The Sohma Litters *a Traditions Sequel*

Chapter Fourteen: Usagi and his love.

Momiji woke to the sound of metal against metal. He rubbed his eyes and looked around. He was alone, something he had always hated. He threw the covers off and jumped out of bed. The small alarm clock said Nine-thirty, far too early. He didn\'t bother with his clothes or even the bright yellow Yukata that hung on the bathroom door. Negotiating the hall, he moved quietly toward the sound of life in the small one bedroom apartment.
Miyu was reading her cookbook and shuffling ingredients around. Kyo had told her that this was the easiest breakfast he knew of, but she was just not that domestic. Her hand pushed a stray lock of gold hair out of her face and she sighed in exasperation. She tried, but she just couldn\'t do it.
Hands made their way to her waist and pulled her around to look at him..
\"I didn\'t marry you because of your ability to cook. I can eat out every meal, as long as you eat with me,\" Momiji whispered in her ear. \"and if you cooking means I have to wake up alone, I would rather you never cooked again.\"
Miyu looked at the man that held her. No longer boyish, Momiji had blossomed into a fine figure of a man. He was strong and sturdy and his broad shoulders could more than carry the load he had to. He was also passionate in all he did. His boyish exuberence turning into firm determination and and occasional impetuousness. Miyu felt safe with him. She had to watch herself, not wanting to mistakenly turn him into the result of his personal curse, but loving the feel of his hands and arms on her.
\"I want to do things for you. You know that.\" but he would hear none of it.
\"I know something you could do for me, right now!\" and his arms moved down to place her hands in just the right place.
\"Oh, you do? Hentai Usagi.\" but she moved her hand expertly across the light fabric and felt the welcome response.
\"Now you are cooking.\" Miyu pushed him away.
\"Oh, you and your American phrases. Get dressed and let\'s go get breakfast.\" Momiji pouted but obeyed. Miyu cleaned up the mess in the kitchen and followed. She had promised to watch Haruna and Masami today, and they had to hurry if they wanted breakfast before.
Hatsuhara and Kagura were going to the city to find some presents for the Wedding. And she loved caring for the twins.
That was the only thorn on the blossom of her marriage. She and Momiji had been unable to conceive a child. Hatori had said it was rare, but that they would probably never have children of their own. The elders had allowed the marriage anyway, after finding out that it was something in Momiji and he would never have children no matter what bride he took. So they were the always available sitters, Auntie and Uncle.
She didn\'t mind. Well, not much. They loved the little ones, and their love for each other was sufficient for the rest.
Momiji had just gotten his degree in Architecture and was currently working with the Tokyo Fine Arts Association to help design a museum for the east side of the city, then he was slated to work on a library near the school where they had met.
Miyu had gotten a degree in business and was doing a good job of climbing the ladder in the corporation she was hired at. They made computor games and such and she was in the advertising department, working on cost effectivity.
Life was nearly complete for them. And they were happy together.