Yo peoples. I know I haven't written in forever but I'm here now. This is just a little fic inspired by Father's Day.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Not now, not ever.

Gaara was worried. Emiko had been acting strangely the past few days. She'd been getting sick early in the morning, and she'd made the oddest foods for herself.

Now she had woken up early to make him breakfast in bed. His duties had been dismissed for the day, and Kankuro was staking care of his duties.

"Morning Gaara!" Emiko exclaimed as she swept into their room, her arms full f a tray of food.

"What is this?" the redhead asked, watching her as she set the tray next to him.

She smiled as she sat next to him. Without answering, she lifted a spoon to his mouth. Gaara didn't resist, but when she put the spoon back in the bowl he asked her again what she was doing.

Emiko glanced up at her husband out of the tops of her eyes. A small smile spread on her face, and she glanced back down.

"Miko," Gaara said, reaching out and grabbing her wrist. He immediately regretted not taking a gentler approach when fear flashed in her eyes. She pulled her wrist out of his grasp, not looking at him. "I'm sorry."

She shook her head, dipping the spoon back to get more cereal. "It's fine."

Neither spoke as she fed him, but Emiko cuddled into Gaara's side after setting the tray on the bedside table. He was forgiven.

"Emiko, what are you doing?" Gaara whispered. He slipped an arm around her, pressing his chin to his chest so he could try to see her face.

She smiled, moving her head from his chest to his shoulder. "Happy Father's Day," she whispered, watching as his facial expression changed from nothing to confusion.

"What are you talking about?" He looked down at her, eyes darting over her face. "I'm not a father."

Emiko's eyes lit up, and she planted her elbows on his pillow on either side of his head. "You will be."

Gaara froze, and the world seemed to stop spinning for that small moment in time. "What?" he whispered, choked.

She beamed at him, but did not say anything else.

Gaara sat up slowly, giving his wife time to move with him. She sat in front of him, observing him as he situated himself on his knees.

The young man reached out and placed his hands on Emiko's stomach. She grinned, watching his expression. He looked up at her, and then he smiled.