Date: 4/22/13
Rating: T
Genre: Romance, Humor, Cute
Prompt: Sakura tells Sasuke she's pregnant through his favorite food.
"What is this?"
Sakura jumped, her movement almost causing her to drop the knife she was using. Sasuke was early. She turned around slowly to face him and asked sweetly, "Whatever do you mean, Sasuke-kun?"
But Sasuke didn't buy it. He crossed his arms and gave her a look. The minute he entered their house, he knew something was up. He could smell it. Sakura absolutely hated tomatoes, almost as much as he hated sweets. And what did he find when he walked into the kitchen? A table full of food made with nothing but tomatoes.
"What did you do?"
The last time Sakura did this for him was when she lost her wedding ring. Her incredibly expensive wedding ring, might he add. Two hours they searched for it when she suddenly decided to remember that she asked Ino to hold it for her during their sparring match. Sasuke scowled at the memory.
But Sakura just laughed, unfazed by Sasuke's suspicion, and walked over to him with a plate full of the freshly cut tomatoes. "What? Can't a wife prepare her husband his favorite food every once in a while?"
Sasuke quickly glanced at her left hand—so it wasn't the ring. His eyes turned into slits; it had to be worse. He grimaced at the possibilities. "Don't play dumb with me, Sakura."
The two of them stared at each other for what seemed like forever, neither of them willing to back down. But after a while, Sakura sighed and motioned for Sasuke to sit at the table, pulling another chair so she was sitting in front of him. She took the plate of tomatoes and held it out in front of him, a peace offering. However, Sasuke refused.
"Okay, Sasuke-kun. You win," she said in defeat, seeing the corners of Sasuke's mouth turn upwards into a smirk. He finally took a tomato slice. "How do I put this? I," Sakura bowed her head to feign guilt, effectively hiding her own smirk on her lips, "I'm pregnant."
"See Sakura," Sasuke said in chiding tone, "you can't just expect me not to notice when something's up—wait, you're what?!"
The sound of Sasuke choking on the tomato caused Sakura to finally look up at him. His eyes were wide, the hue of his face competing with the tomato. Sakura shook her head and laughed, "Baka, I said I'm pregnant." She placed the plate back on the table and sat on Sasuke's lap. "You," she beamed at him, tears in her eyes, "are going to be a father."
Suddenly, Sakura felt Sasuke's arms wrap around her body and pull her into a tight embrace. He buried his face in her hair, and although his voice was muffled, Sakura could hear him say "Thank you" over and over again. Sakura smiled and closed her eyes and whispered her own "I love you's" into his chest.
The couple stayed like that for a few more minutes until Sakura forced herself to pull away. She glanced at the table. The food was getting cold, and she did not spend the whole day slaving over the oven to have a cold tomato dinner. But Sasuke didn't seem too pleased with Sakura's action, so she playfully gave him a peck on the lips and winked.
"You better eat up, Sasuke-kun! Because for the next nine months we're only going to be eating my favorite foods."
