author's note: had a bit too much fun with this prompt.

title: expect the unexpected

summary: in which sakura is hysterical and sasuke doesn't quite understand the meaning behind 'being late'

day two: late

Sasuke has been married to Sakura for a whole year, and before that they have dated for three years. That means that by now he should be skilled, practically an expert, at deciphering what she's saying to him, or what mood she's in without her having to come out and tell him.

But at this moment, he muses watching her with narrowed eyes, he doesn't understand at all.

"Sakura, what do you mean you're late?"

He can sense agitation in her green eyes as she chews on her bottom lip, and fidgets with her hands, "It's exactly what it means, I'm late."

"For what?" he asks, placing his paperwork aside, giving her his undivided attention, heaven forbid he give her a reason to be even more upset, "do you have a meeting of some sort with someone?"

"No, idiot," she snaps, green eyes flashing in anger, "I'm late, Sasuke-kun, late!"

He looks at her blankly, not picking up on her words at all, but he can, however, sense the anger that's slowly coursing through her veins, "you're late...late?"

She breathes out, a smile forming on her lips, "Yes, Sasuke-kun, I'm late."

"H-How late?" he asks slowly, hoping he's going the right way with this, if not, may God have mercy on his soul.

"Well, three weeks actually," she giggles, clasping her hands together.

"Three weeks?" he whistles low, "that's pretty late, Sakura."

"Yeah, it is, isn't it?" she grins, "so, what do you think, Sasuke-kun?"

It only makes sense that when it seemed like he'd get out of this conversation with dignity and every single bone in place, some curve be thrown at him. Right now he was silently cursing his cursed clan, he's positive this is all because of them.

Defeated, he runs a hand over his face, "What are you late for again?"

He sighs, opening his eyes and watching as the smile slips from her lips, the happiness draining right out of her eyes, her fists clench and she's gritting her teeth, looking at him as if she wants to spill his blood. He can tell he's about to be manhandled, and he also knows that he'll probably have to get healed at the hospital by some other doctor later today.

Which means that the nosy villagers, and his annoying teammates(namely the dobe) will see him, battered and bruised at the hands of his wife, and he's positive he'll become the laughing stalk of the village for that afternoon. The dobe will make a few remarks about how Sakura abuses him, and Sasuke will threaten him but won't be taken serious due to the black eye he's sporting.

The good ones have the most tragic falls, it seems.

"Nevermind," she finally screeches.

And this, Sasuke realizes with wide eyes, is a Sakura he's not used to, because she buries her face in her hands and begins to sob, instead of resorting to pummel him into the ground. He's never liked hearing her cry, it makes him feel completely incompetent, and it just doesn't bode well when her friends hear about it. His arms reach towards her, prepared to comfort her and explain that he doesn't mean to be an ignorant jerk, he just doesn't know what it means to be "late".

Instead she moves away from him and wails louder, "You never understand, idiot."

"Sakura-"

"I'm late!" she yells at him, cutting off his last sentence, "I'm freaking late, Sasuke-kun, and you don't even care."

"I care," he assures her, reaching for her again, "just...just please, tell me what's wrong."

"I just told you," she sobs, "you never listen to me, I'm late, I'm very much late."

"Sakura," he tries again, but she cuts him off with a question.

"Sasuke-kun, do you not care?"

He sighs, his eyes growing soft as he reaches for her once more, "I care."

She looks down, whispering softly, "Then please show me, show me you care."

"I'm sorr-"

"It's like we're not even married," she clings to him tighter, "it's like you don't love me."

He frowns then, making another move to reach for her, but this time he doesn't allow her to swat him away. He pulls her into his arms, and presses his lips to her forehead, arms wrapping around her smaller form tightly, so, she has no room to move away from him easily.

He sighs softly, squeezing her tighter against him, "you know I do, I do love you."

"Then why don't you care that I'm late," she asks softly, "it's important to me, it's supposed to be important to you, to us."

He sighs, pressing his lips to her forehead once more, "I just...I don't know what you mean by 'being late', Sakura."

He expects more wailing, name calling, perhaps a couple of life threatening blows, but instead he hears her sniffle before she breaks out into laughter. With an incredulous look on his face he watches as she removes her head from his chest and pulls away from him to examine his face properly.

"Oh my," she giggles behind her hand, "when you said you didn't know you actually meant that you didn't know."

He sighs, seems he might be leaving in one piece, but not with his dignity intact, "No, I don't know what that's code for, Sakura."

"Hmm," she giggles, "seems the all mighty captain of the police force doesn't know everything."

"Sakura-"

She smiles, wrapping her arms around his waist, "Hm, well it means you're going to be a daddy."

He smiles for a brief second, happy that she's feeling better, and she's not crying, before his world comes to a screeching halt. He looks down at her quickly, so quick his head snaps, did she just-

"That's what I meant when I said I'm late," she tells him, hugging him a bit tighter, "and I wanted you to be happy because you've always wanted to restore your clan."

His shock is replaced in an instant at her words and he pulls her tighter against him. He sighs softly, bending down to kiss the top of her head, a small smile forming on his lips, and he can't help but imagine all the wonderful things he'll get to do when his child his born.

Their child.

"I love you," he hears her say.

"Aa."

I love you too.