Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Like We Used To Be ❯ the plan ( Prologue )

Sakura and Syaoran sat on their porch watching their young daughter and son play in the yard. She leaned into him and sighed. "Is this how you saw it, Syaoran? The house, the white picket fence, and the two children?"

"No."

"It sucks."

"I know."

"Remember when we were young, and we used to make out behind my house…"

He nuzzled her neck, "Yes…"

"I want to do that. I want to go and just have random sex somewhere!" she slammed her fist down on her leg, "I'm tired of children and being too tired at night to even do it on the bed at night!"

Syaoran rubbed her side, putting his arm around her, "Why don't we… have a week without the kids? My mom could take them for a week, and since your father's retired now, he could take them for a week…"

"That's two weeks, Syaoran."

"I know," he rubbed her leg, "But gods, I've missed you, Sakura. I've missed being with you. You're right, with work and the kids, we have to go to sleep when we go to bed. Let's take two weeks off from everything, and just do what we want again."

She hesitated, "I really need to keep up with my column at the magazine…" Sakura leaned against him appreciatively as he ran his hands over her, "Syaoran…"

They were forced to stop as one of the kids, Sashiko, came up and sniffed, "Mommy, Sajirou, took my ball." She gazed at them, her brown-amber eyes indignant.

"Use the other one," Sakura told her, sounding a tad bit aggravated. Sashiko could tell her mother wasn't in the mood for it, so she sulked off to get the other ball that lay in the grass. Sakura turned to Syaoran, "Ok. I'll do it. I have a few strings I can pull…" She sighed and closed her eyes, "No offense to the kids, but this sounds like heaven."

"At least we don't have five. I feel sorry for Eriol…"

"Eriol? I feel sorry for Tomoyo! Do you have any idea how tiring and painful it would be to have five kids at once?" Sakura turned to him, "Her mother would take her kids. She loves being a grandma. Maybe we should spend our weeks together with them. It'd be just like old times, and I haven't seen Tomoyo in ages."

Syaoran took out his cell phone and dialed Tomoyo and Eriol's number. He heard Eriol's voice amongst lots of gibbering voices, "Hello?"

"It's Syaoran."

"Syaoran, this is really a bad time…" Eriol's voice trailed off.

"Listen. How would you like to take a break from your kids?"

Eriol lowered his voice, "Syaoran, you can't even guess at how much I want to…"

"Well me and Sakura have though about it, and between all of our parents, we can spend two weeks just us and you and Tomoyo… like we used to."

Eriol paused, "I really need my job, Syaoran…" There was a drawn out silence, and a heavy sigh, "Let me ask Tomoyo." Syaoran heard the phone being put down. Sakura kissed Syaoran lightly as they waited for Eriol to come back.

They heard Tomoyo yelling on the other side of the phone, "Yes, we'll do it! I don't care if I have to get two jobs later, Eriol, I need a break! I'm about to go crazy!"

There was a static sound as Eriol picked up the phone, "Okay, we agree to it." They could hear Tomoyo celebrating in the back ground.

"Then talk to Tomoyo's mother, and you can get Ruby to cover at least a day…" he turned to Sakura, "We could always trap Touya and Yukito if we need to…"

"We arrange everything on our part, and we'll discuss the finer details later," Eriol sounded exhausted, "Thank you for this idea, Syaoran. I don't think we would have ever thought of it." With that, Eriol hung up the phone.

"Are we bad parents for wanting to get rid of our kids like this?" Sakura asked Syaoran.

He gazed at her seriously, "Sakura, I'm tired of sharing you. If just for two weeks, I want you to myself again." Syaoran pulled her against him, and her breath.

Her voice was low, "Syaoran, I can still remember the days when we'd stay in bed all day. What happened?"

"Life happened, Sakura. Kids… jobs… life. That's why we need to take this break so much." She nodded. They both looked at their two kids in the yard and sighed together. This was going to be the greatest two weeks of their lives.