"Ohayo gozaimas, Syaoran," she greeted. He walked over to her.
"Ohayo gozaimas, Sakura-koishii," he said. Wrapping his arms around her, he breathed in her scent. "So, whatcha making?"
"A Thanksgiving dinner," she replied. Syaoran blinked in surprise.
"Isn't that the holiday Empress Sarah told us about?" He chuckled a bit at his young wife's nod.
"It sounded so delicious and fun, I wanted to try it," she explained. Syaoran smiled down at the young enchantress he held in his arms.
"Darling, I'm sure it will be wonderful." She beamed at his confidence in her.
"I'm glad you think that, love," she said. "I've taken the liberty of inviting your family over for dinner tonight."
"D-demo, I--" Sakura cut him off with a sweet kiss.
"Syaoran?"
"Hai?" She looked up at him.
"Can we do this again next year?" she asked. He laughed at her question.
"Koishii, if you want to participate in Thanksgiving again next year, you may," he told her. "Just don't forget to explain everything to my mother and sisters first so they aren't as confused next year as they were today." Sakura giggled at his comment.
"Aishiteru, Syaoran-San," she whispered.
"Aishiteru, Sakura-Sama," he whispered back. That being said, they leaned into each other's embrace and thought of how thankful they were to have each other.