He might be a teensy bit not so well in the head, but all in all Gaara's a good man most of the time. So I figured if there was a problem, he'd understand, after all, he doesn't have crazy rackoon living in his head anymore.



He watched her closely. He always did. The way she moved, the way she spoke, the way she did things. All were done so elegantly. Of course he couldn't forget her heritage, but he knew her elegance had nothing to do with heritage.

She wasn't happy in Suna. She didn't like Suna.

He assumed if one grew up in a place like Konoha and travelled to places like that cave place, one wouldn't like the barren lands of Suna.

He hated seeing her unhappy. For once in his life he understood what love was.

It was doing something one knew would hurt one for another. He loved her. He hadn't married her because it was deemed right. He loved her and their unborn child. He knew she wouldn't keep the child from him.

He understood that. But he also understood her need to leave this place. That being here was only going make her unhappy and eventually their child. Children could feel what their mothers felt. He was sure of it.

He watched as she walked with a smile into the living room, gazing intently at the one or other baby magazine.

If she was going to leave it had better be now. In all honesty, even now was a bad time. She was already three months along.

"Go." He said simply.

"What?" She asked stopping.

"Go to Konoha. I'll visit you when I can. And I'll be there when the baby is born." He said going back to his reading.

She was silent for a long time. So long, in fact, that he had wondered if she understood what he was saying to her. "Thank you, Gaara." She said softly, eventually.

He nodded. He was already smirking in his head. Two bodyguards will go with her. One for her and one for the child, and not because he didn't trust Konoha. But because he trust them to know what would happen if his wife and child were to get hurt on their land.