A/N: Whoop Chapter Two! I really like how this came out even if its short and what not ,meh, But if it does become a issue for you readers I will write more, BELIEVE IT dattebayo!(always wanted to say that)
anyways I just want to say *takes a deep breath*
THANK YOU!
I know I shouldn't be freaking out but seriously when I saw the follows, the review and the favorite I almost shit my self. Yeah Yeah Its not a lot I know but still the thought that someone actually cares about my writing makes me want to cry anime Tears and leap for joy at the same time. So yeah with out farther a dew Lets start the chapter shall we
I own nada but the oc(s) and the plot
Fukui Hanako
Never wanted to be a mother.
She always thought children to be bothersome, selfish, and sometimes down right cruel.
So when Hanako received the news that she got pregnant with a man she had a one night stand with , it was quite shocking experience.
Actually it was horrifying
For once in her life she didn't know what to do and it through her off completely, leaving her as a clueless crying mess seeking comfort that she knew she would never get.
She always had a plan,
thinking ahead was her specialty, her talent, it was what she was know for.
She never doubted herself,
stubborn as a bull some would say, making jokes like she had Uzumaki blood in her.
But even now after long agonizing hours of the pregnancy and childbirth...
"Fukui-san" The Nurses chirpy voice cut through the quiet hospital room like a knife. Hanako turned her head slightly to the nurse and saw a bundle of blankets, she froze, her heart went cold, she knew what it was.
She still had doubts but...
"She's a healthy baby girl, would you like to hold her?"
like always she had a plan...
"...no..." Hanako said in a weak voice, shaking her head pitifully and slow, trying desperately to bury her rising emotions.
The nurse frowned slightly "Oh...then would you, a least like to see her?"
"N-no..." her voice cracked, bitter tears streaming down her face, she is a jounin of Konoha, she could not take care of this child. The orphanage would gladly take it and rise it well but...
But why does it hurt so much to let it go...
no...
not it...
let...
let her go...
When the child was carried out of the room, all she could do was stare up at the ceiling, sobbing silently in the hospital bed, thinking about what could have been...
alone
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"my baby girl...may my prayers reach you and may you grow big and strong"
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