Day 23

Prompt: Plural

Theme: Adulthood/Married life

Summary: "Gifts? As in plural?" "Yes, gifts. We worked really hard to prepare them just for you."

Author's Notes: Sorry for the lack of updates. T_T I meant to write more fics to submit on time for SS Month but life. I still plan on completing all the prompts, though; I just don't know when. To be honest, I'm feeling a bit down right now so I didn't feel like posting this at first, but I wanted to cheer up since it's a special day today: Happy birthday to my first ever Naruto crush, Sasuke-kuuuuuuuun~ :3

Warning(s): Eh. Kinda short.

Sasuke awoke that morning to the feeling of Sakura pressing fluttering kisses along his back, humming the tune of a song that he was half-dreading and half-expecting considering what day it was—though he had to admit that hearing it specifically from her, slightly off-tune as she was, made it a lot more bearable and even pleasant in his ears. When she finally ended the song with a drawn-out note, she nudged his shoulder with her nose to rouse him further and wrapped her arms around his torso.

"Happy birthday, Sasuke-kun," she chirped a little too merrily.

Knowing that he had no choice but to get up, however, Sasuke shifted and let out a groan before turning on his back to let his wife drape herself lazily on top of him.

She pressed more kisses to his face—his forehead, his nose, his cheeks, his lips—and he wordlessly reveled in the feeling of waking up to her warm lips.

"Time to get up, birthday boy," she then reminded him teasingly, to which he only replied with a scoff.

"Sakura," he began. "You know—"

But she cut him off before he could say another word. "I know you don't like celebrating your birthday, Sasuke-kun. But please? Just this once?" she pleaded, giving him the best puppy dog pout she could muster.

He stared at her warily and sighed. "That's what you said last year as well."

She blinked at him as she recalled that particular memory and gave out a hearty laugh.

"So I did. But this year is different," she assured.

"Hn. How so?" He was suspicious of her, but he humored her anyway.

"This year, I have a whole bunch of gifts prepared for you!" she eagerly exclaimed, as if it were supposed to entice him into being more jovial about the occasion.

"Gifts? As in plural?" He was almost scared of what she could have planned; knowing Sakura, she probably went all out in planning something elaborate and unnecessary when he was already satisfied with just spending time with her.

"Yes, gifts. We worked really hard to prepare them just for you!"

He almost gulped in nervousness but stopped himself lest he hurt her feelings with his lack of enthusiasm. "Who's 'we'?" Dear kami, he certainly hoped Naruto took no part in all this.

She gave him a meaningful look and moved to sit up beside him on their bed.

"Ah, that's your first gift," she calmly told him as she took his hand in her dainty ones and guided it towards her still-flat abdomen, pressing gently against it.

"We," she clarified while holding his gaze. "As in plural."

Sasuke could only gape at her, his mind struggling to comprehend her words. She's— He's going to be—

"You're going to be a father, Sasuke-kun!" she all but beamed up at him, finishing his thoughts.

When her words finally sunk in, Sasuke pulled her towards him and engulfed her in a tight embrace. He clutched at her shoulders as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, unable to hold back his emotions.

"Sakura…"

His voice trembled a bit, but he was trying not to let his tears fall.

"Thank you."