Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any of the related characters. They belong to the creative genius of Masashi Kishimoto

Author Note: This story has YAOI. Don't like please, don't read. This chapter will have some angst but I promise that it will get better. This is a ShikamaruXNaruto story. And yes there is MPREG in it also. There will be lemons in later chapters. Now on with the story:

MY DANGEROUS DUMB LUCK OR IS IT LOVE?

Chapter One:

Love remains when you're not here

"Boys pick up the toys in the living room or you will not get to play video games after supper" I yelled at my two for what seemed like the 50 millionth time.

The boys looked at me like I had just asked them to perform brain surgery. I mean really picking up toy is not that hard.

"Fine, I didn't want to use this threat but if you don't pick up the toys…I will call your father!" I growled at my two sons' in the best mean mom voice possible.

Oh, I guess I had better introduce myself…My name is Naruto Uchiha and my husband's name is Sasuke Uchiha. We have been married for five years. I am twenty-five years old and my husband is twenty-six. We had been dating for six years before we got married.

We had what some call a shot gun wedding. I was four months pregnant when we got married. My dad and my father made us get married saying that it was our responsibility to be responsible. Just for a note of reference, my dad's name is Iruka and my father name is Kakashi. I was adopted and I have no idea who my real parents were.

The only thing I would have liked to know about my real parents would be about my medical history; I apparently have a genetic defect which allows me to have babies. Strange huh, try living it from this end.

Any way we live in a nice old Victorian house in Savannah Georgia. My husband is a pretty successful business man. Have I told you how much I love him? Any way back to my story…

My husband is Japanese and apparently he had a fall out with his family and left to live with some relatives here in Georgia. And I am American and have lived in Georgia all my life. We meet in high school.

Oh, wait! I am supposed to watching my little heathens clean up their toys. By the way, our son's names are Japanese. Probably, a good thing because the only thing that they inherited from me was my blue eyes; sometimes I think that I really didn't need to be there at the delivery because they are almost carbon copies of my husband. They have black hair with pale skin and of course my blue eyes. Whereas, I have blond hair, blue eyes and blond hair; my husband has such dark eyes they look almost black. Oh, and on a personal note, he is really tall in comparison to me at least. He is 6'1" and I am 5'5", sad huh.

Back to our son's names: alright the oldest is Hideaki, which means wisdom and cleverness, he is five and the youngest is Yasahiro, which means peaceful and calm, he is three. And on another personal note, Yasahiro is not peaceful and calm, in fact, he is far from it. But I love the little bugger.

Any way my husband should be home soon and I should see if the little devils, I mean angels, have picked up the toys yet.

Hold on don't leave yet, I hear someone at the door. Let me get it and we can resume the lovely conversation about how bad…oops I mean good my boys are…

Why don't you come with me to the door; maybe it's a neighbor and we can all visit with each other.

I wonder why two officers are at the door?

"May I help you, sir?"

"Yes, are you Naruto Uchiha?" asked the officer.

"Yes"

"We regret to inform you that your husband was in an accident and that he was killed" said the officer.

"What…is this some joke…no, it can't be"

"Sorry, sir, this isn't some joke" said the officer with a sad look in his eyes.

"NNNNNNNOOOOOOO, I…don't believe…you!" I screamed as tears started falling down my eyes.

I felt my body, fall to the floor.

I hit the floor and I just start crying. The pain is unreal; it burns in its intensity. God, make this a dream, please let me wake up.

Why?

I can't handle this…

Wait is one of the police officers saying something to me? God, I think he is…

"Sir is there someone we can call for you?" asked the officer who bent down on one knee so that he was eye level with me.

I stared at him; I am trying to figure out what he is saying it sounds like gibberish. Wait! I think I understand what he is saying. Someone they could call…

Yes.

Someone they could call…they could call my husband and tell him that this is a sick joke and I want him to come home. Wait this isn't a joke…

"Y-e-e-e-s-s-s, call my dad, I want…no, I need him and father, please officer" I whispered to the officer.

"Okay, not a problem, can I have the phone number?" asked the officer.

I nodded to him, why am I going numb? I know that there is pain but why…it's like my body is shutting down. Am I still breathing? I guess I am, I mean I have to be right?

Wait! A phone number…

"The number is 546-5464…thank you" can't help but be polite; I am from Georgia for, God's sake.

"Not a problem, sir" said the kneeling officer.

The officer stood up and made the call. While he was doing that, I heard the thunder of footsteps. Realizing that the boys were coming; I gathered my strength and got off the floor. I turned from the officers and toward the sound.

"Mom, what's going on…why are… there police officers here?" asked Hideaki as he came to a screeching halt in front of me.

Yasahiro came running with his brother but unfortunately, he didn't have the screeching to a halt thing down pat as his brother; he just ran smack dap into his brother now he was currently getting up from the floor.

"Yeah, mom, why poleece offisphers here?" chimed in Yasahiro after he got up.

I looked at my boys and then it hit me, they wouldn't know their father. They wouldn't know that he cried like a baby when each of them was born. That he used to go into their rooms when they were little just to check if they were still breathing. And…that they wouldn't hear 'I love you' from his lips anymore and that they won't feel his hugs.

God, I just can't do this…

Yes, I can! I have too. I…

Kneeling down to look them both in the eye; I feel like I am suffocating, drowning, and yet somehow I capture my breath and the ability to speak.

"Hideaki…Yasahiro…I…have…something…to tell…you…" I lost it, I can't breathe. How do I do this? Finally, that numbness is coming back…maybe I can function…later I will breakdown.

"Boys, your daddy was in an accident and he is now in heaven" I said it, I can't believe it.

The boys look at me and then they look at the police officers. Then again at me…this is so surreal…are they going to speak…are they going to cry…do something…anything.

My babies…please.

"Mom, so daddy is not coming home…ever?" whispered Hideaki.

Those blue eyes…so like mine, they are searching mine…with hope. Hope? I felt that just a little while ago. I felt hope that this was just a nightmare and I would wake up safe in Sasuke's arms.

"Not ever again, baby, Daddy…died" I felt tears run down my face and my boys ran forward to cling to me. And then we cried.

How long I don't know, but I guess that doesn't matter.

The police officer who called dad came up behind me and touched my shoulder. I looked up at him.

"Mr. Uchiha, I believe your dad had just pulled up and we need you come down to the station and identify the body" said the officer.

I stared at him. What? Identify? Sasuke's body? No! No!

"I-i-i-i-i-i-i…" I stuttered, unable to finish.

Right then my dad and father came in; dad took one look at me and clutched me to him. I couldn't do anything but stand there. My father took the boys into his arms and it was like a dam broke. My babies cried and cried. No loud screams but soft whimpers. They are so much like their father.

"Naruto, explain to us what happened?" asked my dad as he wiped my tears.

I started feeling numb again. Realizing that I had to go and see my husband's body; is like throwing cold water into my face.

"Dad, I need you to stay here with the boys…I have to go and identify my husband's body" I said without emotion.

"Excuse me sir but are you his father?" asked the officer who called dad in the first place.

"Yes, my name is Iruka Hatake and the man with the boys is Kakashi Hatake" dad said while getting another tissue out of his pocket.

"Good to me you sir…I am sorry for your loss…but I am afraid Naruto Uchiha has to come with us to identify the body" said the officer.

"I would like to go with my father Kakashi…and dad is going to stay here with the boys" I interrupted them.

"Of course, Naruto…I will stay with the boys" said Iruka.

"Can we drive ourselves or do we have to go with you?" Kakashi asked as he came down the stairs from the boy's room.

"You can drive sir, but I really don't think that Mr. Uchiha should drive" the officer said while putting on his hat.

"He won't be…Naruto I put the boys to bed and when I left they were sleeping…Iruka we will be back as soon as possible" Kakashi said as he pecked Iruka on the cheek.

Dad nodded and I went to get my coat. When I got back, the officers and Kakashi were talking about where we had to go. Iruka came up and gave me a hug. Whispering words of encouragement; I let dad just hug me, while the words seemed to just a garble in my mind.

The officers left and dad let me go.

I went to the door and Kakashi followed me out. Going to the passenger side, I got in and buckled my seat belt. Kakashi looked at me for a moment and then he went to get in the driver's side.

The ride was quiet, as traffic seemed to just flow by.

I sat there wondering how I was going to do this. Who wants to do this? All I want to do is scream, cry, and sleep; hope that this is just a nightmare that I will wake up from.

Kakashi looked at me and I saw him take a deep breath.

"Naruto, God little one, I am so sorry" said Kakashi.

I looked at my silver haired father and I really didn't know what to say.

"Thank you, father" I whispered.

I could feel the tears wanting to come out again. Maybe taking a deep breath would help…so I tried. And you know what, it didn't work.

We sat in silence once again as Kakashi pulled into the parking lot of the medical examiners building. I looked at the building and sighed.

Kakashi and I got out of the car. Then we made our way into the building. The officers were there waiting for us. They escorted us done to the room where Sasuke's body was.

Going in we were met with the medical examiner and he lead us to the part of the room where unidentified bodies were laid.

Stepping up to one sheet covered body, the medical examiner uncovered the body and there he was…my Sasuke.

"Is this your husband, Mr. Uchiha?" asked the medical examiner.

There was now no denying it. I couldn't lie to myself…God how I wished I could!

I stood there looking at my husband and my body went toward him unbidden. Standing beside the part of his body that was uncovered by the sheet (which was only uncovered to his shoulders). I put my hand to his lifeless cheek and caressed it as tears ran down my eyes. Taking my hand from his cheek to his beautiful black hair, I leaned over to his ear.

"I love you, Sasu" I whispered to his ear.

One of my tears fell on his lifeless body as I back away from him. I nodded to the medical examiner and he covered my husband up again. The medical examiner then leads us to another room where we got his personal belongings. After that we signed papers to have Sasuke's body released a funeral home.

All this hell took about an hour, then the medical examiner bid us goodbye. Kakashi and I went back to the car and made the long drive home.

When we got home Iruka was waiting for us in the living room. I ran to him and just broke down. Screaming and crying as tears ran unabated; I let all of the pain flow like a river which had broken a large dam.

"Why?!" I cried.

"Why? Did he have to leave me and the boys? Why?" I cried to Iruka.

"Naruto, he didn't want to leave…he loved you guys too much" Iruka said as he held me and petted my hair.

It took me about an hour to calm down and slowly I fell into a dreamless exhausted sleep. For it seemed my body knew that the next couple days would be hell and it was trying to give me a reprieve.

TBC

A/N: I hope that you enjoyed the first chapter. The next will have a bit of angst in it also. Thank you for taking the time to read my story.