Author's note: Here you go, omake chapter. It has the same feel as Happy Potter's fanfic epilogue, haha. Enjoy. This is the last I'll write for this story. Enjoy it, friends. Please note the dates. These are basically snippets of the lives our characters have after the story. I really could not resist.

And ah… it's kind of rated M at the end? Maybe? Not all the way maybe? *flies away*

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Dining room

Apartment 24-C

Tokyo, Japan

December 18, 2012

6:38 AM

The sound on the serrated knife grating against the plate was the only thing that could be heard in the room. Touya Kinomoto was currently cutting into his French toast, his mind imagining the dish as someone's face. He felt himself feeling better the closer the dish looked to mashed potatoes. The red raspberry syrup was making it look like a bloody mess and Touya was feeling slightly better. Just a teeny-tiny bit. Not really enough to make his mood better truthfully. If it was someone's actual face, Touya knew he would be elated.

Kaho only shook her head as she poured him his cup of morning coffee. "You're wasting good silverware," she said simply. She took her usual seat in front of him and poured coffee into her own cup.

"I'm regretting I didn't take kendo. I should have taken kendo as my PE and not football."

"Kendo?" A small amused smile was on her face. Kaho loved seeing him act childish like this. This type of behaviot was only brought about by one thing.

Touya emptied his cup in one gulp. "Kendo would have taught me how to use swords. I want nothing more than to run him through with a dull, chipped, rusted katana."

Kaho smiled wider. "I don't see why you're so angry."

Touya let out an animalistic growl. "My sister is one month pregnant and they haven't been married a week."

Tomoyo had accidentally blurted out in a recent intimate Amamiya family gathering that Sakura was in her first trimester of pregnancy. Everyone bar Junichi Amamiya and Touya Kinomoto were ecstatic. Kaho was glad Xiao Lang and Sakura had left for their honeymoon a day before the gathering. It would be hard trying to escape a Touya with a strong desire to kill. She made a mental note to call Eriol and tell him to ask Xiao Lang to extend their honeymoon indefinitely. She already knew about the Contract of Celibacy Xiao Lang signed with the Amamiyas. She thought it was the stupidest thing ever but she didn't interrupt Touya when he was venting out the night before. She kept silent and listened to him speak, allowing his anger to dissipate. She knew talking to him right then would have no effect. Touya's ears were closed to anyone's entreaties.

"I'm sure it would be a lovely child," Kaho said calmly.

"He had no right to touch my sister. He promised," he ground out.

Kaho tried to reason with him. "They were engaged though. Xiao Lang would not have jilted her at the altar."

"And Sakura… to have kept this from me!" He stabbed the unrecognizable stack of bread on his plate angrily.

"Well, it is a bit awkward when you tell your brother you've slept with a man the night prior, Touya."

Touya tugged at his hair in frustration. "How could I be so blind?! It wasn't a one time thing, I'm sure. Like that bastard would be satisfied by just one time. I should have noticed. There were so many nights that she didn't come home. I shouldn't have moved out before they were married."

"Do you want an approximate number?" Kaho offered. The Li sisters had kept her informed of such details. They somehow knew whenever Xiao Lang and Sakura were having an intimate night together. Kaho assumed it was intuition. She didn't think they'd stoop too low as to bug their own brother.

He grimaced and Touya knew the thoughts were warring inside his head. He wanted to know but at the same time, he didn't. He still could not accept the thought of Xiao Lang running his hands all over his sister.

"No," he said eventually. "It'll just make me angrier, I'm sure."

"Good decision."

Touya stared at Kaho for a few seconds. Her short answer was enough for Touya to glean some bit of information. "It was more than ten times, wasn't it?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"I'm going to murder him."

Sometimes, the two of them didn't even need to communicate verbally. They were getting so good at their non-verbal conversations that most times, words weren't even needed. "You can ask your father the details. Xiao Lang and Sakura told him when they confirmed it."

"My father knew?" he asked in disbelief.

"Even your great-grandfather. Sakura and Xiao Lang told them together," she replied. She started to dig into her breakfast. It was delicious as always. It sometimes frustrated her that Touya was a much better cook than she was.

"Why didn't they tell me?"

Kaho thought the answer obvious. "Xiao Lang is a celebrity in Hong Kong. If he disappeared and his lifeless body found in some unnamed stream in Kyushu, many people would look into it."

"As if I'd actually leave his body in Japan for someone to find," he mumbled.

"Excuse me?"

"Did you know?" he asked her seriously.

Kaho knew she was on dangerous waters. "Not that she was pregnant. Although it didn't come as a surprise when you told me last night." After Touya had calmed down and gone to bed, Kaho had called Eriol to get all the details. Her cousin had quite a few for her. Had Kaho been by Xiao Lang's side, she knew she would have known as well.

"And why not?"

She chose her words carefully. "I'm actually surprised Xiao Lang was able to hold on for as long as he had. He loves your sister dearly and he sometimes struggled with how to express it. But more importantly, he's a man and Sakura is the only woman he's ever fallen for. His hormones were probably rebelling against his self-control. In the end, hormones won. However, did you ever see Sakura unhappy? It was a moment shared with the person they loved. With Xiao Lang's family vying for Sakura's attention all the time, I'm sure those moments were precious to them."

He remained silent as he tried to process her words.

Kaho sighed and stood up. She walked towards him and sat on his lap, her arms circling his neck. "Xiao Lang did not ask for favors. I'm sure it was mutual."

Touya still looked thoughtful.

"Aren't your double standards something else?" she asked.

"What?"

Kaho smiled sweetly. "You refuse to allow Sakura to sleep with her fiancé before they get married yet you sleep with your girlfriend almost every night and you've given no thought to actually proposing to her."

"Who says I haven't thought of proposing to her?" he challenged.

She blinked in surprise at his answer.

He moved his arms to her waist and pulled her close. "You really shouldn't excite me this early in the morning."

"Hmm. Unlike some women, no one would bat an eyelash if you have your way with me."

He chuckled and pulled her in for a kiss.

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Tomoyo's personal workroom

Piffle Works Atelier

Tokyo, Japan

January 10, 2013

9:56 AM

"When are Xiao Lang and Sakura coming back?" Tomoyo called over her shoulder. She was currently fixing the hem on one the many maternity dresses she was sewing for Sakura.

"I'm waiting for Kaho's okay signal," Eriol answered from his seat. He was visiting Tomoyo at her atelier. They had a break from work and Eriol stole time away to visit her. "Hasn't she spoken to you? She's in the Amamiya camp now after all."

"Ha! And risk bumping into Touya? No, thank you." Tomoyo had been the one to accidentally inform Touya of Sakura's pregnancy. He had tried to corner her during the Amamiya party but Tomoyo expertly avoided him. She was still avoiding him, afraid of being interrogated by Touya. She had gone to extreme lengths to ensure that she and Touya never cross paths until after the newlyweds returned.

"He isn't going to do anything to you with Kaho there. Kaho can expertly pacify Touya." Eriol was resting on the loveseat, comfortable amidst all the clothes. He had lost count of the number of time he had been on this very spot, watching Tomoyo work on her creations. As usual, Eriol was not Tomoyo's priority. She was too preoccupied with the dress in front of her.

Silence engulfed them, the occasional sounds of Tomoyo's scissors the only sounds that could be heard every now and then.

"Should we go out and have lunch together?" he offered. It wasn't everyday they could be together like this. He still worked for the Lis and so he spent most of his time In Hong Kong. Tomoyo was a fashion designer slowly earning world-wide acclaim so she was all over the world these days.

"Right, I just have to hem this dress," she answered in a muffled voice. She was probably holding on to a piece of cloth using her mouth again.

"What rank was I in your priorities again?"

"Number 8," she replied.

He already knew the answer but he always expected it to rise whenever he asked her. "After Sakura, Sakura's clothes, Sakura's children, Sakura's children's clothes, your mother, your mother's clothes and your own clothes, did I get that right?"

"My clothes go before my mother's," she corrected him.

Eriol smiled in amusement. "Right."

Their relationship was really an unconventional one. When he told Tomoyo he was interested in her, she had immediately shot him down. She explained that she was far too busy with everything in her life that she didn't have time for romance. Eriol has been trying for almost two years to make her change her mind. They came up with a sort of meter to measure Eriol's importance in her life. Eriol was slowly trying to make his way up the ranks. He started at rank 20 but now he was up to 8. He was certain he'd be number one in time. He wasn't getting impatient. He was actually enjoying himself. Tomoyo never failed to entertain him and he enjoyed their moments together.

With Xiao Lang and Sakura blissfully married, he had one less thing to worry about. Well, as soon as they figured a way to save Xiao Lang's hide when he comes back from their honeymoon he'd have nothing to worry about. This pregnancy news was supposed to be good news but somehow, it distorted and turned into a matter of life and death for the young mogul.

A thought presented itself and Eriol smiled. Why had he not thought of it before?

"Tomoyo?" he called out, knowing full well that Tomoyo forgot his presence.

"Yeah?" she called back.

"Did you know that Yu already has a matching outfit for Xiao Lang and Sakura that he intends to let them wear on Sakura's baby shower?"

He waited while it sank into Tomoyo's brain.

"What?!" she cried out, her dress forgotten.

Eriol shrugged, acting completely innocent. "I went to him three days ago and he presented it to me. I must say, it's good work."

"I dress Sakura!" Tomoyo seethed.

"Yu dresses Xiao Lang," Eriol countered. He watched as she stalked towards him, her face red from anger.

"But they're different!" she whined.

"Ah, but they're a set now."

Tomoyo plopped down beside him, deep in thought. Eriol thought a little fuel was needed.

"Since Yu dresses both men and women, he'd be the perfect person to dress a set. He's even designing the clothes their son or daughter is going to be wearing when he or she is to be presented to the family acquaintances. He's really working around the clock." Eriol watched with no little amusement how Tomoyo's face slowly contorted in rage the more he spoke.

"I won't allow that! I already have an entire clothing line planned out for their kid. I won't let anyone take that pleasure away from me," she said with determination. She turned to him, fire burning in her eyes. "You have to help me."

"Help you?" he asked, his smile the very image of innocence.

"I need to get ahead. I won't hand over the duty of dressing Sakura and her children to anyone," she almost snarled.

"Yu is a friend," he tried to reason.

Tomoyo frowned. "Number 7," she said simply.

Eriol smiled wide. "What would you have me do?"

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Kitchen

Kinomoto Residence

Tomoeda, Japan

June 30, 2013

11:12 AM

"Sensei? Can I borrow this book?" Fuu held out one of the many books found in Fujitaka's private library.

"Of course, Fuu. Just take care of it," he said with a smile.

The young woman jumped up in joy. "Right! I'm gonna go read it now!"

Fujitaka laughed as the young girl ran out of the room, excitement seen in all her actions.

"She seems happy," Kaho commented as she entered the kitchen where Fujitaka was currently preparing lunch.

Fanren's children, Kaho and Touya were visiting Fujitaka. Since Touya moved out and Sakura got married, Fujitaka had been left alone in their old house. They often visited and this helped ease the loneliness Fujitaka felt. An unforeseen blessing was Fanren's children. For some reason, they loved visiting him. He would find the children on his doorstep every Saturday, eager to play and spend time with him. Fujitaka always welcomed them. Fuu was especially happy to be visiting. The young lady loved archaeology and she would often sit down and ask Fujitaka stories about a lot of the digs he went to. Touya and kaho were frequent guests as they lived in Tokyo. Sakura, he missed dearly. She had moved to Hong Kong after she got married and Fujitaka rarely saw her. She called every week but it was still different to having her in the same house.

Still, Fujitaka could not find it in himself to be sad. His children had grown up into fine adults and they were now living good lives. Touya was working as his grandfather's right-hand man, Masaki Amamiya having retired two years ago. He's been living with Kaho Mizuki in an upscale apartment in Tokyo. Sakura was managing a school owned by the Lis in Hong Kong. Fujitaka was still working as an Archaeology professor at Towa University. Life was good for all of them.

"Fuu is always excited when it comes to archaeology," Fujitaka said with a smile. "I haven't seen a child so in love with the field."

"It helps that she has a great person up look up to."

Fujitaka laughed. He liked Kaho. Then again, she was Touya's choice so that was already a given. Kaho and Touya visit him once every two weeks. He always enjoyed their company. The children were always ecstatic when the both of them were there. They had known Kaho all their lives but they easily warmed up to Touya. The two young boys were out in the yard, getting special football training from Touya. This has been a ritual that they all looked forward to. Touya's training was intense but very effective. The results were obvious. Both boys were now the best in their teams.

The phone rang all of a sudden and Fujitaka washed his hands before answering. Kaho took over for Fujitaka and continued chopping the vegetables Fujitaka was preparing.

"Hello, good morning," he greeted.

"Father, it's me," came the voice from the other line.

"Xiao Lang, this is a surprise."

"Yes, Sir."

Fujitaka took a seat and made himself comfortable. His conversations with Sakura and her husband always took more than an hour. However, it was usually Sakura he talked to first. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Ah.. Yes," Xiao Lang spoke with hesitation.

"You can tell me," Fujitaka reassured him.

"Yes, Sir. It's just that... could Sakura and I move into your house for an indefinite length of time?"

Fujitaka wasn't sure he heard his son-in-law right. "I beg your pardon?"

"I'd like to let Sakura give birth in Japan, Father. It's our first child and I want her to feel at ease. I know she'd love it if you were nearby. I was debating whether to ask for you to come here but decided against it. It would not be right to ask you to leave your duties for this."

His son-in-law never lost his seriousness when he was facing Fujitaka. Even on the phone he sounded like an employee asking something from his boss. However, he would love to have Sakura close by. He'd missed her terribly after all.

"How about your own duties, Xiao Lang? Do you intend to leave Sakura in my care while you work in Hong Kong?"

"No, Sir," Xiao Lang vehemently denied.

"I took an indefinite leave from work. My mother and Eriol will be doing my duties. I would like to be by Sakura's side until she gives birth and then until the time she actually forces me to go back to work."

Fujitaka laughed heartily at what Xiao Lang had just said. He was pleasantly surprised that Xiao Lang would do something like that for Sakura. He was pleased with the arrangement. "If you're fine with staying in Sakura's room, it a bit cramped but-"

"If you'll forgive my impertinence, Father, I already sent for people to prepare the room."

Before he could ask what Xiao Lang meant, a sweaty Touya walked into the kitchen. "Otousan, there are some carpenters outside saying you're supposed to get some work done. Is that true?"

Xiao Lang was always ahead of everyone else. "No need to answer that," Fujitaka told his son-in-law. "I'll have them ready everything for the both of you."

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Xiao Lang and Sakura's personal garden

Li Main House

Central, Hong Kong Island

July 18, 2013

3:33 PM

Sakura and Xiao Lang were resting in one of the hammocks placed around the trees in the Li Estate. He had asked a small portion of the estate to be turned into a garden where he and his wife could relax themselves. They spent their afternoons here, relaxing in the company of each other. Xiao Lang forbid anyone from going to him when they were here unless it as a life and death situation. Thus, they were mostly left alone, free to enjoy each other's company.

He was lazily drawing circles on Sakura's belly, a habit he had got into ever since Sakura's pregnancy started to show. Sakura was curled up by his side, her arms around him. One of the most wonderful things that happened during Sakura's pregnancy was her tendency to be a needy and spoiled. Xiao Lang absolutely loved it. She would want him to hold her almost all the time. She didn't care for the place. Xiao Lang was more than happy to oblige her. He had spent many a meeting cradling her while ignoring the bemused glances of the people he was meeting with. Most of them were entertained at the display of affection, hormones being Xiao Lang number one response when asked why they were so close. Everyone understood immediately. So far, Sakura had not asked him for inane requests save for one time when she requested freshly made bread by one of the celebrity chefs she had chanced to watch on television. Suffice to say that caused quite a few members of the Li household to get agitated because Xiao Lang was determined to grant his wife's request.

The only time Sakura would willingly leave his embrace was when her father of brother would come check up on her. She would then curl up against them causing Xiao Lang's jealousy to flare up to stratospheric levels. He hasn't really reached Touya or her father's level. He was close, but unfortunately, not close enough.

But still, her pregnancy was a blessing. That is, after he convinced the Amamiyas not to castrate him. He had not actually followed through on his vow of celibacy. He blamed it on the body hugging dress Tomoyo had made Sakura wear that night and the one (maybe seven) glasses of champagne they had. Once he'd had a taste, his self-control crashed like a house of cards. It took several minutes of grovelling on the ground in front of her father and great-grandfather to forgive him. It took a picture of him grovelling and a big part of his dignity and self-esteem for her grandfather and brother to forgive him.

It was still definitely worth it. He was now one entity with the woman he loved.

Today, like most days they were here, was quiet and relaxing. He had just told her of his plan to have her give birth in Japan.

"We can really stay as long as we want?" she asked.

"As long as you want. We'll be staying in your hose in Tomoeda. I know you've missed your father."

He felt her place a kiss on his neck. "Will you be staying here?"

He shook his head once. "No, I'll be with you until you want to return."

She raised her head and moved so she could meet his eyes. "What about your job? Won't the Elders be after your neck again?"

Xiao Lang gave her a winning smile. "I simply told them I was going on an indefinite leave."

"Won't they be angry?"

"I told them it was my duty to ensure that the next Li heir be brought into this world properly. They let me do whatever I wanted after that."

It was the first time he had exposed his child's sex to the Elders. They immediately changed their tone. They were now urging him to take care of the next Li heir. It annoyed him that they only cared for his son as the next heir. However, he was still glad that they allowed him to leave. He would have done so even if they disapproved but if he got their permission, the Elder's would be saved a lot of grief. Xiao Lang was never one to allow them to control him.

Sakura seemed satisfied with his explanation. "We can really stay as long as we want?"

"We can stay as long as you want," he clarified.

She buried her face in his neck. "Thank you."

"Have you thought about what to name him?" he asked as he ran his fingers through her soft hair.

"Akihiko," she replied immediately.

"What does it mean?"

He felt her smile against his neck. "It means little prince. He's our little prince after all."

"Akihiko Li," he repeated, liking the way it sounded on his tongue. "I like it."

"I want a girl next."

Xiao Lang chuckled. "We're not even through with this pregnancy and you already want another?" he teased.

Sakura pouted. "Can't I have a girl?"

He held her closer and kissed the top of her head. "As many as you want."

"I'll name her Tsubaki."

"Tsubaki Li?"

Sakura hummed in response.

"Tsubaki are camellias, right?"

He felt Sakura nod. "They mean… purity and ...innocence."

"She'd have to look exactly like you then," he whispered.

He got an intelligible sound as a response. After a few seconds he felt her breathing even out. He smiled and cradled her head. He felt sleep come to him as well. He laid his head on top of hers, fully content.

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Li private car

In front of Li Industries

Central, Hong Kong Island

February 21, 2019

7:02 AM

Xiao Lang let out an exhausted sigh as he watched the people who were waiting in the lobby for their arrival. He was currently inside the Li Family Car, waiting for the driver to open the door. The usual morning fiasco was waiting for them. Somehow, these people knew he wouldn't be arriving to the offices alone today. There must have been a spy working at the Main House. They never failed to greet Xiao Lang like this when he arrived with his companion.

He heard rustling sounds from beside him and he turned to watch his son fidget in his seat. He was restless and excited as he kept squeezing the little Alaskan malamute curled up in his lap. His son had christened the dog Popo. Xiao Lang couldn't say anything to his son's naming sense. Still, it was his son's pet after all. Xiao Lang eyed the little dog with a slight frown. The dog had been his Uncle Touya's gift during his birthday last year. It had easily upstaged the custom buggy Xiao Lang had had made for his son. The moment Akihiko saw the pup, he didn't have eyes for anything else. His son had also taken his dearest uncle's words to heart and took care of the pup himself. Xiao Lang had his retainers help him out every now and then but the dog had been mostly his son's responsibility.

He watched as his son fixed the dog's bow tie. his son had requested Yu to make the little pup clothes that it could wear whenever Akihiko brought him to the office. He reasoned that everyone who entered the office should dress appropriately. Even a dog. So now, his pet had a slew of little bow ties that could be attached to his collar. whenever Xiao Lang brought Akihiko along, the dog would always follow behind them.

You might think that going to the office was tedious for someone as young as his son but Akihiko loved going to work with Xiao Lang. His playmates were all here, he always told them. He was different from Xiao Lang in that he inherited his mother's penchant for enamoring people with his cuteness and innocence. While Xiao Lang could look severe when he wanted, Akihiko was a little cherub at his side. It was this stark contrast that got everyone going. One smile from the little boy and all the women would squeal. They would make comments about how they wanted to just eat him up. The way he dressed didn't help matters. With three top-class designers making clothes for the little tyke, he always looked adorable. Today, he was wearing one of Tomoyo's creations. It was a cute little sailor outfit. Xiao Lang had log chastised Tomoyo, Yu and Fuutie not to dress his children in costumes. This one was a costume right off the bat. However, his son absolutely loved his new outfit when Tomoyo had shown it to him this morning. In addition, tomoyo had even made a matching tie for Popo. Akihiko looked up at Xiao Lang with shining eyes as he held on to the ensemble. How could Xiao Lang resist?

Unbeknownst to Xiao Lang, the real reason everyone loved seeing them together was because Xiao Lang acted so differently when he was with his children. Xiao Lang was a doting father and everyone loved seeing how he smiled whenever he was with his family. That was the only time he let his guard down completely. Seeing Xiao Lang and Akihiko were a special treat. His son was like a little version of himself. Akihiko looked exactly like Xiao Lang with one difference-his eyes were the deep emerald of his mother's. He was a perfect combination of his parents.

He looked down fondly at his son, ignoring the bedlam around them. The moment his son sensed his father's gaze on him, he looked up and gave Xiao Lang a smile. "Let's go, Daddy."

Xiao Lang ruffled his son's hair gently before letting out another sigh. The door opened and Xiao Lang prepared himself for another exhausting morning. He got out slowly and helped Akihiko who was cradling Popo to his chest. As soon as Akihiko came into view, the people in the lobby exploded. Xiao Lang made sure they could not see his face and then grimaced. Whenever Akihiko went with him to work, this was a common occurrence. It felt like he was escorting a celebrity. Very much used to the attention, Akihiko just waved back at them happily.

"Can you let them carry Popo for a while, Aki? You won't be able to see where you're going." The little thing was so furry that it was obscuring most of his son's view. If he tripped and got a scratch, his sisters and mother would be livid. Sakura was lenient when it came to minor injuries but his sisters did not allow a single hair on the boy's head to be injured. They did surprise inspections on the little boy's well-being, going as far as to ask someone to count how many hairs he had on his head.

"Okay, Daddy!" Akihiko willingly gave the dog to the retainer beside them. "Don't move around too much, okay? Popo doesn't like it."

The man holding on to the dog gave a deep bow. Akihiko reached for his Father's hand. Xiao Lang held it tightly and started walking into the building.

"Good morning, Sir!" screamed one of their employees.

"Good Morning!" shouted another.

"Good morning, Akihiko!" someone cried out from far back.

"Good morning!" Akihiko returned the greeting with a little bow. He couldn't see the one who shouted but he merely looked to their general direction. Screaming ensued.

More greetings and screams were heard as his son graciously returned all the greetings thrown his way. Xiao Lang always marveled at how his son took mornings like these in stride. He never let the fawning get to his head. For possibly the millionth time, Xiao Lang was glad that his son had Kinomoto blood in him. His son was just as amazing as his father-in -law. Xiao Lang revered the man. He had no flaws at all.

With regards to the other Kinomto man in their life, Xiao Lang was already feeling that Akihiko would grow up to be like Touya Kinomoto in terms of his overprotectiveness over his little sister. For once in his life, Xiao Lang didn't resent it. In truth, he approved of it. He'd need all the help he could get scaring away his daughter's suitors. His daughter was assured to have many suitors because she took after her mother. His daughter looked just like Sakura. However, she took her eyes from Xiao Lang. She, just like Akihiko, was a perfect mix of Sakura and Xiao Lang. The thought of suitors running after his princess did not amuse Xiao Lang. Xiao Lang had no intention of letting his little Tsubaki be taken away by anyone for the next fifty years.

Without warning, a force tugged on his arm. He looked towards it only to see his son trip on the ground. Gasps were heard around them. No one came close however. It was Sakura who imposed this. Her rule was that she and Xiao Lang had to raise their children themselves. No nannies allowed. This meant that for almost everything involving their children, Sakura and Xiao Lang had to do it themselves. Xiao Lang had initially agreed to appease her but he eventually found it to his taste. He didn't want just anyone touching his little gems.

He knelt down immediately and tried to help his son get up. His son stood up with a smile, a gesture to reassure his father, and then started to dust himself off.

Akihiko frowned at his shoes. "Daddy, it's hard to walk in these shoes."

Xiao Lang looked down at the pair his son had on. They looked brand new and extremely uncomfortable.

"Did you not break them in yet?"

Akihiko shook his head. "They kind of hurt, too, Daddy."

Xiao Lang nodded and proceeded to remove the shoes from his son. "Why not let daddy carry you? I'll find you a pair that won't hurt your feet."

"No, thank you. Mommy says I grew bigger. What if I'm so heavy daddy can't carry me anymore?" Akihiko asked.

Xiao Lang chuckled and carried the little boy in his arms. "Daddy isn't that weak."

Akihiko beamed up at him and hugged Xiao Lang.

He returned the embrace and rubbed his son's back gently. "Daddy will be carrying yuu for a long time yet."

His son looked up to meet Xiao Lang's gaze and nodded. He then turned around him and spotted something different. He pointed at it while saying, "Look, Daddy! The pictures are all different."

Xiao Lang looked to where his son pointed and saw that the paintings that were on display had indeed been changed. "Do you want to take a look at the new paintings?"

"Yes, please!"

After handing his son's shoes to one of his assistants, Xiao Lang walked to the display. Everyone cleared the way for them. There were three new paintings on display. They stopped at the first one. It was an abstract painting.

"What is it supposed to be, Daddy?" his son asked as he furrowed his brows.

"It can be anything you see," Xiao Lang answered with a little laugh.

Akihiko looked deep in thouht. "It looks like a cow." He tilted his head to the right. "But now it looks like a fish coming out of a mountain." He then slowly tilted his head to the left. "Now it looks like Eriol!" he said with a giggle.

"Oh?"

He nodded excitedly. "Look at it this way, Daddy." He tilted his head to the side even more. He straightened and looked up at Xiao lang. "What is it really, Daddy?"

"Paintings like this can be anything."

"Really?"

"They're called abstract paintings."

Akihiko frowned at the foreign word. "Abtrat?"

Xiao Lang smiled. "Abs."

"Abs," Akihiko followed him.

"Tract," Xiao Lang finished.

"Tract," Akihiko echoed.

"Abstract," Xiao Lang said with another smile.

"Abs..tract," Akihiko repeated correctly.

Xiao Lang hugged his little boy. "Paintings like this don't really show things like you see them. They express an idea, a symbol, sometimes a feeling."

"Like when you're angry? Or how bad asparagus tastes like?" Akihiko was listening to Xiao Lang, his attention focused on everything his father was saying.

Xiao Lang smiled again. His son had inherited his dislike for asparagus. "Yes, exactly. Look at the painting and tell me what you feel when looking at it."

The little boy looked back at the painting. "I like it because it has lots of green."

Xiao Lang wasn't surprised at his son's answer. He was far too young to understand how to deconstruct paintings like these.

"I like it because of the green, too," he whispered to Akihiko.

"That one next!" Akihiko pointed to the painting a few feet away.

Xiao Lang happily obliged his son. From the corner of his eye, he saw one of his attendants looking at his watch. Xiao Lang was supposed to go to a meeting right now but he didn't care. He would rather be with his son like this. That was one of the major changes that happened in Xiao Lang's life after he got married and had children. His family was now more important than the things he had originally thought to be his world years ago.

The next painting was of a serene field of lavender. It was similar to the lavender fields they had visited in France just last year.

"It's the one we went to before, daddy!"

"Your grandmother loves sceneries like these," Xiao Lang said simply.

"I like them, too," Akihiko told him. He pointed at the last one. "Let's see that one next!"

Xiao Lang could only smile at his son's enthusiasm. Unfortunately, his good mood dissipated the moment he saw the third painting. Everyone but Akihiko felt the change in Xiao Lang demeanor.

Akihiko was so taken aback at the painting. "It's Mommy!"

The last painting was of his wife. And what a beautiful rendition of Sakura it was. It showed her walking down a flower-lined path. She was wearing a sun dress and a woven hat. She was looking back at them, as if beckoning those who saw her to follow. The painting captured her smiling face perfectly. The haziness of the painting gave it a dream-like quality. Indeed, it looked like a picture from someone's fantasy.

"She's so pretty!" Akihiko said as he continued to marvel at the painting.

Everyone else was not so oblivious to the growing displeasure of the most powerful man in the buiding. Xiao Lang moved his head slightly, it was a gesture for one of his attendants to come to him. Xiao Lang watched them trade horrified glances before one came forward. He stopped at Xiao Llang's side, his head bowed. Althouh Xiao Lang had chaned considerably after becoming a husband and a father, he still maintained his stoic seriousness when at work.

"You needed me, Sir?" his assistant said in a hoarse whisper.

Using all of his self-controll not to explode at the man beside him, Xiao Lang merely asked, "What is this?"

It was a few seconds before his attendant found his voice. "A picture of Mrs. Li, Sir." Xiao Lang eyed the painting hatefully. A raised eyebrow was the only indication Xiao Lang gave for he man to continue talking. "It was given as a gift by one of the Chens. He-he was very much taken with... with the madam and wanted to give this as agift. He-he said that… that it would be for you, Sir. That you would like it."

I would like to burn it and scatter the ashes in an abandoned cemetery.

The attendant watched dreadfully as Xiao Lang organized his thoughts. He was glaring at the painting as he spoke."Why in the world would anyone think that I'd enjoy looking at some other man's lustful and obscene fantasies about my wife?" he ground out menacingly. There was nothing innocent in the picture he was looking at. The artist's every emotion was bared in the painting. The bastard had fallen in love with his wife. Xiao Lang wanted the painting burned immediately.

"What does obscene mean, Daddy?"

The sound of his son's voice brought him back from the murderous thoughts he was courting.

Xiao Lang cursed inwardly. He had lost himself in his anger again. He did not intend to teach his son things like that at this time. His eyes flickered to the attendants a few steps from them. "Popo looks sick, doesn't he?"

That drew his son's attention instantly. "Really?"

"Don't you think so?"

Akihiko looked at the dog for a few seconds more. "Ah! Mister, don't hold him like that!"

The attendant who was holding the dog look surprised. "Sir?"

Xiao Lang turned his back on the soon-to-be-incinerted painting and approached the dog.

"You have to hold him belly down," Akihiko chastised him. "He'll feel sick if he's on his back!"

"yes, Sir." The attendant changed how he carried his pet.

Xiao Lang watched as his son gave the attendant several instructions on how to hold his pet. It took a while before the little boy was satisfied.

As soon as he was, Xiao Lang asked, "Should we go up now? There are people waiting for us upstairs.."

"Uhn!"

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Akihiko and Tsubaki Li's personal play room

Li Main House

Central, Hong Kong island

February 21, 2019

4:12 PM

"No, sweetheart! Don't! Let Auntie-"

Tomoyo could not keep the little baby in front of her still. Tsubaki Li had to be the most uncooperative little girl Tomoyo had ever met.

"Tsubaki, if you don't sit still, Auntie Tomoyo won't be able to make you another cute dress."

The baby just gurgled happily at her exasperated aunt.

"You know, even if you do look like Sakura, I won't be nice if you keep acting this way," she scolded the child gently.

The baby only giggled in response, not understanding what her aunt was saying.

Sakura smiled as she watched her cousin play with her daughter. "She doesn't need any more clothes, Tomoyo. It's like the three of you make clothes for my kids everyday. They have so much that they haven't worn yet."

"But Sakura, you're children are the perfect models for the new chic children's wear line that the three of us are developing. Taking all the Li children into account, we already have all age brackets going. These kids are our endorsers. They have to look good." Tomoyo tried to measure Tsubaki's arm once again.

Tsubaki cried out in delight and simply kicked her heels and flailed her arms, her body getting even more tangled in the measuring tape Tomoyo was using.

"I give up," Tomoyo said with a sigh. "I'll wait until she's burned up all that extra energy."

Tsubaki turned on all fours and scanned the room for her mother. As soon as she saw Sakura, she slowly crawled towards her. Sakura smiled as she sat by the edge of the bed, waiting for her daughter to come. Tsubaki Li was Sakura and Xiao Lang's youngest child. She was named following the tradition of her family to name their children after flowers.

Picking up her daughter. Sakura held the baby in a tight embrace. "Good girl, Tsu-chan." Tsubaki was the latest Amamiya princess. Both the Lis and Amamiyas spoiled her. The baby calmed down in Sakura's arms and laid her head on Sakura's shoulder. She made little gurgling sounds and Sakura just rubbed her back soothingly, cooing words of love to the little girl.

"How do you do that?" Tomoyo asked in frustration.

"Maybe because we don't try to tie her up," Sakura replied with a laugh.

They heard a knock on the door which opened to reveal a walking bouquet. Sakura watched the bouquet moving knowing full well who it was.

"Mommy, we're back!" her son cried out as he made his way to her. He brought down the bouquet near her and ran to hug her legs.

Sakura reached down to ruffle his hair gently. "Welcome back," she greeted.

"Auntie Tomoyo, hi!" he said with a smile. Tomoyo opened her arms and he ran to embrace her.

"Good afternoon. Did you have a good day?" Tomoyo asked.

The little boy nodded. "Yes! But Daddy changed my shoes. They hurt, Auntie."

"Is that so? I'll remember that next time." Tomoyo had provided the little boy's outfit for the day.

Tomoyo released him and he looked up to her with a smile. "But they said Popo looked good in his bow tie!"

Tomoyo laughed again. "Is that so? That's great! I'll make a new one for him soon."

"Thanks, Auntie Tomoyo!"

He walked back to the bouquet and presented it to Sakura. There were tulips, lilies and asters of different colors. Their fragrance reached Sakura's nose. The colourful display of flowers caught Tsubaki's attention causing the little girl to reach for them. Sakura reached for a tulip and handed it to her daughter. The little girl marvelled at the deep pink hue of the flower.

"Tsubaki likes it!" Akihiko said in wonder.

Sakura smiled at her little prince and caressed his cheek. "Mommy loves it. What's the occasion, A-chan?"

He put down the bouquet and sat down on a chair. Sakura sat beside him. "Daddy saw the flower shop when we were on the way home. He said it would make Mommy happy. I picked the flowers!" he said proudly.

"I love them. Thank you, A-chan," Sakura said as she kissed him on the cheek.

Even with two children, her husband was ever the romantic. He was always doing little things like these that made Sakura's heart beat faster and her cheeks a little redder.

They heard another knock followed by Xiao Lang entering the room. He smiled at his wife, pleased to be home. He gave Tomoyo a nod and moved to embrace his wife who was still holding on to their daughter.

"I'm home," he said, exhaustion easily heard in his voice.

"Tough day?" she asked.

He nodded and kissed her full on the mouth. He pulled away when he felt something hitting his head. Sakura laughed as Tsubaki kept hitting her father, desperately trying to get his attention. Xiao Lang was Tsubaki's favourite person in the world. She even liked him more than her uncle or her grandfather, a fact that made her father ecstatic. Xiao Lang smiled even wider as he took his daughter from his wife, the little girl's arms already outstretched, a silent demand for her to be carried.

"I missed my little princess," he said as he kissed her cheek. The little girl gurgled happily, presenting the flower she had taken from the bouquet.

Their son immediately latched on to Sakura, holding her tight. Sakura returned the embrace with a smile. Her son always got jealous whenever he was ignored by his mother for a few minutes. Sakura had to stop teaching because her son got so jealous of the attention she was giving her other students. Sakura was no longer teaching but she served as the assistant principal for the school she was working in.

"My little princess in so much prettier," Xiao Lang said as he tapped the flower in the girl's hand. He rubbed his nose against the child's, causing the child to giggle. After a full minute the child started to yawn. She leaned her head on Xiao Lang's shoulder and in seconds, she was already fast asleep.

Tomoyo sighed. "And you wonder why women go crazy when they see you and your children."

"Excuse me?" He didn't quiet catch what Tomoyo had just said.

"Nothing," Tomoyo replied. "I'll leave you guys alone," she said as she stood up.

"Actually, would you kindly accompany my children to their grandmother, Tomoyo?" Xiao Lang asked. "I need to speak with Sakura alone."

"Okay," Tomoyo agreed immediately. Xiao Lang easily handed the sleeping child to her aunt.

Sakura convinced their son to follow Tomoyo. He grumbled a bit but Sakura simply kissed him in the forehead and he agreed grudgingly.

When they were left alone, Xiao Lang carried her bridal style and dropped her on the bed. Before Sakura could recover, he was already kissing her, his kisses hungry and passionate. Sakura only moaned into the kiss, her body perfectly attuned to his. He moved his lips down to her neck, sucking harshly. Sakura could only clutch at his back as his hands pushed up her skirt and made a leisurely exploration of her thighs. Her body was responding to the heat of his desire and she arched her back, desperate to be close to him. This was not ignored by Xiao Lang who grabbed on to her back and started violently tugging on the buttons to her dress.

"Impatient aren't- Ahh!" Sakura moaned lewdly as Xiao Lang sucked a sensitive part of her exposed neck.

Xiao Lang pulled away from her, his body hovering over her own. He had succeeded in his work with the buttons and he was now slowly undressing her, his eyes feasting on each inch of naked flesh that was revealed. "Some idiot thought I would be entertained with a huge painting of you."

"You weren't?" Sakura said breathlessly, her body feeling hotter the longer he stared at her.

"As if I would let anyone's lustful image of you ever be seen by everyone. I'm the only one allowed to fantasize about you. I'm the only man you will ever have, Sakura. I'm the only man who can see you like this." He revealed a full breast, his hand kneading the soft flesh.

Sakura bit her lip to stop the moan that threatened to burst out of her. She grabbed onto his shirt and grit out, "Off."

Xiao Lang chuckled and released her. He shrugged out of his coat hurriedly, throwing the offending garment behind him. The shirt followed, his hands ripping it open, unmindful of the buttons that flew in different directions. He discarded the shirt and was attacking Sakura once more.

She was about to lose herself in pleasure when she remembered that Tomoyo had not locked the door after them. "Do-aaahh!" She could no longer make a coherent sentence with the way Xiao Lang was touching her.

Thankfully, Xiao Lang got the hint. He pulled away from her with a frown and reached for the intercom. He was already short of breath, his breathing coming out in short pants. Sakura briefly wondered what he was doing. Her curiosity turned to mortification when she heard what he said next.

"Wei, please entertain my children for the new few hours." He ended the call and moved back on top of her.

"Do you know that this entire house knows whenever we're together like this?" she asked, irritation lacing her tone.

"Doesn't bother me," he answered as he threw her dress to the side, joining the pile of discarded clothes on the floor.

"But it does-"

He kissed her deeply, sensually, completely erasing any other thoughts from her mind. His body moved against hers and he was moaning at the feel of her skin against his own. Sakura forgot everything else as she wrapped her arms around him, eager to feel him close.

"Love me, Sakura," he pleaded, his heated breath fanning her face.

Sakura nodded as she surrendered herself to him completely.

-oOo-

Author's note: *Poker face* I'm not really sure why I wrote this.

Anyway. Finally. I'm finally done. First fanfic completed. I'm seriously tired and happy at the same time. For everyone who's been patient with me and who have given me words of encouragement, thank you! All your reviews have made me very happy. I hope you all enjoyed the end. Until the next story! Ja ne. XD