Title: Hot Cocoa
Summary: Sakura falls asleep while waiting for Sasuke.
A/N: I made this one shorter and I'm sorry it took so long. I may post 2 more one-shots before January 5th. :D yay. And for those who asked: Yes, of course you can send me ideas/prompts! It actually helps a little because I get kinda of a writter's block when I have to make one myself :P
Enjoy New Year's Eve!
"Family is not an important thing. It's everything." Michael J. Fox.
"Papa's coming baby," she whispers to the soon-to-be born creature that develops in her womb. Stretching her legs on the ample, brown couch and resting her head on a pillow, she sighs in annoyance at the lack of sound in the room.
Sakura looks around and focuses her gaze on the chimney: lit, and next to her. No more than fifteen minutes pass that she feels sleepy again.
A strong little kick has her guessing that the baby is very much awake and wanting to—for the life of her—eat.
Eat.
She sighs, "I see you're hungry again," patting her bump, she makes to stand up, gasping for the shortest second at the small contraction that crosses her and leaves her panting. But she's not due yet, and she knows—she knows she still has five weeks left to see her beautiful angel. And so she holds herself together and makes her way to the kitchen.
.
.
.
The first thing Sasuke sees when he arrives home that afternoon—after going to every single grocery store and buying the things his lovely wife wanted—makes him smile.
It's just a quirk upward to the corner of his lips, but it's still something. He leaves the bags on the counter of the somewhat-messy kitchen and looks at the scene again.
The chimney is lit with fire, the soft cackling of the burning flames caressing his wife's face and making it tinge with the colours of the sun itself—warm and lively. She's on the couch. A small cup of hot chocolate on the table in front of her. And she's carrying an innocent gesture, laying—sleeping—on the couch and touching her now big tummy—as she likes to call it.
He wants to wake her—to tell her of all the sweet and tasty things he bought her and of which he took the trouble of spending most of the day finding.
But she's sound asleep and he's not stupid to not notice how everyday she wears dark bags under her eyes, and tired, exhausted smiles from lack of sleep. He knows she barely gets any rest lately, anymore. So he grabs a blanket and puts it over her, leaving the face uncovered.
He'll just have to stay here for the night, making sure nothing bad happens.
But first, he stands up to prepare another hot chocolate for himself.
Sakura lazily watches as he makes his way into the kitchen, and smiles.
She goes to sleep again.
