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The day after Sakura had the vision about their son was ordinary. They went over their day as if the universe hadn't just set a timer on their fates.
Sakura is pretending to sleep beside him. Tsubasa is curled on his chest. His son. His real self.
"What shall we do now?" He asks almost to himself.
"What we have been doing so far," Sakura whispers back, defeated but resolute. "Raise him, love him."
Syaoran hums. It's not like they can do anything else. The wheels of time are in motion. He holds his son closer, and tries to sleep.