Whimsical

Is what this story is. Naruto and Temari have some big-kid decisions to make.

Notes: There needs to be more of these two am I right?

Re-written: 12/01/2016


"I'm pregnant." That was all it took to shatter both their worlds. Naruto was stunned. Temari, the woman he'd made love with for the first time only a few months ago, was pregnant. He hadn't even been imagining their future yet. Temari just wasn't the kind of woman; she approached him slowly, fell for him slowly, kissed slowly. She savoured the moment. She'd taught him to.

She looked frightened; just as frightened as Naruto was sure he himself looked. Two people so affected by the bijuu beasts shouldn't even be thinking of a family. He got up from behind his desk and went to her. He stopped a few inches away.

"… Are you sure? It was… it was our f-first time," His voice cracked a little on the last two words, and then he winced, remembering the sexual education lesson he and Sasuke had been forced to endure through pain of death a little while back. They'd been careful; gotten themselves tested and she was on the pill, too. Suna didn't believe in sexual intercourse with anything in between; whether it be clothes or a condom. Naruto had been happy to oblige by her wishes, ecstatic just to hold her. "I… have– have you told anyone yet?" She shook her head. Her eyes were slightly glassy, and she wasn't looking at him as she tried to refrain from blinking, desperately holding back tears. The atmosphere around them was thick and serious, despite the cheery sunshine that bathed his office in a midday glow. Responsibility for a village was one thing, but a baby? He knew it took more than being a Kage to be a father.

"No… I think Kankuro knows, but I doubt he'll say anything." Naruto nodded, reaching out to take her hand as his mind raced. She held it, stroking the back of his palm with her thumb. He wanted to hug her so badly, pull her into his arms and whisper into her hair that everything would be alright, but Temari hated those kinds of things, despised promises that couldn't be kept. "… What are you thinking about?" She asked quietly.

"What to do," He said back. He tugged her towards him. "Here. I have to write a letter; want to watch?" For some reason she liked watching him write letters. She often sat in his lap and just watched him write. It made him write a lot more letters than he had to.

He walked behind his desk and sat back in his chair, silently pulling her down into his lap. "I love you," He whispered, kissing her shoulder. She leant against his shoulder limply, her face against his neck but he knew she was watching. He grabbed a scrap piece of paper he had lying around, and started to draw on it. Temari liked his funny little stick figures. He wasn't sure why, because it wasn't like they were any good, but still… He drew two familiar ones; Temari and himself. Her breath rushed against his neck as she laughed softly. All these months, and the feel of her breath against his skin still made him shiver He drew them holding hands, and decided to give them a little dialogue.

'I love you' they said to each other. He drew little smiley faces on them. He went on like that, doodling the two of them together. He paused for a moment, running out of ideas (his favourite one out of this lot was the one where they were scaling a cliff on the side of the paper) and Temari slowly tugged the pen from his grip and into her own hands. She drew two stick figures, and he recognised the biggest of the two as her. Temari-stick figure was holding the little stick figure, and it wasn't until she'd given it little dot eyes and a circle mouth he realised it was a baby. Their baby, no doubt. He gently took the pen back and drew another stick figure. It was him, hugging her and with a spindly hand on the baby-stick figure's head. Temari sniffed, taking the pen from him and putting it down, holding his hand instead.

"I'm scared, Naruto," She whispered. He brushed under her eyes, catching tear drops on his fingertips. "I don't know what to do…" He reached around her and picked up the pen again. He started to write.

For the eyes of the Godaime Kazekage alone,

Your sister is pregnant with my child. It makes me happy. I love her. I want to marry her and we want to keep it.

Temari picked up another pen on his desk and grabbed a spare bit of paper. She drew a house and the two of them in front of it, standing side by side with a little child in front of them. Naruto smiled, kissed her temple, and continued to write.

I'd like her here, with me. And she would, too.

Temari nudged him and he stopped writing, looking at the back of her head. She tapped the end of her pen against the paper she was drawing on. It was the two of them in strange clothing, but above their heads were two wedding bells.

Of course, for that we'll need your blessing. And Kankuro's too.

Now, Naruto would like you to know that Temari's drawing skills are a fair slight better than his own, so when she drew a person, clearly smiling, and holding a smaller person. His breath caught in his throat and his heart swelled. It was him. Holding their child. Being a part of their life. He kissed her temple again, moving his lips down her jawline and back up, trying to express to her how giddy, how gloriously fulfilled that would make him.

"I love you," He whispered breathlessly. His hands clenched, and he lifted her up slightly only to put her back down in his chair. He crouched on the floor, fumbling around in his pocket. Temari put her foot on his thigh, prompting Naruto to lean his head against her knee, sighing. She calmed his frantically beating heart. He finally pulled out a small box and straightened himself. He risked a glance up at her, and relaxed. She had a smile playing on her lips; she knew what he was going to do, and she was looking forward to it. Naruto rested his hands on top of her thigh and opened the lid.

"Naruto…" Ahh. She mustn't have been expecting this.

"It was my Mum's," He mumbled as explanation. "I know you prefer things plain and simple, but… guess my Father wanted to do this for her." It was made of yellow gold and inlaid with a row of sparkling, green emeralds, three on each side and the largest one in the middle, getting progressively smaller as they went along.

"It's beautiful, Naruto," Temari breathed out. "Aww, jeez…" She sniffed, and he glanced up at her meekly. He didn't mean to make her cry; she hated crying. "… I'm okay," She whispered, sniffing again. "F-finish your letter." He nodded and got up, picking her up again and seating her in his lap when he'd reclaimed his spot.

I know she means a lot to you, but you know I'll love her with my life, my friend. It'll take some time to get the paperwork through, so I guess you can have her back to say goodbye. I'll send over the transfer papers, fully signed, with this.

Your friend,

The Rokudaime Hokage

Temari laughed as he set the pen down with a long sigh. He had no doubts that her brothers trusted him with their older sister, and would trust him again, even if she was a vital part of their household. They'd made it clear he was a vital part of their household, too. Temari picked it up and pulled his letter towards her, writing as a postscript;

YOU'RE GONNA BE AN UNCLE GAARA!

Temari looked over her shoulder at him and winked, grinning. She didn't look afraid any more. Naruto felt his chest expand with warmth at her happiness, and they both laughed.

They could do this.

Together.