Authors Notes: Can you believe this? Another fanfic? Yeah yeah…I'm still debating on this story's rating. This is just another experimental story, and if gets good feedbacks, well, who knows, I might continue it. Hehehe. And let me thank those wonderful persons that added my other stories in their favorites, review alerts, story alerts and those who reviewed. Those are greatly appreciated.

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Pregnant: Wanted Father

by:LiL sPoIlEd Brat

Chapter 1:Hello Italy…

"You're going to Italy?"

Brunette, 26 year old, Tenten grinned as she nodded at her friend, Sakura Haruno.

"So, do you mind keeping an eye on the apartment as usual?"

"Of course not. But I'm so jealous. Come on in, and tell me about it. I'll make coffee." The pinkette motioned for her to come in, and the moment Tenten entered she waved her palms at Sakura.

"No coffee for me, remember?"

"Oh that's right. I nearly forgot that you were pregnant, because you don't show! Anyway, would you prefer herbal tea, yes? Let's see, I have peppermint, rosehip or chamomile?"

"Peppermint, please. Well, remember the new travel magazine I told you about? The ultra-glossy one that I wrote that small article for?"

"About your little shopping escapade in Hong Kong? Of course, I do."

"Well, the editor sent me an e-mail message, and they're offering me a commission. She wants a feature article written in the same wit and humor as the last one. " In all honesty, Tenten just made air quotes around the key words. She had just written the article in her natural voice and couldn't imagine writing any other way.

"That sounds good. She must've liked your work, I presume?"

"I guess so. Anyway, this feature I'm going to cover is about touring the Amalfi coast." Tenten gave a modest shrug as Sakura squealed.

"You lucky duck! All expenses paid?"

"Uh-huh. It's being sponsored by a tour company. They're going to provide a private driver and tour guide, and everything."

"Blimey. Do you need someone to take photos for you? I have a camera phone." Laughing, Tenten shook her head.

"The editor said they'll buy them directly from a local photographer. No amateur shots needed."

"Can you squeeze me into your suitcase, then? I promise I'll be very good."

"I wish I could, but I travel lightly, remember? And besides, how will you explain yourself to your very moody boyfriend about your adventures in Italy that you have reached through a suitcase?"

"Oh come on, what Sasuke doesn't know won't hurt him. Hey, I'm not that heavy! To think, you're gonna be heavier than I am in a matter of months." Sakura dropped the tea bags into the bin, then she suddenly became serious.

"Are you sure you're all right to travel on such condition? What if, well hopefully not, something happens to you?"

"Nothing's going to happen." Tenten said firmly. "I've travelled all of Asia, I'm sure I can handle Italy. And besides, I'm just a little pregnant."

"As opposed to completely pregnant? Puh-lease, Tenten." Sakura handed her a cupful of chamomile tea as before she took a sip on her mug of coffee. Tenten made a face as she took the cup from her friend. Then she settled comfortably on the sofa.

"There's no problem with travelling at this very early stage, and since my pregnancy's not showing off yet, I thought there's no need for anyone else to know it."

"Such a meanie. I mean, even Ino, for goodness' sake, doesn't know about it. Wait till she hears about it." Tenten glared at Sakura who was chuckling with her hands raised in mock surrender.

"Anyway, are you going to at least tell your parents about it? Before you go?"

"Oh Sakura, you know they'll be very upset when they hear about it." The brunette took a moment to swallow the lump that formed on her throat the moment Sakura mentioned her parents. She took another sip from her tea before she continued.

"You know what they're like."

"They're protective."

"And incredibly old-fashioned."

"But still, Tennie. They have to know." Sakura said gently as Tenten took another sip.

"I know but I'd rather tell them after I got back. If I leave straight after telling them, who knows what my father would do?"

"I pity the poor specie."

"I know for a fact that my father would hunt down Shinji and force him to marry me." Sakura chuckled.

"I'd like to see the old man try. I wonder if he would actually hit him." Tenten playfully smacked her friend's arm.

"Oh come on, Sakura, don't be ridiculous. I know you're a nurse, but it took you almost forever to overcome your fear in blood and pursue the dream your parents had for you. And we both know how you hate violence."

"Yes, I know. But Shinji's an exceptional case. After what he had put you through, I think he deserves it." Tenten shrugged, but deep inside she knew that there was a teeny little voice that told her Sakura was right.

"Maybe. But I don't want my dad to be involved with him as to the fact that I don't want to get involved with him anymore."

"So you wouldn't consider accepting an apology and proposal if ever he came crawling back to you?"

"And I thought you really know me, Sakura."

"Hey, you can't blame me, can you? I know for a fact that you have always wanted a perfect family, you know husband, babies…"

"Yeah, but…" Tenten stopped thoughtfully. "I didn't want to be a single mum too. I want my baby to have a father like every mother wants to, but it's better to have that father be absent rather than to have him present when we all know how bad he could be a father to our child."

"Uh, I hate to be the devil's incarnate here, but you don't know if Shinji's going to be a bad father."

"With the fact that he hates children, I highly doubt he would be a good father. At first, I thought that he only hates other people's children, but I was wrong."

"You know, you're right. You're so better off without him."

"I know." Sakura bit her lip, earning a confused look from Tenten.

"It's just that…"

"What?"

"Well, it's going to be hard. I want you to be sure of what you're gonna do, so you won't have any regrets."

"I'm sure. I won't definitely have regrets. I would rather raise her on my own than be married to someone who doesn't want to be with us." Sakura looked as if she wanted to say more, but she pressed her lips together. She was a great friend and Tenten felt a sudden rush of emotion. She knew that Sakura would support her even though she made the wrong decision, that she would still be there and Tenten greatly appreciated it.

And Tenten knew she made the right decision concerning Shinji.

"Anyway, " Sakura said after a resigned sigh, "You might meet someone in Italy. You always used to talk about your Italian fantasy man."

"Uh-uh. No way." Tenten shook her head. "That was way before. I mean, come on, we all grow up." It was true that Tenten had always dreamt of visiting Italy. She always had this crazy idea about finding her soulmate there. But she had had grown up since then and she learned the hard way the true love was indeed a fantasy.

"It's definitely not this trip. The last thing I would want is to have another relationship while I'm at this state. The only thing I'm concerned about is about being a good mother to my child."

"But, who knows, you might…" Sakura saw Tenten's expression and decided to shut her mouth. Tenten was serious and nothing would stop her in taking this commission. It was always her dream job. But meeting a man in Italy was far behind her head. And she wouldn't want anyone to know that she's pregnant. She shook her head at Sakura.

"I'm going there for work and nothing more."

Neji Hyuuga stared at his uncle Hiashi.

"But, I'm no tour guide…"

"No, no, I know, but you know so much about the history of this region. More than your cousin in law or myself. You would do a very good job and believe me, I would not ask if I'm not desperate. Naruto's accident is the worst thing that could have happened. I would take over myself but my doctor says I must not drive. I'm sorry for Naruto, of course, but this accident of his is very inconvenient."

Neji leaned his elbows on the dinner table. His uncle's table, still covered in the remains of a very good meal, thanks to his cousin's superb cooking that she had inherited from his late aunt. He knew he owed these people. They had taken him in when his parents died when he was just twelve years old. He was still taking advantage of their generosity even as he is an adult. Whenever he needed to get away, to refresh, he would always come back to their home.

Wasn't it time he gave something back?

His uncle would always work hard, and he didn't understand why the old man felt he had to expand their business now, when his uncle should be winding down, and when his uncle's health had had a few setbacks. He wished his uncle would retire, or at least let him prop up the business financially –he could actually afford it and he'd happily do it.

But Hiashi would always refuse his money.

Though he would always ask for his nephew's help, it wouldn't do a fatal blow on his pride now, would it? And it wasn't much of a burden, really. All he had to do was to drive a foreign writer around.

"The good thing, Neji," his uncle said, "Is this woman is from Japan. She probably have had not heard of you. That is good, no? And besides, wouldn't you want to at least get in touch with your native roots? " Neji nodded.

"I'll do it, but I hope she's worth it." His uncle's face creased into a worried frown.

"I expect that you will treat her with respect, unlike the women you have had associated with yourself in Milano."

"Don't worry, I'll be on my best behavior."Neji grinned, though he found it a little disconcerting that his uncle seemed to know the type of woman he normally dated.

It didn't make any difference what type of woman this travel writer might be. He wasn't interested in women of any type at that moment. He had more important things to think about.

"I meant, I hope her article is worth the effort. I hope it's good for business."

"Yes of course. I understand. You will be all right to drive? Your knee is better, I presume?" Neji nodded.

"It's okay, uncle. I won't be here too much longer."

"You know Hinata and I, and I'm sure your aunt too, are always happy to have you here."

"Thank you, uncle." Still, he wanted to get back to Milano. He wanted to get on with his life. This time out had been one forced on him by injury. He certainly wouldn't have chosen to take time off at this stage of his soccer career. But the club doctor and his management had advised him to have a complete break during his rehabilitation, to think about his future. Ominous words for any player, but for him they were horrifying.

Rome. It had a smell all of its own. Tenten decided as she hugged herself in excitement. Traffic, food, coffee and a touch of something else…roasted chestnuts? The guide books hadn't mentioned it, but she would. She pulled out the small notebook she always carried with her and made a note to include the peculiar smell in her article.

Standing outside the hotel which, she'd read, was only a few hundred meters from the Colosseum—The Colosseum, for heaven's sake—she could hardly believe she was really here. In Rome.

How long had she dreamed of this moment? Only all of her life.

She'd love to drop her luggage in the hotel room and go for a walk. It was only a matter of minutes to the Circus Maximus and all sorts of sights…but she was tired.

So tired. After a twenty two hour flight, and not to mention the time she had spent on waiting around in airports, she was exhausted.

Of course, pregnancy didn't help. She'd been weary before she had even set foot on plane. Add in the stress of everything that had happened before then, and it was no surprise she felt as limp as a week-old lettuce.

Turning, Tenten maneuvered her suitcase on its wheels through the hotel entrance and across the marble floor. It was only mid-afternoon, she still had time to catch a couple of hours' sleep and still see something of the city before bedtime. And, her driver wasn't due until tomorrow morning, which meant she could still have a few sightseeing sessions after an early breakfast and before she started the actual job.

Perfect.

For a couple of weeks, she would pretend that her real life didn't exist. It would be waiting for her when she returned and she'd have the difficult job of telling her parents about her pregnancy. But for a little while she'd forget about that.

After checking in, Tenten made her way towards her room and took a shower, after wards she flung herself to the bed. She closed her eyes and drifted towards sleep on the strangely comforting blanket of sound—Vespas, sirens and car horns—coming from the streets below.

A/N: What do you think? This story is yet based on another book with the same title as this fanfic. Gee, I think I'm gonna have a fever. This is yet to be the longest chapter I have ever written. Ehehehe, reviews are greatly appreciated.

LiL sPoIlEd BrAt