Gaara leans forward to leave a chaste kiss on Naruto's lips, pulling back quickly as she neither rejects nor accepts the kiss. He meets her worried eyes. "I don't think I can do this." She whispers, her eyes fearful and distant. Naruto's hand currently sits on her stomach and clenches tigher on the fabric, causing ripples on her thin orange shirt.
Gaara reaches out and gently takes her chin in his hand and forces her to look at him. "Naruto Uzumaki, you will be a great mother of our child."
Naruto's eyes close briefly as she lightly leans into his touch. Her eyes open and her cerulean orbs meet his black ones. "I don't know how to be a mother, Gaara. I never had parents. I-I'll mess up and-" Naruto's voice rises, her tone going an octave higher.
Gaara cuts her off. "I believe in you." The way he says it leaves Naruto speechless – there was no uncertainty laced in with the words, no unquestionable elements; the words were plain and simple. He said the words with sureness and love. However, Naruto didn't doubt Gaara believed in her. But she was unable to believe in herself.
It's funny, she thinks to herself dryly. 'that I can't believe it.' Surely if anyone should be able to believe, or even believe in her, it should be herself, yet those first-mother doubts were nearly consuming her. Despite the terror gripping her tightly, she couldn't deny she felt a whole lot better with Gaara brushing his thumb over the front of her chin and his calm eyes, so wise beyond his years staring assuredly at her. And she thought that maybe, just maybe, things will be all right.
Hey. Sorry. It's a really sucky one-shot thingy. And I haven't written anything in a long time but here's a sequel to "The Predicament" and I know I swore I wouldn't write one and I guess it doesn't really count because it's so small and…yeah. I'm working on some other projects but I doubt much will get done. Quicker updates appear on my personal tumblr, though.