Lol! Yep, I thought that would be the best and fastest way to get Sakura's news out! I'm glad to know some of the reviews are from new and old reviewers! Thanks, and this chapter should be a bit long and have the following: fluff/cute romance, anger, and, um, well what else can I pack in here?

Negar tener (to disclaim in Spanish): I don't own Naruto, if I did, Sasuke would like (or at least tolerate) sweets, one more thing he has in common with his cherry blossom. Do you see him eating sweet dumplings? Didn't think so.

"Um, Naruto?" Hinata had on her bathrobe and was watching her husband make a sandwich.

"Yeah, sweetie?" Naruto didn't look up from his work of stack meat upon meat. (A/N: why he isn't eating ramen, I don't know!)

"Can you, um, go and buy me some pickled radish?"

Naruto promptly turned 180 degrees to face his wife. She had never liked pickled radish in her life! Why now?

"Who are you and where are you keeping her?" Naruto looked totally serious as he asked this.

"Please, Naruto! I'm dying over here!" Hinata came out from behind the wall she was hiding behind when she said this. "I really want some radish!"

"I'll buy you radish. Just not pickled radish!"

Hinata huffed and crossed her arms. Maybe if I try really hard, he'll come around, Hinata thought. She dropped her arms and stuck her lip out a bit. "Pleeaaasseee?"

Naruto began weakening, Hinata could see it on his face.

"Arigatou, Naru-chan!" Hinata sang, twirling around in a circle across the floor.

Naruto sighed. There's just no escape with this woman, is there? He promptly put all his sandwich fixings down and started to pull his jacket over his shoulders.

"Oh, and Naru-chan?" Hinata called, just before Naruto managed to escape, er, I mean, leave to get the radish. "Remember, pickled radish. And could you pick up some crackers, mayonnaise, burger buns, ketchup, and sardines? Oh, and ice cream, vanilla and mint chocolate, okay?"

Naruto couldn't tell how she had managed to list all that and look like she was completely sane. He just stood in the doorway a while, hand on his collar, eyes slightly twitching.

"What? Something wrong, Naru-chan?"

Naruto simply shook his head and walked away while muttering something like 'crazy woman' when inside he was wondering why she'd want all that junk. Oh, well. Some things about that woman I'll never understand.

"So, you're pregnant?"

"Yep."

"We're having a baby?"

"Uh-huh."

"...Wow."

Sasuke just sat on the floor, taking it all in. A baby, we're having a baby. A tiny, defenseless, little human. Man, I hope I don't turn out like the kind of father my dad was. Millions of thoughts of terrible ways to be a father ran through Sasuke's mind. His train of thought was interrupted by Sakura's cough.

"Sasuke, can you move? My lemon meringue pie is burning." Sakura opened the oven and took out the slightly burnt pie with little parts of the heavy cream toasted and crisp.

"How can you be so calm about this!" Sasuke looked up towards his face, his face portraying that his world was crashing in a downwards spiral.

"Well, I'll worry about it when the kid actually pops out," Sakura stated, still calm and cutting the pie into pieces.

"Sakura Uchiha!" (A/N: Lol! Almost wrote Haruno there!) Sasuke shot up and looked mad. "Don't you dare take this lightly! Our once thought to be non harmful actions have made us parents! Do you grasp the gravity of the situation here? We are about to become PARENTS! We'll have to make sure the kid doesn't choke on his spit, roll up in a blanket and die from suffocation, or worse, see the Hokage in orange and die from seeing such tacky clothing!" By now Sasuke was breathing heavily and clutching the edge of the counter for dear life.

"Sasuke," Sakura said, dipping a finger into her slice of pie, "calm down." She then splatted the warm pie gunk onto Sasuke's cheek. (A/N: Bet you know what's coming next!)

"AAAAAAHHHHHHGGGGG!!" Sasuke, once again, tried furiously to wipe the stuff off his gorgeous face. "Sakura! I HATE sweets!"

And as usual, the story ends after Sasuke's line of his hatred for anything with near lethal amounts of sugar.