When we were nineteen, she walked up to me while I was training and said, "Hey, Sasuke-kun, can we go home and talk?"
I nodded, standing up and putting my shirt back on. It was August, and it was burning outside.
I took her arm and we went to our big, empty mansion. I got some water and leaned on the kitchen counter.
"You might want to sit down, Sasuke," she said nervously, picking at the hem of her shirt and biting her lip. Her eyes wouldn't meet mine. I sat down in front of her and took her hand. She pulled it away and started to sign. She often did that when she was too nervous to say something out loud.
Sasuke-kun, I love you.
"I love you, too, Sakura."
I don't know how you'll react to this.
"Just tell me, baby."
She sighed and bit her lip, then looked up at me and put my hand on her stomach.
I'm pregnant, she signed. My eyes widened and I swiftly stood up, kissing her.
She pulled away a few moments later. "You're not mad?" she said.
"Why would I be mad?" I asked.
"Because…well, we're still teenagers, and I'm going to need you around the house more often so there'll be less missions for a while, and we're going to have to tell people, and I just didn't know if you wanted to be a dad, because I mean, we haven't really talked about it and—"
I put a finger on her lips. "Sakura. I love you. I do want to be a dad. I don't care how many missions we have. We're not that young, I mean, Tenten's pregnant with hers and Neji's second, for crying out loud. And I want people to know. I'm proud of this, Sakura. I'm proud of you. So don't be scared. I'll be here every step of the way, okay?"
She nodded and smiled, then hugged me again. "Thank you, Sasuke-kun. I love you."
I kissed her. "I love you, too."
After a while, she looked at me and said, "You know, Sasuke-kun, I think that's the most I've ever heard you say in a sentence."
I smirked and kissed her temple. I was going to ignore the insult hidden in that sentence and just be happy for now.
