I do not own Naruto

Naruto carefully peeked into the bedroom his young wife lay sleeping in. This was the sixth day in a row she had been sick and it seemed to be taking a toll on her. Naruto mentally cringed at the memory of the day before when he had innocently, and solely out of worry for her, suggested the med-nin go see someone about it. Honestly, the death glare and sharp objects thrown at him were completely uncalled for. She was sick and he was concerned.

Well, that was what the shrimp tempura was for. She seemed to be able to eat fine. Holding it down the next day, that was another matter, but surely her favorite food would keep her from chucking the clock at him upon entering.

Silently, the door slid open, Naruto staying behind it just in case random objects flew by. Not even a murmur came from inside so he took that as a positive step and entered.

Pale eyes were already locked onto his figure as he passed through the doorway. Naruto paused for a moment, unsure of what her expression was trying to convey, but fearing it was thoughts of his violent demise. Ironically, before this week he had never even known his wife was capable of a death glare.

"Hinata!" he called out, thrusting the bag of food in front of his chest. "I brought you lunch. Shrimp tempura! Your favorite!"

"You brought . . ." Naruto watched as his wife's face contorted with disgust and nausea. ". . . food?"

Hand over her mouth, Hinata was in the bathroom before Naruto's smile could falter. After a moment he crept toward the door, careful not to be seen, though. "Hinata? Do you need some help?"

The bathroom door slamming shut was his only answer. This wasn't going the way he had planned. Too nervous to just stand still, he quickly ate the shrimp as he waited for her to re-emerge, hopefully not as angry as the day before.

"Naruto . . ."

He was holding her around the shoulders, gently steering her to their bed without another word spoken. His hands carefully helped her lay back, cradling her neck as if she would break if he let go. "Hinata, maybe you should go–"

"I did," she interrupted. Her voice quiet, yet commanding. "I saw Sakura-chan yesterday."

"Did you two find out what was wrong?" Naruto may not have been the most tactful person, but even he wasn't stupid enough to downplay a med-nin's ability just because she was sick.

"Yes."

He waited several moments for her to continue, but she didn't. Leaning over to look her in the eyes, Naruto asked, "Well?"

"It is rather serious."

"Serious." The word seemed foreign to him. "How serious?"

"It is going to take months to get over with."

"Months?" Surely that wasn't right. They had the best med-nins in Konoha, surely one of them could help. "Maybe we can get Tsunade-baachan to help. Surely she can heal you."

"No."

"But Hinata!"

She pressed a single finger to his lips to silence him, and a smile graced her tired face. "You don't want the baby?"

Baby? A small smile quickly grew as the realization hit him. "You're . . . you're pregnant?"

She nodded, her face brighter and happier than he could ever remember seeing it. Despite the bloodshot eyes and the light sweat her body was covered in, at that moment she seemed even more radiant than when they had been married.

"We're going to have a child, Naruto."

A child. He was going to have a child. They would be a family. Just him, Hinata, and their baby. A real family, all his own.

Her fingers tenderly wiped the stray tears from his cheeks. For the moment, he couldn't be happier just being there with her.

"Naruto," she said softly after some time had passed.

"Yeah, Hinata?"

"Where's my shrimp?"