Hinata looked at Temari over the top of her coffee mug with the most guiltiest look on her face. The blonde narrowed her eyes at the ravenette.
"Hinata what have you done now?" she asked. Hinata dragged her lower lip between her teeth, distracting herself with making breakfast for her son. "Gaara honey can you wake up Tatsuya and get him dressed while I make breakfast, thank you," she called.
"Hinata," she said sternly, knowing Hinata would break any second now and spill the beans on whatever it was she had done to make her behave like a criminal.
"Sure, I'll take him to kinder on my way to work so you and Temari can gossip." he kissed her cheek as he passed, grabbing a cup of coffee on his way. A five-year old walked down the stairs sleepily clutching a blanket, rubbing his eyes he grabbed at Hinata's sleeve.
"Mama I wet the bed," he whispered, blushing. Hinata sighed, attempting to smooth down his unruly hair.
"Hey kiddo, why don't you an me pick out some cool clothes for today that way your mama can finish breakfast and then afterwards we can change the sheets," Temari said, squatting so she was the same level as the boy. His blush deepened and hid behind Hinata's leg.
"Aunty Temari it's embarrassing," he whined. She smirked ruffling his hair and ruining Hinata's efforts.
"Wanna know a secret Tatsuya?" she asked. The boy brightened up, stepping out from behind his mother. He nodded brightly, eyes shinning.
"Your papa wet the bed till he was seven and uncle Kanuro wet himself in class once and he was eighteen when it happened." He laughed, blush entirely gone now.
"Hey champ, what's so funny?" Gaara asked, grabbing a slice of toast. "Nothing," Temari said, smiling like she had a secret. She winked at Tatsuya, who giggled and smiled. Grabbing Temari's hand he dragged her up the stairs. Gaara sighed, "He's grown out of his pj's yet again, you realise Hinata that Tatsuya is going to be one very tall kid." Hinata smiled wearily, she was trying to deny that her son was head and shoulders above Temari's waist, and she was not short.
"I'll see you when I get home from work," he said, kissing her. He grabbed Tatsuya's lunch box and the boy's hand once he came down the stairs with Temari. The two left talking about kinder.
"Bye mama, bye Aunty Temari," he called, before closing the door. Hinata waved, smiling like she didn't have a care in the world.
"Now down to business," Temari said, deadpan. She swallowed nervous, hoping Temari had forgotten the guilty look from before.
"Remember how Gaara and I agreed not to have anymore kids after how stressed he was, well I'm pregnant," she said, worried smile in place. Temari squealed, totally excited for sister-in-law. Screw her brothers stress levels, a baby was a joyful thing.
"I hope it's a girl, but when did you get the time to make a baby huh?" she asked, trying to remember a time when those to had a minute alone after their son was born. Hinata blushed, poking her index fingers together. At the age of twenty-five she still blushed at the mere mention of sex.
"During the storm a couple of months ago, when I asked you and Shikamaru to take care of him because the road had flooded, Gaara and I were a bit desperate for some alone time and jumped at the chance when it came. I went to the doctors yesterday to confirm it since I was feeling sick in the mornings and craving limes and strawberries again," She said, eyes downcast as she began chewing on her lip again.
"When are you going to tell him Hinata?" Temari asked.
"Tonight," she whispered. Slouching in on herself, thinking if she were any smaller she could hide from Temari's piercing gaze.
"Good, it'll be better for Gaara if he know's now rather than later, the longer he knows about it the less stressed he should be," she said, sighing as she glanced at the clock. Hinata noticed then how tired her sister-in-law looked.
"I promised Kankuro I'd leave Rio with him for only a few hours, you know how he is with kids," she said, grimacing as she rolled her eyes. Kankuro was one of the few people who should never be a parent, Hinata had asked him to babysit once and had come home to find him on the couch watching tv. Without her son. Kankuro had left him locked in the baby swing at the park for an hour and a half. The people who knew about Gaara's temper and how monsterous he was when angry, would have called him an angel after seeing Hinata in action.
"I know that all too well, but how is little Rio, I would have figured she be easy to look after seeing as her father is incredibly lazy," Hinata said, happy to be off the topic of her pregnancy.
"No, she has his smarts and brown hair but my curiosity and an abundance of energy, I feel like I'm in way over my head." Hinata gripped her hand, knowing how she felt, since she had had many a sleepless night raising her son.
"Well if you ever need a day off I'm more then happy to take her," Hinata offered, she loved temari's little one just as much as her own.
"Thanks hun, well I'm off and take it easy because tomorrow she's all yours." Hinata laughed to herself setting off to do the laundry.
Gaara collapsed into the arm chair, wrestling off his tie. He had decided then and there that he didn't need to dress like a pompous old man to teach a bunch of delinquents.
"Gaara?" Hinata called out tensely. Gaara drew his brows together confused with his wife's behaviour. He waved Hinata over, grabbing her by the waist when she sat down on the arm of the couch.
"Tatsuya!" she hissed, when he kissed her shoulder. He snorted, drawing away from her.
"At Ino's, she asked, the others were picking on her boy again and Tatsuya is his only friend, he's staying the night. She'll take him to kinder and you'll have to pick him up tomorrow, I've detention duty," he said, annoyed with having to stay behind. Hinata just nodded wringing her hands.
"Remember that night with the storm?" she asked. Gaara shivered at the memory, that was no way he was forgetting that night anytime soon.
"How could I forget that night," he replied, sounding rather far away, as he peppered his wife's neck with kisses. He could feel how tense she was.
"Yes, well, umm the results of that night, ohh how to say this," she crowed, tugging at the ends of her hair. He patted her back, "you can tell me anything love," he murmured. She snorted, covering her face, for some reason to embarrassed to tell him.
"I'm pregnant again," she said, fleeing from his lap. Gaara sat there shocked, before smiling, a real face splitting grin. He launched himself from the chair, chasing her up the stairs.
"Mind repeating that?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I'm pregnant," she whispered. He laughed, picking her up and spinning.
"when did you find out?"
"Yesterday, I was craving limes and strawberries again, you're not mad are you?" she asked tentatively.
"I was stressed when I said I wasn't having another child but I'm actually excited," he said, kissing her. Nothing granted him more joy then his son and another child would double that joy.
"That's great, I was a little worried that you wouldn't want another child," she whispered, now finding her fears silly.
"I'll love this child just as much as I love you and Tatsuya."
"Do we have any limes?" she asked with a small smile. His eye brow twitched as soon as she said it.
"Oh boy, here we go again."
