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"Sasuke-kun," Sakura whispered, nudging her sleeping husband awake.

"Sasuke-kun," she repeated — a little louder this time when he didn't budge. "Sasuke-kun, wake up."

Said man stirred up and grumbled a lazy response to his wife. It was 3 am and Sasuke was sound asleep — as was every household in the village. What could she want now that couldn't wait in the morning? How annoying.

"I'm hungry." Sakura stated while rubbing her swollen womb.

So it's that. Again. If he had his eyes open, he would've rolled them. Of course she was hungry. He absolutely had no idea what pregnancy did to women — he hasn't even had the birds and the bees talk until after the war with Madara — but of all the things he expected, needing to wake up in ungodly hours to feed her was on the bottom of the list.

"Can't it wait?" He mumbled sleepily, burying his face deeper into his pillow.

"No." Sakura said firmly, and he swore he could feel her glaring for even asking.

"It's three in the morning, Sakura."

"Did I fucking stutter, Sasuke?"

Sighing heavily in defeat, the Uchiha patriarch rose and stood up, muttering his annoyance under his breath. He walked to a delighted Sakura to help her up.

When they got to the kitchen, she immediately went (wobbled) to the direction of the basket of tomatoes by the table. Realizing what she was craving for, Sasuke took off with lightning speed to protect his precious fruits.

Before she could reach for one, he was already there in between her and the red tomato goodness.

"Sasuke, what the hell, get out of the way!"

"No. You ate your share yesterday. That's enough."

"But I want some more!"

"I'll buy you some tomorrow. Eat something else." He said stubbornly.

"But I want them now."

"Sakura," he warned, but unfortunately, she didn't care. What a pregnant woman wants, a pregnant woman gets.

She met his glare. "I. Want. Them. Sasuke."

"But they're mine." If she wasn't so hungry, she would have laughed. TheSasuke Uchiha was so close to whining. She feels so powerful. Ha!

"What's yours is ours, remember?" She smiled sweetly, patting her stomach as she said 'ours'. "Don't you want your little boy to be as strong as his daddy?"

Unfazed, Sasuke answered, "What's my tomatoes got to do with that?"

That's it. She's out of patience. She was getting her tomatoes, and even their marriage can't get in the way of it. No more Mrs. Nice Uchiha.

"Sasuke fucking Uchiha, give me my tomatoes now or I swear to Kami, I'll divorce you, take this child with me, remarry someone who'll give me all the tomatoes I want, and leave you rotting with your tomatoes while trying to restore your clan with one of your mentally incompetent fangirls!"

There was a pregnant (heh) silence as the couple proceeded to have a glaring contest in which Sasuke's eyes say 'You wouldn't', and Sakura's say 'Don't try me.'

Guess who won.

"Fine!" He growled as he took the basket from behind him and shoved it in her direction. "Have them all! Whatever."

Squealing to herself, she took one of the plump red fruits and sunk her teeth into it, savoring the juicy taste of victory.

"I love you, Sasuke-kun! And I'm sure he'll look like you if he loves tomatoes so much." She sang convincingly trying to make up for taking his tomatoes while he sulked by the kitchen counter.

"He better."

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