Hello, everybody! I just wanted to let everyone know that this is my first official fan fiction, and that I'm really excited to share it with all of you! I am aware that my writing is not perfect, and that I still have a long way to go in terms of writing fiction, so if you have any constructive feedback you would like to give, I encourage you to share, but do not waste your time leaving flames, as they will be ignored.
With that being said, please enjoy my first story, I hope you like it! :)
The Problematic Adventures of Being a Housewife
Sakura's POV
"Oomph, hah, wah-cha!" Sakura giggled at the silly sounds her fourteen year old daughter, Sarada, was making as she struck the ragged, old dummy in the courtyard relentlessly. She glanced over her shoulder towards the warm sunset, watching as the refreshing May breeze danced with the fallen cherry blossoms on the ground, causing them to gently flutter her way. Life just couldn't get better than this, could it?
Sakura loved her work as a medical ninja, and was ecstatic to get back to work after so long, but it was times like these that she wished she could stay here forever. She glanced at her daughter, who was obviously exhausted, yet still attacking the dummy without hesitation. She was so much like her father, in so many ways, she thought to herself.
Oh right, her father… She missed him so much, she gave a yearning sigh.
The pink haired Uchiha snapped back to reality however, when a loud piercing cry broke out from inside the house, which caused both of the Uchiha women to freeze. Sakura immediately jumped up from the stone bench she was seated on, and nodded for Sarada to continue training, as she rushed to the front door.
She entered the building and quickly hurried her way to the stairs. "I'm coming Sousuke! Hold on!" She called as she turned into the room which held the source of the deafening shriek. She entered the yellow room which was only illuminated by the soft glow of a night light. The pink haired kunoichi, reached into a crib at the side of the room, and scooped up her screaming, three month old, baby boy.
"It's okay, baby. I'm here", she hushed gently to the screaming infant in an attempt to calm him, as she slowly rocked him back and forth. The baby had progressively stopped wailing and, after a couple moments of swaying in his mother's arms, was only whimpering softly.
"That's better." The child's mother cooed as she went to sit in the corner of the room with her son. Sakura knew that he hated being alone (which she and her daughter thought was really cute) and, like Naruto commented the day her son was born, the child was definitely going to be a huge 'mama's boy' someday.
She smiled adoringly as she glanced back towards the tiny infant nestled in her arms, as he fought to keep his eyes open, but failed miserably. She let out a pleasant hum and closed her eyes, what was it that she had asked herself earlier? Oh, yes: how could life get any better than this? She sighed contentedly, but froze abruptly; her eyes wide, gaze shooting down towards her son, a worried expression sweeping her face.
Now, how could she forget that?
You see her husband, the terse yet heroic Uchiha Sasuke, was currently out of the village on another (she groaned inwardly), long-term mission, and had been for nearly a year now. The week after Naruto's rescue mission last June, Sasuke had been assigned this mission. He left immediately of course, leaving his wife who he loved dearly (though he'd never admit it to anybody) as well as his adored daughter and, though he didn't and still doesn't know it, he left someone else behind too.
That's right, he still doesn't know.
While Sakura desperately wanted to inform Sasuke, Naruto advised her not to do so, as such personal and emotional news could easily become a distraction and possibly put her husband in danger. Plus, if the letter got into the hands of the enemy, who knows how they could take advantage of it?
After some consideration, though despondent, the female Uchiha decided against her initial idea, as a hormone induced sense of dread caused her to believe that what Naruto described would most definitely come to fruition.
She wasn't going to lie, her pregnancy had been rough without him; her symptoms were powerfully intense, and there were a couple of instances where she thought that the child wouldn't make it. She remembered how dark of a time it was for her and her daughter to endure, but with the support from her friends; especially Naruto and Hinata who had taken care of Sarada whenever she had to go to an emergency appointment, she and the child were able to pull through safely. Sooner or later however, the pink haired woman fretted that there would be trouble, when he returned.
All in all, the situation that was to blame for Sakura's distress was this:
Uchiha Sakura now had two children, one more than she did before, and when her husband finally came home (whenever that was!) he would be utterly clueless. She never thought there would ever be a time when she didn't want Sasuke to come home.
Sasuke's POV
He walked down the darkened road, the only sound that could be heard was the buzzing of the street light as well as the clicks of his shoes against the pavement; otherwise there was nothing but complete silence surrounding him. He had met with Naruto only a couple moments ago at the Hokage office and, while he was glad to see his best friend (or anybody else from his old class for that matter) after such a long time, there was such an air about him that made Sasuke feel…apprehensive.
Naruto seemed very bubbly, more so than his usual self, he was jumpy even as if he were excited. Sasuke made note of his change of behaviour, but quickly brushed it off chalking it up to his success on the mission, or even his own exhaustion.
He began to feel suspicious, though, when Naruto started subtly shooing him away. He kept saying things like "Well, you better head on home now" or "You should go to bed and rest", and that's when Uchiha Sasuke knew something was up, as the blonde Uzumaki could literally talk for hours.
The dark haired Uchiha's suspicions were raised even higher, however, when Naruto made the mistake of allowing his mischievous grin quirk up; though it was only for a second, the Uchiha automatically knew that Naruto was keeping something from him, something that was obviously torturing him to keep to himself.
If there was one thing anybody needed to know about Uchiha Sasuke, it would be that he hated surprises, and this especially included secrets.
One meet of the eyes, and Naruto knew that his friend was catching on to him. Sasuke had quickly tried to press this secret out of the blonde Hokage, but was cut off abruptly as he suddenly disappeared into a puff of smoke.
'Hn, dobe', he thought to himself annoyed, but half-smirking at the recent memory as he turned into the walkway of his house. He hesitated at the front gate, gazing up at his home; now this, this was what he was looking forward to all day. He gazed at the tall grey building, which was branded with the red Uchiha fan on the side. He thought of his daughter when he glanced at the beaten up old training dummy in the side, and how he'd missed her chunnin inauguration ceremony.
He shook his head free of such thoughts and, with that, made his way up the cobblestone path to the red front door. He opened it, fully expecting Sakura and Sarada to be there waiting for him but, to his dismay, was met with total darkness.
'Didn't Naruto tell them I was coming home?' he wondered, wiping his dirty shoes on the black floor mat. It would make a lot more sense if this was the case, as his family would usually risk waiting all night long if they knew that he would be returning.
He took his shoes off and stepped forward, and just then something caught his eye. It was a light. Yes, a soft glow coming from…Sarada's old bedroom? Now he was really confused. He hastily took off his cloak and made his way to the staircase. As he climbed the stairs, he looked into his daughter's bedroom on the right and saw that she had fallen asleep, still wearing her training clothes instead of ordinary pyjamas.
He figured that she must have been training and collapsed on her bed, reluctantly falling asleep. The right corner of his mouth quirked up for a moment, but his eyes quickly returned to his original destination.
The door was fully open and Sasuke quickly slipped into the room, only to be met with his wife, her head slumped over to the side, pink locks hiding part of her face, her emerald eyes hidden behind her eyelids as she slept. She sat on an old rocking chair, but before Sasuke could even think to joke to himself about how his wife was slowly going insane, sleeping in here for no apparent reason, he noticed that she was holding something.
Eyes wide and mouth agape, he walked over to her with a slow stride and stopped when he saw in full view, just what his wife was cradling in her arms.
A child no more than a couple months old, with soft black tufts of hair and rosy cheeks. He assumed that it was a boy due to his blue pajamas. The tiny Uchiha's fists were clenched tight, as his eyes lazily began to slowly flutter open at the sound of his slowly approaching footsteps, revealing two dark eyes that were nearly black, but had noticeable tints of green, causing them appear dark grey from afar.
Without even thinking, he gently swooped up the enfant with expert stealth and precision, and gazed into the child's eyes, mesmerized. The second thing that one needed know about Uchiha Sasuke was his weakness, which funnily enough, was his family.
This child was definitely his son, no doubts there, but how could this have happened? Well, he knew how it happened, but was this even possible? The dark haired Uchiha concluded that apparently it was, still dumbstruck by the sudden revelation that he had just endured.
He noticed that the baby started to whine quietly, his face began to scrunch up, and his eyes filled with tears. It hit him like a heavy bag of bricks; the child was scared of him, the man he didn't know was his own father.
This realization sent a sudden hard pang to Sasuke's heart, reminding him of when his daughter met him after many years, and how he didn't recognize her. 'Was this how she felt?' he thought guiltily, but was snapped back to reality by the child cradled between his arm and chest.
This baby was going to cry, it seemed inevitable.
Sasuke glanced over to his, still sleeping, wife and then back to his son. Deciding between having a groggy Sakura attack him thinking he was an intruder or attempting to calm the baby, he decided to take the latter because he knew from personal experience, Sakura could really 'pack a strong punch', as his daughter would put it.
He instinctively began to bounce the baby up and down in his arms in order to soothe the boy, and after a couple of seconds, the child's frightened expression shifted to become more confused, than anything.
Sasuke smirked at the expression that the small child was making; his eyes were wide open, revealing those two captivating orbs, and his mouth was open revealing his little pink tongue. Though, this open expression quickly turned into a soft smile.
He continued rocking the infant, all while having the same small smirk on his face. He glanced over to the pink haired woman once again to double check that he hadn't wakened her. He looked back at the infant and, just when he was beginning to get the hang of this, he made one final glance towards his wife, just to be absolutely sure, and to his shock her jade eyes were wide open.
Sakura's POV
Something was wrong, she didn't know what, but it felt as if something were missing, she thought with her eyes still shut. She felt lighter somehow, her mind disregarded this though as she tried to remember what had happened. She recalled going to see Sousuke, and concluded that she must have fallen asleep while she was rocking back and forth in the rocking chair, in an attempt to lull her son to sleep. Slowly she began to open her eyes, her vision still a little hazy.
She blinked a couple of times to clear her clouded eyesight and slightly tilted her head to her lap where her son was. To her horror though, he wasn't there. Her heart skipped a beat, then began pounding relentlessly as her eyes darted to the floor, fearing that she may have dropped him.
However, in her half asleep state, she didn't realize the tall dark man in front of her with his back turned, and when she did she almost screamed, but luckily she caught herself, gasping inaudibly. This man was holding her son; her fear quickly turned to anger and she considered attacking the man, but stopped herself in order to study him better, a sense of familiarity creeping over her as she surveyed the stranger.
Her eyes shot wide open then, realization hitting her when she saw the empty sleeve on the man's familiar grey vest.
Sasuke!
She wasn't sure if she wanted to jump up and hug him or pretend to be asleep still, but just as a precaution she chose to just keep quiet, letting her thoughts flood her brain.
When did he come home?! Sakura's mind was racing, was he upset? She couldn't see his face (thank goodness he couldn't see hers either!), so she had absolutely no clue what was going on inside his head right now.
He was slowly swaying back and forth, with their son nestled between his arm and torso, which she would have normally thought was adorable, but given the set of circumstances could only feel dumbfounded at the sight in front of her. Sakura's eyes were wide open and her mouth was agape, she couldn't believe this was really happening right now!
Suddenly, his head peered over his shoulder slightly, catching sight of the petrified Sakura. He fully turned around, his arm firmly holding onto their son, so as not to drop him and, to Sakura's surprise, he was…smiling.
Not his usual 'half smile', this time he was actually smiling.
Still shocked, she sat and watched as her husband slowly approached her and handed her the child. She looked down to see that the boy was fast asleep, with a small smile visible on his face.
Feeling a slight pressure on her temple, she looked up to see her husband, who had rested his fingers on the center of her forehead, a beaming smile on his lips as he said softly, "Now tell me, what is my son's name?"
There you go! Please let me know what you thought of that story, as well as any other pairings I should include next time! Thank you for reading, and I hope you have a wonderful day! :)