Invasive

"Did you mean it?" she asked that night as she sat on the edge of the bed and brushed her hair.

"Hm?"

"What you said. Did you mean it, or was it just so I would forgive you?" She turned toward him to watch him answer.

"What are you implying? That I'm some kind of sad, sadistic child, immature enough to emotionally torture his wife?" Sasuke looked her sharply in the eye.

Sakura giggled. "On the inside, yes."

"Sakura," he growled.

"Sasuke." She met his glare. "Did you mean it?" Her voice faltered unintentionally with nervousness

"Aa," he mumbled out and nodded, unable to meet her gaze as he felt his ears grow red.

"You know everyone thinks we despise each other. They think I married you because Naruto asked me to. Hokage's orders," she whispered.

He shrugged. "And you know how much I like everyone else to be wrong."

She nodded with a small smile. "How long has it been?" she asked. "Since the wedding." Time, for Sakura, had become a blissful daze. Being married to Sasuke, whether he loved her or tolerated her, was her life's dream come to fruition and her days and nights blurred together in sheer disbelief of it.

"Nine months," he responded, although he knew it had been exactly nine months, eleven days, and sixteen hours. He was grounded enough to count the time that she had been cosseting and confusing him.

"Nine months," she repeated. "That's why I've been getting all those weird messages from Naruto."

"Messages about what?" Sasuke asked.

"Nothing really, they were all awkward and unfinished. 'We need to talk about…' 'The village has been talking…' It was like he didn't want to say it."

"Say what?" Sauske was curious now.

"Sasuke, it's been nine months, and I'm not bowling over pregnant. Konoha is expecting an Uchiha heir."

His eyebrows knitted together in irritation. "Sakura… if this is supposed to be payback for this morning, it's not funny. I told you I meant it."

"I know you did. Do you think I'm happy about this? You think I want to be forced to have your baby? When we're just now learning to live with each other? We haven't even– What I'm saying is that this is why they're keeping you. If it weren't for your kekkei genkai, would they ever have welcomed you back?"

"The sharingan…" Sasuke frowned. "We're going to see Naruto."

Sakura stood in her pajamas, on the doorstep of the Hokage's house, with her face in her hands, while her husband pounded furiously on the door. "Naruto! Get out here, you idiot!"

The door swung open, revealing the bleary eyed nanadaime. Naruto was clad in only a pair of orange pajama bottoms, his blonde hair in even worse condition than usual. His wife's pale eyes peaked out from over his shoulder. "Ah, what do you want, bastard? Can't it wait until morning?"

"I don't think so! Care to tell me what all this is about an 'Uchiha heir'?" Sasuke demanded loudly. Wailing emanated from inside the house.

"Ah, Hinata," Naruto said, turning to the woman behind him. Hinata nodded and went back inside to check on the baby. "See what you did, bastard? Now we'll be up all night no matter what." Naruto sighed. "Come inside."

Naruto showed them to the living room and took a seat facing the couch they were on. "What can I do for you?" he asked, all professionalism.

Sasuke gritted his teeth. "You can tell me why, apparently, everyone in Konoha is waiting for us to have a child."

Naruto laughed. "Well, for starters, you're young and married and it would only be natural, joyous even, to expect that you two would be…" He grinned and scratched his nose. "I don't have to explain it to you do I? You must have learned something from Kakashi-sensei."

Sasuke only glared at him. "That is not what I meant."

"Alright, alright, you got me. It's not complicated Sasuke, you're the last– we hope– of a very prominent blood line, with a very powerful dojutsu. It's only reasonable that, for the prosperity of the village, it's hoped that you would carry on that lineage."

"That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard," he grumbled.

Naruto's hands went up in defense. "Hey, it didn't come from me. There are councils, other clans, the village's reputation and safety to uphold. That's why I was so hesitant to contact Sakura about all of it."

"Why didn't you contact me with such an imbecilic idea? Doesn't this affect me too?"

Naruto laughed again, nervously this time. "It's just that Sakura tends to be a bit more agreeable. And much better at talking to you."

"And what if I don't want to?" Sasuke asked.

Naruto looked at him, perplexed by that response. "I can't see why you wouldn't. You two love each other, don't you?" Sasuke didn't answer. Naruto looked at Sakura for the first time, she was looking down and blushing. Realization dawned on him.

"Tea, anyone?" Hinata reentered the room, holding a tray of full tea cups in one arm and her one month old son in the other. She placed the tray on the table between them. Naruto took the baby from her hands. He was sound asleep once again.

"Hinata you're a genius," he mused, rocking the child gently. She blushed and hid behind her long black hair, after all these years, still unable to unabashedly take a compliment from Naruto.

"He's beautiful," Sakura said. "I haven't seen him since he was born."

"Sakura, would you like to hold him?" he asked. Sakura nodded and Naruto handed him over carefully.

"Oh," she cooed as little Boruto was placed in her arms. "Naruto he looks like you, when you were little."

Sasuke watched her tenderly watching the child, whispering her finger down his round cheek, and it came upon him that she had lied to him. Lied about not wanting to have his baby. It was all an excuse. She was resigned to not being a mother, but she was in no way happy about it.

"What seems to be the problem?" Hinata asked kindly.

"I'll tell you what the problem is," Naruto said in disbelief, gesturing to the couple wildly. "They haven't done it yet!"

A/N Naruto is fun to write ^^ more of him next chapter