Author's Notes:

Originally this was just a self-challenge of 10 KakaSaku drabbles and or one-shots. But I decided that since I love AUs, particularly for this pairing, I'm not going to fight it anymore. Instead of trying to limit myself, I'm using this as a dump for all the AUs I write.

Constructive criticisms welcomed. As are prompts as I'm sure I'll get stuck at some point by running out of ideas.

This first drabble is a KakaSaku Generation-swap AU.

Title: Precious Gift
Summary: Sakura gives Kakashi a precious gift, with a little heckling from Tsunade on the side.
Rating: T
This is unbeta'd, so apologies for any grammar/spelling mistakes or speedbumps.

"It's a girl!" congratulated Tsunade with a brilliant smile.

Sakura stared at the thing placed in her arms, swathed in warm cotton blankets and remarkably heavy for something so small. Her tired limbs wrapped around the bundle cautiously at first.

A head of pale pink-orange hair peaked from beneath the cloth. The fist that rose up and bobbed Sakura on her nose seemed to break the trace she had fallen into.

She was a mother, an honest to kami parent. And somehow, the squirmy little thing she cradled to her breasts belonged to her.

"I don't," she started but stopped when she didn't know how to continue.

Tsunade placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "It's all right Sakura. Everyone reacts differently to childbirth."

Sakura nodded, greedily drinking in the sight of her baby as it suckled at her nipple contentedly. She was awed back into silence.

A pair of lean muscled arms wrapped around her waist from behind, a chin resting on her shoulder.

Turning, Sakura's eyes met Kakashi's liquid charcoal gaze in the dim light of their hospital room. A rakish lopsided grin couldn't seem to leave his face.

"Better now, ne Sakura-chan?" He asked teasingly, deep voice rumbling in his chest. She could feel the vibrations where her back lazed against his front.

"Yes. But this is still your fault," accused Sakura with playfully narrowed eyes.

Tsunade crossed her arms as she leaned against the wall across from the bed they both laid on. "I couldn't agree more Sakura. My apprentice was impregnated by a punkass jonin who couldn't keep his grubby paws to himself."

Her shishou had looked like the wrath of death incarnate when she had found out Sakura had fallen pregnant. And that was before she was told who the father was. After that revelation a few chairs and a desk had been thrown, and a mantra of "who gave you permission to spawn!?" had been shouted along with several explicit curses. Kakashi, to his credit, had taken the abuse remarkably well. Better than Sakura, who had eventually worked up the anger to break out of her shock and defend them both.

Now, Tsunade seemed calm and for the most part accepting. Well she had had seven months to come to terms with the situation and their relationship, and not without Sakura's relentless petitioning.

Tsunade buried her face in her hands, as if suddenly offended by the sight of everything. "I still can't believe my apprentice—" she said mournfully "—my beautiful and talented apprentice was tied down so early on—"

"Uh, Shishou I'm thirty-four," Sakura interjected.

"—out of wedlock—"

"Actually, we had a handfasting ceremony several months before . . ." Kakashi's voice died in his throat when Tsunade leveled a threatening look his way.

"—like that counts when you both were under duress —"

"We weren't really," they muttered together. So they had been stranded in some remote jungle for five months, the natives had been kind though far more traditional and pagan than Konoha.

"—her career will suffer—"

"I created and am the director of the Emergency Department for the hospital—" Sakura pointed out with a hint of exasperation.

She was too tired to rehash this argument for the umpteenth time, even if it grew more comical with each conversation. She had just given birth.

"—trapped in a loveless union to an old perverted org!"

I thought she just said we weren't married, Sakura thought to herself as she adjusted her daughter to rest more comfortably in the crook of her arm.

"I'm not an org, you don't even know what my face looks like," Kakashi defended his self with a mild voice. He had heard it all before too, and if anything found the whole thing amusing. "Beside, I'm not old! I'm younger than Sakura!"

That was true. Kakashi was thirteen years younger than her. In fact, he had been Naruto's genin student back when they both had been newly minted jonin and graduated from the old team seven.

No one need dispute the perverted comment, as there was no denying that the ninja read Icha Icha religiously.

As for loveless . . . .

Later, Kakashi gently pried his daughter out of his sleeping wife's arms.

Tsunade and the crowd of friends that had come to see them had left a while ago; leaving baby gifts and warm wishes in their wake. Thankfully, this gave the new family some peace and quiet. That is, until the bundle of joy decided that those were unnecessary.

Sakura was clearly at her limit. She didn't even wake when their daughter had started kicking and cooing, loudly, up at her.

Kakashi brought the baby up to rest in his arms, cradling her neck and head in the crook of his elbow. Longer than anyone knew, he glided around the private room, rocking his daughter to sleep with a small smile beneath his mask.

Adoringly he stared down at his little Ayaka.

She gurgled happily up at him.

Not even a full day had passed, and Kakashi knew the baby had him wrapped around her little fingers. But he didn't mind. After all, she certainly took after her mother.

Kakashi silently sidled up to Sakura. Careful not to wake mother or their now sleeping daughter, he leaned down to breath a light kiss against Sakura's temple.

"Thank you for the gift, love."