daughters understood her little whimpers of "My knitting isn't going to go to waste at the rate they're going!"

The party wound down soon afterwards, and the guests went home happy at having attended one of the most unusual weddings and receptions they had ever seen.

Happy Ending 2: Fai and Mei Ling Fluorite

Early in her pregnancy, Mei Ling woke up crying. Fai held her until the sobs went away, knowing better than to ask. She would tell him when she was ready.

Once calm, she ran a finger over his arm, then his cheek.

"I can't believe you're really here," she whispered.

Fai smiled; though she couldn't see him in the darkness, he instead raised his wedding ring so it reflected the moonlight, using his free hand to raise Mei Ling's own wedding ring to touch his.

"Do you know why marriages are represented by rings?" he said.

"Is this going to be another silly story?" Mei Ling asked as she raised an eyebrow.

"Nope," Fai said quietly. "Circles have no beginning and no end. When they are forged, they begin, so to speak, but once we wear them, we cannot trace where they end." Suddenly he changed topics. "I know you were crying because you remembered, in your dreams, a time when you had to be angry and tough and you felt like you didn't know who you were anymore, like all you had was lies and you wondered who you were."

"How did you know?" Mei Ling asked.

"You said it in your sleep," Fai said as he gently stroked her cheek. "You said you didn't know who you were anymore, and you were scared, then suddenly you said, 'But Fai knows who I am.' I watched you."

A long pause, then Mei Ling raised her eyes. "Why do you love me?" she asked.

"I don't think you or I have to know exactly why," Fai replied, "but rather you want my reassurance that I do. And I will give that to you everyday for the rest of your life," he said seriously. "Mei Ling, I love you."

"You always understand me. Thank you," Mei Ling kissed him.

"You brought me back," Fai responded. "Thank you too," he said as he wound his arms around her. "And you're carrying my baby. Is there anything else I could ask for?"

"Probably a better-tempered me," Mei Ling joked.

"Oh-kayyy," Fai said slowly. "Are you sure you're Mei Ling? Because the woman I married wouldn't make fun of herself with her witty husband waiting to take up the slack."

Mei Ling whacked him with a pillow, and wound up winning a pillow fight—mainly because Fai started laughing and refused to fight back.

Over seven months later, Fai was in bed again, staring at Mei Ling, who was hugging him gently in bed—something made a tad awkward because of her large stomach. Her due date was six weeks away at this point. "Mmm. Love love love you, Fai," she murmured with a goofy smile on her face as she kissed him.

"Who are you and what have you done with Mei Ling?" Fai grinned. Ever since she'd gotten pregnant, and after that one episode of her bad dream, everything was "lovely and peachy," she was sweet, and she was calm and cheerful. "Maybe I should keep you pregnant all the time, eh?" Fai joked.

"Wouldn't mind," Mei Ling said softly, burying her face in her husband's lean chest. "I sure could go for some chocolate ice cream and a chicken sandwich."

Fai laughed. It was another odd yet cute aspect of his beloved wife's pregnancy: no morning sickness, no weird cravings, no angry hormonal outbursts. Instead Mei Ling was simply hungry most of the time, and yet did not gain more than the normal weight that Dr. Kaho Reed had said she would. So Fai had stocked a generous pantry in their Tokyo condominium, along with a refrigerator and a blender. He enjoyed showing off his cooking prowess to his appreciative wife.

He loved taking care of Mei Ling, who had gradually lost her temper and instead morphed into a sweet, goofy, doe-eyed woman, content to lie in bed and let Fai brush her long black hair as he spoke to the baby in her belly. He didn't know which side of her he loved more, and he wasn't about to complain. Fai was grateful that his chosen profession allowed him to stay home and take care of the woman he loved. Together they played music, sang (badly) at their child, read poetry and stories to the baby, and basked in the joy of having created something wonderful together.

Fai's mother loved coming over to teach Mei Ling how to rub sweet almond oil on her belly to prevent stretch marks, drink chamomile tea to keep her healthy, and embarrass Fai with stories of what he had been like as a child. Mei Ling loved her, and Fai swelled with joy upon knowing the two most important women in his life were happy together—and with him.

They decided not to have an ultrasound to see what their baby was going to be. Fai's schedule also allowed him to accompany Mei Ling to Lamaze and baby care classes, and to do the pregnancy tai ch'i exercises she liked to do in the morning.

"I'll be a hands-on dad to you, baby," Fai said as he addressed Mei Ling's belly. Every evening they played classical music and spoke to their growing child. When the baby began to move, Mei Ling was surprised when Fai wept for joy.

"Why are you crying?" Mei Ling wiped his tears away with one hand.

"You have no idea what you've given me, Mei-sweet," he said softly.

"I should be crying. It's like you're pregnant, not me," she chided him gently.

Fai smiled and kissed her gently. "No, I suspect once you give birth you'll make me cry some other way," he teased. Mei Ling smiled serenely and did not respond, instead continuing to stroke her belly.

"I'm happy with you," she said simply. "And our baby is going to make life interesting for us."

"I'm sure our baby will. I mean, look how sappy we are now," Fai said softly.

Mei Ling smiled, and kissed him back. "Just remember, I owe you for when I give birth.I'll go back to who I really am, and then you'll see," she threatened playfully.

"Don't care," Fai answered. "Whoever you are, you'll always be my Mei Ling."

"Even if I'm kind of not myself right now?" Mei Ling asked wisely.

"You're always the woman I love," Fai said.

"Hm. Must remember to be mean to you once I give birth," Mei Ling teased, then settled her head comfortably on Fai's flat stomach, happy in that she had gotten away with the man she needed and loved the most.

"I look forward to that," Fai smiled, and began rubbing oil on her belly.

Happy Ending 3: Eriol and Tomoyo Daidouji-Hiiragizawa

"You do realize," an exhausted Tomoyo said, "that you haven't slept in, what, two days?"

Eriol, serene and looking fresh (so unfair, Tomoyo thought) cradled his son, Kyo. He was rocking the little boy to sleep as Tomoyo breastfed their little girl. Smiling, he rose to plant a kiss on his wife's forehead.

"Fatherhood becomes you," Tomoyo smiled.

"You have no idea how sexy you look right now," Eriol said, a lustful gleam in his eye. And he meant it; Tomoyo just seemed so sexy to him at that moment he was thinking of...

She saw his expression and misinterpreted it. "Are you kidding? I'm tired, my breasts are full of milk, I look a fright, my tummy is saggy, and I..." Suddenly Tomoyo burst into tears. Would Eriol still love her now that she looked just like some knocked-up woman?

Eriol understood, and placed the sleeping boy in the crib. He pulled the little girl Yuko gently away from her mother, and placed her in her crib, then he gathered Tomoyo into his arms. Eriol knew Tomoyo needed him; her pregnancy had sent her hormones into overdrive, and she needed his reassurance.

"Most men would have run screaming into the arms of other women by now," Tomoyo whimpered.

"I'm not most men," Eriol said as he tucked Tomoyo's hair behind her ears. "I'm your husband." He kissed her chin. "This is not a double chin, but even if it turns into one, I will love it." He kissed the top of her bosom, making Tomoyo giggle. "These do not sag, but given the size they've become, how about..." and he wiggled his eyebrows naughtily, "getting you pregnant as soon as the twins are weaned?" He kissed her belly. "This is the belly that bore two miracles of our love, and I worship it."

He leaned back and pulled Tomoyo into his arms. "Do you really think any other woman could give me what you have?"

Tomoyo was speechless; Eriol was completely sweet and romantic when it came to her, so unlike the rough, callous playboy he had been. She turned to look into his eyes.

"And the best gratitude you can give me," he said softly when she turned, "is to love me."

"I love you, Eriol. You know that!"

"But it feels good to hear it constantly," Eriol caressed her cheeks. "I need you, Tomoyo. I always will. Especially now that Fai and I have sealed the deal for Channel 88, and it's going to be a lifestyle channel. Only you can help me with the program lineups, the scripts, the..." He never got to finish his sentence as Tomoyo had screamed and pounced on him, smothering him in kisses; the twins both stirred in their cribs as their parents began to laugh and kiss.

Out of respect for them, Eriol carried Tomoyo back into their own bedroom, taking care to leave the baby monitors on. They would have all the time in the world for their children later.

Six years later...

It was Kyo and Yuko's birthday party, and the Daidouji-Hiiragizawa twins were calmly surveying the preparations. The male twin, Kyo, carried a top-of-the-line digital camera; he had inherited his mother's passion for filming and editing things. Indeed, he had his own studio in the Daidouji-Hiiragizawa mansion, and was in the process of hiring artists to create an animated series for his sister Yuko's stories.

Precocious and enigmatic, he seemed a lot like an adult boy stuck in a six-year-old body. He was his father in miniature save for the violet eyes he'd inherited from his mother—and he needed no glasses. From an early age, he'd happily learned all he could from Eriol and his two doting uncles Fai and Syaoran: painting, martial arts, the art of playing pranks, and so on.

Tomoyo and Eriol were had-pressed to keep Kyo from being turned into a child idol or actor; he was extremely handsome, and his charisma was such that even when he somehow caused an explosion in the Amamiya mansion, his grandmother Sonomi Daidouji had wound up laughing so hard, she had an asthma attack. The boy kept his secrets well; no one could figure out just how the hell he'd made the living room blow up with a few household chemicals. He claimed it was "an accident," and though Eriol had his suspicions (Fai as an accomplice, for one), he was asked by Sonomi to let it go on the grounds of "boys will be boys!" They had become closer over the years when Sonomi realized that there was no one else for Eriol but Tomoyo.

Kyo intended to film the girl he had sworn to marry since he'd first laid eyes on her: Yu Mei Fluorite, Fai and Mei Ling's beautiful daughter, six months younger than him, born in the height of winter. Long, beautiful blond hair worn odango-style like her mother's once was, and burgundy eyes made the sweet girl irresistible.

Yu Mei's temperament was a mystery to many; neither mysterious and playful like her father nor hot-tempered and passionate like her mother, Yu Mei had an angel's sweet demeanor, and serenely floated through life, always cheerful and gentle. She gently accepted young Kyo's attentions, happily dense and oblivious to his odd passion for her...like one of her favorite aunts, Sakura, strangely enough. She happily acceded when Kyo announced they were engaged and betrothed; when Fai inquired as to why he wanted both betrothal and engagement, Kyo had said, "To be sure she's mine forever."

Yuko, on the other hand, was her mother in miniature as well—save for her father's eyes. While she'd also inherited his need for glasses, she had a voice that put even her mother to shame. Beautiful like Tomoyo, her long raven hair swirled about her, and her wise eyes were the first thing anyone noticed. Perceptive and observant like her mother, she seemed, like Kyo, to be an older person in a child's body.

A lot of people wondered where she'd gotten her passion for writing; she'd spoken her first word at six months and began writing at two. Like her mother she was pale and beautiful; she modeled for her mother's new kiddie clothes line. Like her brother, she was constantly being offered roles in various movies, which she insisted her parents turn down.

Both Yuko and Kyo were homeschooled by Tomoyo after several schools refused to believe their test results. Unfortunately this meant that the two were now eagerly eating up a third grade curriculum already.

Tomoyo happily taught her precocious twins and Mei Ling's daughter. She had quit the Picayune to start a maternity and children's clothing line that placed her name on the Japanese design map. Also, she had blossomed into a Junoesque beauty; motherhood suited her.

Eriol was now the chief operating officer of the Picayune, and he discovered he enjoyed himself immensely. He'd expanded the Picayune's operations into the Internet, and finally taken over Channel 88 with Fai's help. Though he was already thirty-one, he still looked much younger, as he, Fai, and Syaoran kept trim with regular basketball and soccer matches upon which they bet among themselves.

Eriol usually lost, and had to pay up with meals at restaurants. Fai and Syaoran suspected sabotage, and one day, all three played so miserably, their wives, who arrived to catch the tail end of the game, watched in disbelief.

What surprised everyone was how he had hired several key people while staying on top of the TV and newspaper operations. No longer saddled with a playboy reputation, he happily brought his son and daughter to work with him. They were often joined by Yu Mei, and together, all three regularly pestered Sakura about adding to their little gang. Sakura would laugh and say, "Ask your uncle Syaoran about that."

And Syaoran would laugh and say, "Ask your auntie Sakura about that."

Sakura sometimes found herself wondering if Syaoran would ever get around to them having children but she didn't complain; he was sweet, loving, and perfect. He'd set up an office at home so that he and Sakura could work together, and they had become closer.

It was when Sakura asked Syaoran if he was ready for children that he smiled, and that evening, a few months earlier, they had stopped using contraceptives.

"OH MY GOD!!!" Sakura screamed and came running into the middle of the party, flinging herself into Syaoran's arms. In her hands she held the results of a pregnancy test, the pink line affirming her carrying of a new Li. Finally. Syaoran kissed her over and over, holding her tight, and laughing fit to burst.

"I'm gonna be a dad!" he yelled at anyone who would listen. "We're gonna be parents!"

It was Yelan Li who fainted. Five years of waiting could do that even to the most stalwart of women, and to hear that Sakura was finally, finally expecting...well, it was too much for her.

Syaoran lifted Sakura high and twirled her around; both were laughing happily. When they noticed Yelan being carried indoors, Syaoran gasped; he put his wife of five years, seven months, twenty-two days, and thirteen minutes on her feet, grabbed her hand, and they followed the Li matriarch to the guest bedroom where she was taken to recover.

"Oooh!" Tomoyo gasped. "When will you have your ultrasound? I want a photo!"

Syaoran and Sakura groaned together. That, they were sure, would never change.

When Sakura finally gave birth to their oldest son Kenji (seven months twenty-seven days twelve hours and thirty minutes after they had found out she was pregnant), Dr. Kaho Reed had to shoo Eriol and Tomoyo and their twins, Fai and Mei Ling and Yu Mei, Yelan Li, and several other people to give Sakura breathing room. Syaoran, who had gone through childbirth classes and baby care training with Sakura, wept for joy when he held his son in his arms.

"My happiness is complete," he whispered in Sakura's ear. "We belong to each other, and now the proof of our love is here."

Sakura giggled. "Aren't you glad you came after me all those years ago?"

"I am," Syaoran laughed, "and I'm never going to let you get away. Ever."

"I love you," Sakura cooed at Syaoran.

"And I love you too," Syaoran kissed her lips gently.

Theirs would be happy lives, blessed with love, laughter, and the kind of weirdness that only made life richer.

The End

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