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The Love between Two: Chapter Nine

"Okaa-san, I feel dizzy." Sakura whimpered as Shiho carefully placed the bed.

"Relax and stay in bed. I'm going to get you some medicine." Shiho spoke gently while pulling the blankets over her daughter. She walked out the door until Sakura whispered, "Where is otou-san?"

Opening the door, Shiho turned her head and smiled, "He will be here shortly," and closed the door behind her. She walked down the hallway in deep thought until a voice called out.

"Shiho how's Sakura? Is she sleeping? Is she hurting? How bad is it?" Shinichi bombarded her with questions.

A finger to his lips stopped his further babble, "Sakura is all right, Shinichi. It's only a twenty-four hour virus, nothing more." She removed her finger and went into the kitchen followed by Shinichi.

He hobbled to the cabinet where Shiho gathered a medicine bottle and to the refrigerator for apple juice. Shinichi stared intently at the young mother in awe. 'She's a wonderful mother. I would have never thought that I would be a father. I should've been there for Shiho and Sakura.'

Shiho closed the refrigerator door to see Shinichi deep in concentration. His ocean blue eyes revealed sadness and regret as his face became gloomy.

Shinichi closed his eyes as a small tear slid down his cheek. "I am a horrible person," he whispered. Shiho stood in silence as he continued to speak. "I…I-I shouldn't had left you alone, I'm sorry for all the things, all of the horrible things I said to you during that argument. I don't deserve you." Shinichi sighed.

Immediately after his words, Shinichi felt a feminine hand cup his cheek. ,"Baka-ne, why would you say such things?" Shiho questioned. Shinichi didn't reply but his eyes focused on hers saying that she has his attention. "Like you said, you only left me for my sake. All that matters is that I forgive you." Her voice showed warmth and affection instead of the usual sarcasm and coolness. "Now let's nurse our daughter back to health, ne Shinichi?"

Shinichi gave her one of his brightest smiles, "Yes ma'am."

The two parents went towards the bedroom that contained the sick Sakura. Before Shiho could open the door, Sakura opened it first with a weak smile, "What took you so long, okaa-san?" Her knees buckled and her feeble body collapsed on the hardwood floor.

"Sakura!" Shiho dropped the medicine and the juice as she picked up the unconscious girl.

Shinichi placed his crutches against the pale pink wall and used his strength to help Shiho. "She's headstrong just like her mother," he said affectionately while Shiho laid Sakura on the bed and placed the blankets on top of her.

She twitched, "Oh, and I suppose she received her stubbornness from you?"

"Oi, oi, okay you win," he grumbled in defeat, "I'm going to stay with her tonight, if that's okay with you?"

Shiho made her way back to the door and bent down to pick up the grape cough syrup medicine and the bottle of apple juice she dropped on the floor and brought it over to the white nightstand and placed it beside the lamp. "Sure, I'll bring in a futon for you, all right?"

"Wait, where are you going to sleep at?" Shinichi asked as he sat on the edge of Sakura's bed.

"Right next to Sakura," she stated and left the room.

Sighing, Shinichi gazed at his daughter. He smiled at her peaceful face and brushed her bangs away from her closed eyes. 'My first child, my only daughter.' Then Sakura whimpered. Her brows furrowed as tiny sweat droplets appeared on her forehead followed by an agonizing moan. Worry was etched on Shinichi's face to see his daughter in pain and he quickly reached for her. He scooted next to her and gathered her in his arms as his back was pressed against the headboard.

"Shh. Shh. It's alright Sakura, relax," he murmured soothingly then glanced at the medicine beside him.

"Otou-san," Sakura whispered as small tears escaped from her eye lids, "I'm burning up." Her minuscule hands clenched his shirt with her head buried in his chest. "Please…make it go away."

At his daughter request, Shinichi reached for the cough syrup and sat Sakura upright in his lap. He removed the top and poured the purple liquid into the plastic cap. "Open wide," he said as the cap was pressed against her lips.

She shook her head, "It looks yucky!"

"Try it, you'll love it," a new voice entered the room.

Shiho came back inside with the flat bed, blankets, and pillows. "Don't you want to feel better? If you take it, you, Shinichi, and I will go out for ice cream tomorrow if you feel better." She set the items on the floor and sat beside them on the other side of the bed.

Hesitantly, Sakura opened her mouth and Shinichi poured the grape cough medicine inside. She swallowed it quickly and pointed at the apple juice.

"Now it wasn't that bad," Shinichi chuckled as he gave her the juice.

She drank it slowly and snuggled closer to her father. Moments later, the juice was gone and Sakura was sleeping peacefully in Shiho's arms while Shinichi laid down on the futon.

"Her fever is going down," Shiho said with the back of her hand pressed on Sakura's forehead.

Shinichi nodded, "That's good news."

"Spoken like a true worried father," she smiled a genuine smile softly as she ran her hands up and down her daughter's back comfortingly.

He shrugged with a blush, "Call it a father's instinct or a parent's intuition." There was silence in the room and the night drifted away to be welcomed with the morning sun.

The small figure groaned slightly before opening their bright eyes only to shut them again from the blinding light with an almost inaudible growl. They reached for the blankets on their lower back and brought it over their head. Something shifted underneath and pulled the warm blankets off of them.

"Wake up," a soft voice brushed against her ear.

The half-asleep girl said something incoherently before snuggling deeper into her mother's chest.

"Sakura, it's almost 11:00 a.m. and you don't have to go to school today." Shiho caressed her daughter's hair and rose carefully out of the bed with Sakura in her arms.

"Kaa-san, are we still getting ice cream today?" Sakura yawned and wrapped her little arms around Shiho's neck.

A light chuckle was heard from the young woman from the child's question. "Yes, but whenever your fath-…" she trailed off after the futon was unoccupied then her eyes traveled up to the crutches that was propped on the wall, "Where is he?'

"Right behind you," he breathed in her ear as he wound his arms around her waist.

"Otou-san!" Sakura beamed happily seeing her father awake.

Shinichi kissed Sakura's forehead, "How are you feeling?" He placed his hand on her cheek and forehead, "You feel and look much better."

Shiho examined Shinichi with a firm glare. "Why aren't you using your crutches?"

"So I can exercise my leg," he replied as a poor excuse but executed a slightly perfect walk with an occasional limp. "See, I'm perfectly fine."

Shiho walked around him, inspecting his lean figure, "I'll take your word on it this time tantei-kun."

Sakura giggled cutely as her father stood straight up with a proud grin, "Sakura wants a piggy back ride," she said excitedly.

Shinichi paled and Shiho noticed it. "Hmm, what's the matter Superman? Can you walk or not?" She teased with a smirk.

"Def-definitely. I just don't want her to fall since I'm still limping a bit."

Shiho narrowed her turquoise eyes. He winced at her excruciating gaze. "You're still a horrible liar." She went right past him out of the room with Sakura still clinging on as they left the detective grumbling how cold and cruel hi girlfriend is acting.

"Hurry up otou-san or we will leave you!" Sakura's voice echoed into the room.

I would say that this chapter completes the first part. Second part will be updated whenever I get a chance. Please leave REVIEWS! Do it for me, the one who recently turned 17, you know you want to! It Can Happen to a Player is still in process of writing. Oh if you guys have a Twitter follow me MusicSwagg95!