Summary: He is a businessman; as ruthless as he is charming, he was a changed man until they went full circle. The nights no longer end in sweet kisses and promises of the future, now with acid tears and bitter hopelessness. Three years is such a long time, but how much of it did he really take to heart, and how much of it was all an act?


Chapter 1

by

Fairykitten56

Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Kishimoto and the original plot for this story is owned by Tullie (used in her SessRin Inuyasha fic, Forget Me Not)

IN THIS FIC :

-Tullie's fic is what I consider perfect. Thus, it must be read by all fandoms, starting with SasuSaku.

-Massive AU

-Sasuke is older than Itachi.

-Starting out, Sasuke has long hair like Itachi. Changes as the story progresses will be explained.

-Mikoto is not Sasuke's biological mother. She is, however, Itachi's.

-Shikamaru is about 5-7 years old. He is Itachi and Ino's adopted son, if I'm not mistaken. Don't worry, this will be explained. If you are still confused, please feel free to PM me of leave a review.

-Fuagku has on OC ex-wife. She is Sasuke's mother.

-Madara is Sasuke and Itachi's grandfather (Fugaku's father). This is being stated so when the matter is brought up in this fic, you will have an idea as to what he looked like, ect.

-Because Orochimaru has no official last name, I have used Uwabami as his last name because of something I saw on a Naruto discussion page. It means "bao constrictor" or "python" in Japanese.


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Sasuke smirked as his eyes met his father's, nodding in his direction with a triumphant smile. He felt the strain of the past few weeks leave his body as he leant forward in his seat to sign the contract that laid on the conference table. It had taken a month, he thought, languidly scrawling his signature on the dotted line. One long, grueling month of wining, dining, and wooing, but it had been worth it. Finally, he had convinced the board members of Uwabami & Co. and of course Mr. Uwabami himself, that YK Uchiha would be the firm to help them build the tallest and most luxurious set of apartment buildings to ever grace the skylines of Tokyo.

"It's a pleasure to do business with you Sasuke," Mr. Uwabami began, standing up from his chair as he move to shake Sasuke's hand. "I see that you take after your father in both his tenacity and charm."

Sasuke chuckled at the compliment, rising to his feet, "Thank you Uwabami-sama."

"You should know," the older man leaned in, a twinkle in his eye, his tone hushed as to not have the other men hear. "You only have your wife to thank for this partnership."

Sasuke raised his brow, "Oh?" He thumbed his wedding band thoughtfully, what have you done now Sakura?

"Indeed." Uwabami pulled back, resting his hand on the bamboo table, "Your wife is truly something else. A lovely young thing, isn't she? She came down to my office yesterday, demanding that I cancel all of my morning appointments so I could have a chat with her. Intrigued, I appeased her demands and we had a lovely meeting by ourselves. She said that since the proposal your company put forward weeks ago, she has not seen much of you. And, being pregnant, she needs you." He laughed as he remembered their conversation, "Your wife is utterly charming Sasuke, you should consider yourself luck to have someone like her in your life."

Sasuke felt the corners of his mouth lift, "Thank you." It seemed that somehow Sakura had managed to wrap one of Japan's most ruthless businessman around her little finger. He gave a look over his shoulder to his father, shaking his head in disbelief, only her. Only his Sakura could pull off a feat so unimaginable.

Mr. Uwabami smiled sagely, "Your Sakura is truly unlike anyone I have met before in my life. If she were not already so wholly enamored with you, I would court her myself and make her wife number six."

And not only did Sakura have him wrapped around her little finger, she managed to curve his womanizing habits. Amazing. Sasuke cleared his throat, "Do you really think Sakura would appreciate being wife number six?"

Mr. Uwabami laughed wholeheartedly, thinking back to the girl, "No, perhaps not. But for a woman like her, I would ensure that there would not be a wife number seven. Does she have any sisters?" He continued eagerly, "Perhaps a widowed mother? Divorced aunt?"

"Unfortunately no, but I'll be sure to pass along the compliment."

Uwabami nodded, "Be sure you do. Be sure you do. Take care of your wife Mr. Uchiha, she's someone you don't want to ever let go of." With a quick handshake he and the rest of his minions filed through the heavy oak doors, leaving Sasuke and his father in the boardroom.

Fugaku laid a hand on Sasuke's shoulder, no longer able to contain his laughter. "Well," he beamed with delight, "It seems that once again, we are indebted to your wife."

Sasuke nodded, chuckling, "So it would seem." He picked up his phone from the desk, looking through the thirty-nine e-mails he had amassed in the almost four hour meeting. He glanced at his watch, noting the time. 6:30. "Shall I be seeing you in two weeks?" he asked as he turned to his father, grabbing his leather briefcase.

Fugaku nodded, "Yes. Perhaps even longer." He gathered his topcoat from his chair, folding it over his forearm. "It's been a while since we've been on vacation. With you in charge and the deal with Uwabami closing, it seems that now would be a most opportune time to take one."

"Mikoto will be pleased." Sasuke noted, holding the door open for his father as they exited the conference room.

Fugake smiled, "I sure hope so." He took his car keys from his pocket, his obsidian eyes twinkling merrily, "Thank Sakura for me won't you?"

Sasuke smirked, tucking one hand into his pocket. He thought briefly of all the ways he intended on showing his gratitude, "Of course."


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Saukra stood in front of the full-length mirror, running her hands down the smooth silk. Her body was a jumble of nerves and anxiety. "What do you think?" she asked, her tone hushed as she turned to face Mikoto who sat on the edge ot the leather settee.

"My dear, you look stunning," Mikoto rose from the seat, inspecting the full-length gown from a different angle. The dress was perfect, a majestic dark purple silk, strapless, with a jewel-encrusted empire waist. "Absolutely stunning. You'll be the talk of the town."

Sakura blushed, her cheeks tinging with rose, "Oh, no," she shook her head, she didn't want that.

Mikoto laughed, her aged eyes crinkling, "Dear Sakura, you must get used to having all eyes on you. That is part of the job ne?" she winked, "Besides, dressing up is one of the perks of being the wife of an Uchiha."

Sakura laughed nervously, tugging on the dress, swallowing deeply. "Still, I really wish you two were coming tonight," she murmured, her voice muted by fear.

Mikoto's gaze softened, she knew how Sakura felt. Being a wife to an Uchiha was certainly no walk in the park. Being an Uchiha meant being a constant figure in the public, with an overwhelming amount of pressure to look perfect, act perfect, be perfect. It would drive anyone to the brink of insanity. "Sakura," she started, brushing a loose curl behind her ear, "There is no need to be nervous. You will charm the socks off of every one of those stuffy bastards in their thousand dollar suits and make your husband proud. And when you tell the world that you two are bringing a new life into the world, well," she wagged her finger, "Just get ready for the belly rub requests that you will be bombarded with for the remaining six months of your pregnancy."

Sakura giggled, giving the older woman a hug. "Thank you," she spoke sincerely, "For everything."

Mikoto smiled fondly, Sakura was like the daughter she never had. "Now," she clapped her hands together, "There is one more thing missing from your outfit." She moved towards the large vanity, opening the lid of an antique jewelry box she had brought to the hotel. She lifted a fine gold chain from within, a diamond encrusted locket hanging on the end.

"Oh, Mikoto," Sakura whispered as Mikoto lifted her hair and placed the locket around her neck, "It's so beautiful," she spoke softly, clutching the locket to her heart.

"Yes, it was my mother's," she stepped back from the younger woman and smiled. "She gave it to me when I was sixteen, three weeks before she passed away. She told me to give it to my daughter... a heirloom of sorts. And now, it's yours."

Sakura's eyes fluttered open, "No! I couldn't."

"Nonsense," Mikoto waved her hands, "I choose to give it to you Sakura. You should know by now that I consider you to be my daughter, a part of my family."

Sakura's eyes began to water at the thought, family, she finally had a family. "Thank you Mikoto-sama." She caressed the locket with her fingers, holding it delicately as if it were made of snow, "I'll treasure this forever."

"No more crying Sakura," Mikoto reminded her softly, tears welling up in her own eyes. "You'll only ruin your make-up." She laughed, gently dabbing the corners of her eyes with her fingertips, "Kami only knows how long it took to get your eyes perfect."

Sakura laughed, throwing her arms around Mikoto, "Thank you."

Mikoto hugged her back, "Of course."

"Oh boy, what have we got here?" Fugaku asked as he walked into the bedroom, tucking his hands into his pockets. "Now why are my two favorite women crying?"

Sakura sniffed and pulled away from the embrace first. "It's just the hormones," she explained with a giggle, wiping away the tears.

"Oh dear, I certainly remember this part from Mikoto's pregnancy," Fugaku replied, taking his handkerchief from his pocket to wipe Sakura's eyes. "And now comes the part that you request ramen, ice-cream, pickled orange juice, and toilet paper for snacks at three in the morning."

Mikoto laughed, swatting her husband lightly on his arm, "Don't listen to him love, he's exaggerating." She wrapped her arm around his waist, "Besides, it was pickled apple juice."

"Ah, yes, of course. I've a horrible memory." He joked, pressing a kiss into Mikoto's temple. "Also Sakura, speaking nothing of the sort, it would seem that I am once again indebted to you."

"Oh?" Mikoto's curosity piqued, "What did you do now Sakura?"

Sakura blushed, "Nothing really," she waved her hand, playing it off.

"Nothing?" Fuagku laughed, "She managed to wrap Uwabami-sama around her little finger! He's utterly in love with you, you know?"

Mikoto raised a brow. Mr. Uwabami was known among their social circle for his infamous ways with women, "That womanizing pig?"

"Indeed." He held Sakura's left hand, "He's even asked for her hand in marriage."

Sakura laughed, "Oh, I'm sure Sasuke was thrilled to hear that."

"He was actually quite delighted." Fugaku smirked, jesting, "I don't know how you did it my dear. You must teach me the way of the Sakura."

Sakura paused thoughtfully, "Well," she began playfully, "I think you must first become a woman and wear a very revealing dress. Perhaps red, it seemed to do the trick."

Fugaku raised a brow, "My dear, please tell me you're joking."

Sakura giggled, "Of course Fugaku-sama." She blushed, "I'm not exactly sure what I said to him actually. Something along the lines of missing Sasuke and impending motherhood."

"Well, whatever you said to him worked. For that, you can expect large bouquets of roses and other flowers of the like to be delivered to your home at various hours of the day for the next month."

"Sending flowers to my wife father?" Sasuke asked, leaning against the door frame. He had arrived at the hotel moments ago, going through the back doors to avoid the growing crowd lingering throughout the hotel lobby. When he had reached the suite he had only wanted to spend some alone time with his wife before the ball but nevertheless, fate had other plans.

"Well someone has to," retorted Fugaku, smiling as Sakura began to blush deeply at Sasuke's gaze. "We better get going, ne Mikoto? The plane won't wait for us forever."

"Yes, goodbye my dear," she brushed a kiss against Sakura's warmed cheek, "Have fun tonight."

"Thank you," Sakura murmured, "Have fun in paradise."

"Always," Fugaku nodded his head at Sasuke, wrapping his hand around Mikoto's. "What do you think the chances are of that dress staying on?" he asked, whispering into his wife's ear.

Mikoto laughed, swatting her husband's arm. "Fugaku," she chided, turning to the pair in front of her. "Goodbye you two. Have fun, and Sasuke darling," she patted his cheek affectionately, an action she wouldn't have dared years ago. "Don't allow your dear little wife to be mobbed by the hordes of greedy people waiting for their next big paycheck."

Sasuke chuckled, "Of course Mikoto, enjoy your vacation," he kissed her cheek before shaking his father's hand.

Once they left the grand room and headed into the elevator, Mikoto leaned against her husband, thinking back to the look Sasuke had given Sakura. "Two minutes," she told him, a sparkle in her eye, "Tops."

Inside the room Sasuke stood, gazing at his small wife. "You look beautiful," he told her as he walked closer, cupping her chin with his fingers, tilting her head upwards. Her cheeks were flame-red, her eyes refusing to meet his gaze.

"Sakura," he murmured, his tone strict yet soft, "Look at me when I talk to you."

"Sorry," she briefly peeked up her emerald orbs to catch his obsidian ones, only to settle her gaze on his tie.

Sasuke laughed, slowly, fondly. They had been married for nearly ten months, together for more than a year before then and yet, she blushed as deeply and as easily as the day they had first met. Adorable, he thought, catching her soft lips with his.

Sakura was hesitant at first, worries of wrinkling his suit fluttering through her mind. Yet, those lips were so strong, so hungry, so sinfully delicious. They were impossible to resist. Sakura whimpered, her knees buckling as his lips remained against hers, plying her to submit to her desire. In a matter of seconds she moaned into the embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck. Sasuke smirked as he lifted her small body off the floor, her lithe legs, impossibly long for someone so small, wrapping around his waist. "Sasuke," she whispered, Eskimo kissing his nose with hers, "I've missed you."

Sasuke smiled, "And I've missed you." He laid her onto the bed, looking at her hungrily, running his hands down her soft curves. I want her, he thought, his hand already finding the zipper of her dress. He cursed as he briefly caught sight of his watch, seven o'clock. Damn it to hell. The event was set for 7:30. It was at times like this that he cursed his self-control. He fisted the silk sheets beneath them, "As much as it pains me to say," he whispered hoarsely, "We have a ball to attend in half-an-hour."

Sakura pouted, her lips swollen, her cheeks flush with desire. "It would only take ten minutes," she suggested, moving onto her elbows to nuzzle his cheek. Her small, delicate hands played with his jaw, "Please?"

Sasuke laughed, running his fingers through her bright pink tresses, "Sakura, it, would take longer than ten minutes with what I had in mind."

"Oh," she blushed deeply, her intrest piqued. She looked up at him beneath long lashes, "Really?"

"Really," Sasuke brushed his lips against her once more, "You see, my wife has once again charmed my clients into signing their contracts."

Sakura giggled, lying on her back, enjoying his ministrations. She played along, feigning innocence, "Oh really?"

"Really." Sasuke moved down to kiss her collarbone, "For that, I am indebted to please her like a queen."

She blinked, thinking to the last time when she had inadvertedly helped to convince the president of Shoji Enterprises to sign a two-year contract. "Ah," she blushed, "That would definitely take more than ten minutes."

Sasuke smirked, kissing her on the forehead before he rose from the bed. "I'm going to take a shower," he told her, unknotting his tie and removing his suit jacket, setting it next to her on the bed. He glanced back at Sakura, her long bubble gum pink hair creating a halo as she laid against the white silk. He groaned internally, a very cold shower.

"Okay," Sakura smiled as she sat up and grabbed his suit jacket, his scent almost overwhelming. An intoxicating, masculine mixture of bergamot, cedar, white ginger, and laundary detergent. That was Sasuke's scent. Sakura grinned, pulling the jacket over herself. She would have to remember to buy him another bottle of his cologne, the smell alone was intoxicating.

In the shower Sasuke cursed himself once more. Why had he turned her down? He sighed, frustrated with the lack of alone time he had had with Sakura. Nine days, he thought bitterly, cranking the dial to cold, it had been nine days since he had her. The water felt like ice, the numbness almost unbearable. He growled, agitated as he grabbed the shampoo bottle from the side.

How he missed her.

When he finished showering he looked out the bathroom door to the bedroom. Sakura had curled up on the center of the large bed, using his jacket as a blanket. Beautiful, he thought, resisting the urge to gather her in his arms and ravish her. He curled his hands up into fists in an attempt to prevent himself from touching her. She looked so small, so delicate. He gave a resounding sigh, admiring her form. His navy suit jacket covered most of her body, only her head peeked out as she lay against her cheek. She was daydreaming, her eyes glazed, her painted lips parted as she traced figures onto the bed sheets.

So goddamn beautiful.

He had waited long enough. It was decided then, his self-control damned, he missed his wife.

"Cold?" Sasuke asked, his baritone voice low and seductive. He strode back into the room, wearing nothing but a towel that hung dangerously low on his hips.

Sakura sat up in surprise, blushing, again. "Um," her voice broke, "Yes," she averted her gaze from his half naked form, her cheeks flaming red. He's so handsome.

"Sakura." His silky voice came from behind her, "Look at me."

Sakura turned to face him hesitantly, swallowing at the delectable sight in front of her. A god, she thought, his beauty was otherworldly. Sasuke smirked when he caught her gaze, letting the towel drop to the pashmina floor. Sakura's eyes widened as he did, looking down immediately to her hands.

"You're so red," Sasuke remarked teasingly, walking over to cup her face, "Perhaps you're sick?" he mused, pressing soft kisses onto her flushed visage. So soft, he thought, running his hands over her frame, so perfect.

Sakura whined in restrained pleasure, "Maybe," she replied, arching her back in delight.

Sasuke smirked, maneuvering her to lie down onto the king-sized bed, him on top of her, resting on his forearm to leave a small amount of space between them.

"You smell nice," she told him, cuddling in the crook of his neck, "New soap?"

Sasuke chuckled, kissing her collarbone, "Hell if I know."

"That's a shame," Sakura reached up and caught his face in her two dainty hands, brushing his bangs to the side. "Hello," she greeted gently, running her fingers across his lips.

Sasuke raised an elegantly arched brow, "Hey," he replied, moving down her petite frame, until his cheek lay against the growing bump. "Hey," he repeated, whispering to their child in a hushed tone, kissing her belly. Sakura giggled, leaning onto her elbows. Her eyes began to mist as she watched the tender moment between Sasuke and their future child, her breath taken away when he smiled up at her. He rubbed her belly affectionately, making his way back up to kiss her lips.

She tilted her head to the side, "Sasuke," she requested, all but in a breathy whisper, "Make love to me," she pleaded, her eyes catching his. She ached for his touch, his kisses. Sasuke groaned, ball be damned, leaning his head down to take her lips, hungrily, his long midnight hair forming a curtain around them. Almost viciously Sakura gripped his toned arms, running her hands all over the length of his form. Sasuke grunted in response, caressing her soft skin, placing sweet kisses along her body.

"Sakura," he whispered harshly, gripping her soft waist. She was intoxicating; his weakness, his drug.

"Sasuke-sama!" The urgent voice came muffled behind the doors to the master ensuite, irking him to no end.

Sasuke cursed as he tore his lips from Sakura, "Kabuto," he hissed. He cursed his assistant and his horrible timing.

"Sasuke-sama! Sir! The ball has already begun! Everyone is asking for you two!"

"We're coming," he growled out, furious for the ruined moment, but laughed quietly in the end at the irony of his unintended pun.

Sakura giggled and shook her head, what a child.

"But sir - the guests!"

"Leave now Kabuto." He made a fist in Sakura's hair, resisting all urges to murder his assistant.

"Uh, yes sir! So sorry sir." Kabuto quaked with fear, bowing furiously to the doors, "I'll be down with the guests sir."

Sasuke closed his eyes tight, taking a moment to calm himself. I should have fired him years ago, he thought bitterly, relishing in the soft, soothing touches of Sakura's hands. Finally collecting himself he sighed, kissing her forehead before getting up from the bed. He walked towards the closet, taking the tuxedo off its hanger.

Sakura giggled, oh how the thought of getting caught in the act by Kabuto amused her. She shook her head, bouncing up from the bed to comb her hair in front of the vanity. Tonight then, she thought, watching Sasuke dress through the corner of her eye.

Sasuke kissed her neck when he had finished, "Tonight," he whispered, admiring her beauty through the reflection, "We will finish what you started."

Sakura bit her lip, nodding her head in agreement. She turned in her seat to face him, smiling as she noted his complete outfit. He wore a black Armani suit, which had been tailored to perfection. Always so handsome, she mused, wondering if he knew how much it affected her when he wore his suits.

Sasuke leant down, fingering the locket resting at her breasts, "Is this new?"

She nodded, grinning as she told him, "Hai, Mikoto gave it to me. It was her mother's."

"Hn," he set the locket down, kissing Sakura's lips briefly before he grabbed a tie. He handed it to her as she leapt up from her seat, leaning up onto her tiptoes to tie it for him.

"There," she told him, knotting it perfectly; a task she had honed during their relationship. "Dashing as always," she smiled, pulling him down by his tie just far enough to kiss his chin.

"As you are always beautiful," Sasuke stepped back and offered his arm, "Shall we, milady?" He asked, kissing her hand.

She laughed, "Well of course, kind sir," she replied playfully in a Southern drawl, linking her arm through his. She laid her head to rest against his arm, "I love you, you know," she told him as they walked out of the bedroom and into the luxurious sitting room.

Sasuke raised a brow, "No," he feigned surprise, "I didn't know."

Sakura giggled, how she loved the playful, sarcastic side of him; a side that only those close enough to him knew of. She elbowed him lightly with their linked arms, "Well now you do," she retorted.

"Violence my dear," he replied smoothly, sending shivers down her spine as he looked over at her, "Is never the answer."

Sakura stuck out her tongue in reply, jutting her chin. She squealed as she took a step forward, tripping over what seemed to be a very expensive leather, Italian loafer. "Sasuke!"

He smirked as he caught her, his arm wrapped around her waist as he brought her closer, "Do you think I would have let you fall?" he asked, his face a mere centimeters away from hers.

She shook her head, "No," her breath hitched as she stared back into his obsidian orbs. She moaned when he took her lips, fisting his lapels in her hands. "Sasu," she wimpered when he pulled away, settling her back onto her own two feet. With a delighted smile she leaned forward, nuzzling into his chest. She relished being in his arms, "I trust you."

Sasuke was silent for a moment, before placing a kiss on the crown of her head, "Good." He released his hold on her, taking her hand as they walked to the double doors of their master ensuite. He held open the door to the hotel room, letting her pass through before closing it with the back of his foot. Together, they waited for the elevator, where he pressed the down button to the first floor; the ball.

"I'm kind of nervous," Sakura murmured, trembling with nerves, gripping his hand tightly in her tiny grasp. She was finding it harder to breathe, thousands of scenarios running through her mind, all ending horribly, horribly wrong.

"No need to be," he reminded her, comforting her with his kind, reassuring words. He turned to face her, brushing his lips against her forehead, "The whole room is already enamored with you Sakura."

She blushed, letting out a deep breath, "Okay."

The elevator dinged, announcing their arrival to the first floor, "Ready?" Sasuke asked, his hand holding the elevator doors open.

"As I'll ever be I suppose," Sakura murmured in reply. Sasuke looked down at her; she was more than a foot shorter than he. Adorably his. He took her left hand in his, lifting it to his lips, pressing a kiss to her ring ringer. It was adorned with a platinum wedding band and a canary yellow diamond engagement ring. The stone was rare, with an almost impossible beauty, like his Sakura.

Sakura smiled at his gesture, her heart fluttering with delight, "Aishiteru."


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Sasuke stood up at the head of the table, clapping his fork against the champagne glass. Immediately a hush fell upon the crowd, all eyes on Sasuke for his speech.

"Thank you all for coming today. Some of you may be curious as to what this ball is for, others are simply here for the free champagne and caviar." Sasuke paused as the crowd laughed at that part, "But tonight, is a momentous night," he held his hand out to Sakura who took it and stood up with him, "Tonight, is the night that my wife Sakura and I, share with you, our friends and colleagues, esteemed guests and family, that we are pregnant."

Instantly the crowd erupted in cheers, standing up from their seats to congratulate the couple. Sakura beamed at her husband as the DA, a cankerous old man who seemed to take a liking to the bubbly, optimistic woman, pulled her to the dance floor.

Truly remarkable, Sasuke thought, taking another sip of his champagne. He smirked as he saw her being dipped back and then twirled around the room. It seemed that he was being showed up. He excused himself from his colleagues to steal her away, handing his empty glass to Kabuto. The DA smiled when he caught sight of Sasuke's approach, stepping back from Sakura.

"Sasuke-sama," he began, patting his back, "Don't let this one go."

Sasuke looked into Sakura's eyes, "I don't intend to. Have a good night Tienshin." The talking, the laughter, the music, the lights seemed to fade into the background the moment he held her in his arms. He leaned onto her touch, her floral scent wafting through his senses. He tightened his hold on her, refusing to let her go. Mine.


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Hours later Sakura nearly ran to the car-lot, high-heeled shoes in her hand. She was glad to have finally escaped the almost endless stream of congratulatory messages and as Mikoto predicted, belly rubs. Sakura giggled at the thought, though the night had been lovely, it had been long. She was certain her feet had blisters now, courtesy of the four-inch stilettos, the sides of her mouth sore from the constant smiling.

Sasuke easily caught up with his wife, his stride matching two of hers. He was always the gentleman, opening the passenger side door for her. "Thank you love-bug," she teased, kissing him lightly on the lips before hopping into the black SUV.

"My pleasure," he replied, shrugging off his jacket to place on top of Sakura's almost elfin form. He kissed her once more, slowly, savoring the taste; nectarines, and honeysuckle. Reluctantly he pulled away, moving to shut the door. He climbed into the driver's side of the SUV, adjusting the rear view mirror.

Sakura smiled, snuggling into the leather seat, "We did it!" She exclaimed, pumping her fist high in the air. The night had been a success, with media coverage from only one the most prominent of newspapers, and magazines, as well as a guest list of 300, all of whom attended.

"So we did." He started up the vehicle, the Mercedes purring with delight as the engine revved. "And no casualties."

Sakura laughed, "No casualties. Though, I think my belly's going to be sore tomorrow morning from all the rubbing."

Sasuke chuckled, placing his hand on top of her stomach, on top of their child. "A boy or girl?"

Sakura pondered, "Oh, a girl!" She looked over at him, placing her tiny hands over the one on her growing belly, "What do you think?"

"A boy," Sasuke replied confidently as he pulled out of the hotel and onto the freeway, "Perhaps even twins."

Sakura peeled out in laughter, "Twins?" The sound was magic to his senses. "No way!"

"Hn," He gave her a pointed look, "You should have more faith in your husband's predictions."

Sakura sobered up, "Alright mister," she wagged a finger in front of him, "When we get those test results back tomorrow and they're twins, I'll..."

Sasuke nodded along to Sakura's ramble, keeping his eyes trained on the road. He frowned as he noted a green car speeding down the opposite lane, with several transport trucks that had become a blockade in front of it. The driver of the car was intentionally going over the speed limit; he suspected at least 50 over. He cursed as the idiotic driver tried to pass all three trucks at once, leaving the green car in Sasuke's lane. If the green car didn't change back soon, they would surly crash.

"Fuck!" Sasuke slammed the breaks; the other driver however did not and stayed in the lane. The last thing Sakura remembered as they were thrown backwards was Sasuke's hand gripping hers tightly and then, everything went black.


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SasuSaku version of Tullie's Forget Me Not

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Untill next time