For any of you who have been wondering why I haven't updated recently, it's because I have been completely devoted to my latest fanfiction The Contract since it has a high demand but I haven't completely forgotten about you guys. In addition to updating that story, I have been writing and developing future stories for fanfiction publication and working on a manga/anime based off two of my favorite K-Pop groups (which I won't reveal yet because it is still a work in progress.) Anywho, I hope this chapter is a nice filler and I will try to update more frequently.

P.S. Happy Belated Birthday to me! (January 25)

This Chapter is heavy with language and adult themes.

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The house smelled fresh—like pine nuts or lemon and she couldn't really complain. The scents were comforting. It smelt of a home full of love and comfortableness, yet she never felt more uncomfortable in her life. She had only known Temari for about 60 minutes, having the fortune of running into her right when her shift ended, and the woman had already taken a deep liking to the pinkette and had whisked her off to her own house in an effort to get to know the "future mother of her niece or nephew." Sakura had appreciated it dearly, especially since at least one Sabaku was interested in her child's well-being, but at the same time she was tired. It was still only seven a.m. and she had planned on crawling into her bed with a box of Krispy Kreme donuts and falling soundlessly into a deep sleep. So much for that.

Temari's house was nice though. The living room was perfectly painted a beautiful rust color with cream accents and decorated with beautiful bronze statues and picture frames. The hardwood floor looked like mahogany and the couch was way softer than the hard thing at her apartment. She just wanted to curl up in a ball and sleep.

The smell of peppermint tea sifted through her nostrils as she turned her head towards where Temari had vanished to what she assumed was the kitchen. The smell of banana nut muffins also began to waft into the front room making her stomach grumble. Temari appeared shortly with a tray carrying the tea and muffins and sat them on the table before her before sitting next to her.

"I cannot believe Gaara would abandon you in your time of need," she started gesturing for the pinkette to take a muffin. Sakura graciously took one and bit into it satisfied. "On second thought, that does sound like something he would do." Sakura couldn't really focus on the words streaming from the blonde's mouth. The muffin was so good. Temari took a sip of tea and stared at her after setting the cup down. "So, how far along are you exactly?" she asked.

"Hm?" Sakura asked looking at her silently chewing on the muffin. She swallowed before placing her hands in her lap. "Two months."

Temari sat back and began to think hard. The name Sabaku still seemed familiar to her. Very strangely familiar to her. "Do you…happened to have any more siblings?" Sakura asked holding the tea cup in her hand

"Actually, I do. His name is Kankuro."

Kankuro…Sabaku. No. Way.

Sakura began to clench her hands into a fist. She knew that name sounded familiar. Too familiar. Kankuro was the annoying pest that irritated her to no end in high school. He did everything in his will to bother just because he knew it actually bothered her. And now, she was having his younger brother's baby. Stuck in the family. Forever. "You have got to be kidding me." She mumbled. At least, she knew where Gaara got his charm for. Insert sarcasm here.

"Hm?" Temari tilted her head. "You know Kankuro too?"

"All too well," Haruno murmured. "What are the chances of being dragged into this? I knew him from high school. We were never on the best of terms. What a small world that I would meet his near identical brother. I was kind of hoping to never see either one of them again." It wasn't a complete lie. She did want to see Gaara again…to punch him in the face.

"I guess this would be a bad time to tell you they're on their way." Temari said chuckling nervously.

Sakura's eyes widened. "They're coming here? Now? Both of them? At the same time?" she exclaimed in disbelief.

"Well, yeah, they live here."

What a surprise both of the losers are freeloading off their obviously more successful sister. She huffed in leaned back. "I guess I was going to have to face this eventually."

"Don't worry. I'm going to make sure you're taken care of. Gaara is going to own up to his responsibility." Temari said with a certain glint in her eyes.

Sakura stood up and shook her head. "Oh no, Temari! Please, you don't have to do that. I really didn't expect any help to begin with. I didn't come here to cause trouble." The last thing she wanted to do was to appear like she just popped up looking to ambush Gaara.

"You're not causing trouble. Trust me." Temari said as the front door began to unlock. Sakura sat back down and began biting her nails. She didn't know what Temari planned on saying or doing but it was making her stomach do flips. She really wished she was at home in her nice soft bed.

The door flew open revealing a brown haired man in his mid-20s storming in. He smelt of wood chips and sawdust and had a baseball cap covering his hair. He hadn't noticed the guest yet and moved straight to the love seat on the other side of the room, plopping his body completely on the cushions. Gaara followed shortly, smelling and dressed similarly, closing and locking the door before turning around to come face to face with his sister and the last person he wanted to see again.

"Temari," he stated through slightly clenched teeth. "What in the fuck is she doing here!" He turned to Sakura glaring at her form. "What? So now you're stalking me? How'd you find out where I live?" At the oncoming outburst, Kankuro raised from his position to see who the subject of his brother's fury was.

"Sakura Haruno?" he asked sitting up straight now. Gaara turned to his brother, raising a brow.

"You know her? Wait, don't tell me you fucked her too." He said looking back at the pinkette.

Sakura could feel all the fury boiling up inside of her and was on the brink of breaking when Temari stood up, anger evident on her face. "Gaara Sabaku! Sakura did not come here on her own! I brought her here! I ran into her at the store and was very surprised when she told me about how my brother got her pregnant and wants nothing to do with her or the baby!" Sakura looked away. This is exactly what she didn't want. She was no fool; she'd never let someone just insult her but at the same time she wanted to avoid exactly this: the controversy.

"Oh come one Temari! You're buying that shit? That's the oldest trick in the book. Besides, if Kankuro knows her, it might as well be his kid." Gaara said leaning against the wall.

Kankuro stood up. "Whoa, wait a minute. First off, you're pregnant?" he asked pointing at the only person sitting in the room. "Secondly, I did not fuck her. I only know her as the bane of my existence in high school and thirdly I'm not knocking anyone up because you know I hate kids. But, Gaara is right. If she is pregnant, it might not even be his."

Sakura's mouth dropped open. How dare they? "What type of girl do you think I am? I don't just fuck random guys." She refuted. Her mouth was drying.

"Oh really? Because it was so hard getting you to drop your panties for me in the back of the Laundromat." Gaara smirked. He was such a dick!

Things started to slow down after that. It may have been the silence or the sound of Temari's hand coming in contact with Gaara's cheek that put everything in perspective. Sakura couldn't tell. She was just beginning to feel very uncomfortable.

"Gaara." Temari said in a cold and warning voice. "You will not treat her like this nor will you disrespect any woman like that in my house." She said with bling fury. "Now, I believe her and I've always had sound judgment in people. I believe her when she said you knocked her up and you are going to take care of your child. I don't care if you don't want to be with her. You're going to be with your child. And that is final."

Sakura sat silently. Sweat began to trickle down her brow as she closed her eyes. Gaara remained silently as he stared at his sister and then the paling girl on the couch. Kankuro stepped in front of him. "So, you run into one of the many random women Gaara associates himself with and just because she says she's pregnant for him, you believe her? Who's to say it's his? Or that she's actually pregnant? Have you seen a test? Have you been to a doctor with her? Where are the facts?" he asked.

"Kankuro, I am not letting you cover for him this time." Temari turned to face Sakura who slowly stood up. She looked kind of sickly. "Are you ok Sakura? You don't look so good." Both men turned to look at her with speculating gazes.

Sakura tried to form words but instead of dialogue forming she could feel a surge of bile rising. Nothing intelligible was coming out. If there was anything coming out of her mouth, it was that banana nut muffin and a bit of stomach acid. Luckily, she was able to form one word: "Bathroom?"

Temari pointed down the hallway having no time to react to the pinkette zooming past her. Kankuro and Gaara stared with surprised expressions. Sakura quickly barged into the bathroom, not even giving the time to flip the switch on, and emptied the contents of her stomach into the commode. She closed her eyes as tears streamed down. She always hated throwing up, even before the pregnancy. The dry heaving, the stomach acid—it was all just so awful.

She grabbed the sides of the toilet and silently cried as her body finished expelling its substances. She wasn't trying to cry but it was a pain she couldn't describe. It didn't hurt…but it was painful to go through. She jumped a bit at the light being flicked on and immediately hid her head further in the bowl to hide her face from embarrassment. "I'm sorry Temari. I'll clean it all up I promise." When Temari didn't reply, she quickly stood up and grabbed some toilet tissue off the roll and began wiping her mouth and the rim of the toilet before flushing it all down. She walked over to the sink and rinsed her mouth out with cold water. When she looked up into the mirror she realized why Temari hadn't said anything. Because it wasn't Temari.

It was Kankuro.

She stared at him through the mirror unsure of what to do or say. He had a strange look on his face. It was one of concern, disbelief, and acceptance maybe. She couldn't really tell. She was really tired now. So she said the first thing that came to her mind. "I'm not lying." He seemed to be ignorant to her words and just continued staring at her. He scanned her from her face to her stomach and then back to her face. "I…," she stuttered, "I can take any test you want me to take whether it be a pregnancy test or paternity test. I'll take it. Because I am not lying." She said firmly. Her voice was a little hoarse.

Kankuro stared a little longer before his shoulders slumped a bit as he sighed. "I know. I believe you. I just hoped that you were." He said before walking out. What was that about? The expression on his face seemed…of disappointment. She shook it off and checked her appearance in the mirror one last time. She could see the bags starting to form. Her hair was slightly frazzled. Her skin wasn't as pale now that she didn't feel nauseous. She sighed and turned off the light before stepping back out into the hallway.

"Are you ok?"

She jumped at the sound of another person's voice. She turned around and saw Gaara leaning against the wall standing in the darkness of the hallway. His arms were folded across his chest and his eyes were closed. She was completely shocked that he had took it upon himself to come and check up on her but then realized Temari had put him up to it. "Do you actually care?" she asked folding her arms as well.

He opened his eyes, jade orbs trained on her, and formed his mouth into a tight line. His brows were slightly furrowed and his face seemed to have softened from that of when he was insulting her minutes ago. It didn't take much for her to realize that this was his caring face.

Gaara was capable of caring…sometimes.

"I just asked you didn't I?" he said in reply to her question. "If I didn't I wouldn't have asked.

"Look," she said, "I didn't expect this to happen. I didn't come here with the expectancy of tying you down. If you don't want to deal with this then fine. But, I'm having this baby. And as far as I'm concerned you don't have to ever see me or the baby again." She stared at him and tensed when he pushed his body off the wall. He approached her and backed her into the back corner of the hallway. Her breath hitched as she stood under his gaze. He dug his hand in her back pocket groping her subtly. "What are you doing?" she stated softly. She wanted to sound firmer but her voice betrayed her.

"Shut up." He said with a small smirk as his eyes never left hers. He pulled her phone out of the pocket and began going through it.

"Hey!" she said more firmly. "Give that back! I have personal things in there!" He ignored her and continued typing before placing it back in her pocket.

"Go home." He said before walking into one of the bedrooms and closing the door. She huffed and walked back into the living room. Temari was the only one present, cleaning up a few muffin crumbs and spilled tea. She looked up as the rosette entered. "I'm going to get going. I'm pretty sleepy and I'm not sure if I have to work tonight or not."

Temari clicked her tongue putting her hands on her hips. "I'm not okay with you working so hard especially at night at a place like that."

"It's fine, I assure you." Sakura assured

"It's not but ok. Are you gonna be ok? You gave me a bit of a scare." Temari asked.

"Yeah, just morning sickness at its finest."

"Do you want a ride home?"

"Oh no thank you. You've done enough."

"Do you want some muffins to take with you?"

"I'm pretty sure my baby doesn't like bananas." Sakura chuckled lightly. "But, thanks Temari." The blonde handed her a business card with her name and phone number on it.

"If you need anything, call." Sakura nodded her head and headed out with the little bit of dignity she had left. When she finally reached her home at the time of exactly 10:34, she remained true to her words and collapsed into the softness of her mattress neglecting to undress let alone take off her shoes. She pulled out her phone and the business card. She had better enter in Temari's number before she lost the card, she reasoned. However, before she could even begin the process of creating a new contact she saw something that nearly stopped her heart.

Gaara Sabaku's phone number.