Sakura flopped into the bed at the inn. Yuki had been dropped off to the hospital, and the two had gotten a room for one more night.

"I don't think I've ever been so tired." Sakura hadn't even taken off her clothes yet as she sunk deeper into the bed.

"Well, you do have to sustain two now."

Sakura finally sat up and ran her fingers through her hair. "I know. It's crazy. There's a life in there."

The silence that followed was too much for Sakura. She padded to the bathroom, stripping and ready for a shower. Sasuke frowned as she closed the door. The lack of invitation was perturbing. He took off his cloak and changed into more comfortable attire.

He rummaged through his bag and took out his most recent book. The library system adopted between the Allied villages was convenient. As long as he dropped it somewhere allies roamed, he could pick up another. It was far easy than years ago when he had not-so-accidentally acquired books while on missions and wandering.

The book was weirdly appropriate. It was a tale of fatherhood. He certainly hadn't picked it because he was going to be a father, but alas, picking up a favorable trait or seven would certainly be to his benefit.

As the bathroom door opened and Sakura switched the towel from her body to her hair, any man would be an idiot not to admire her. Though, Sasuke did notice the one small difference in her body. Sakura had always been slim. Despite her incessant need to diet in her youth, she was a lean person by nature. How had he not noticed the small curve beginning to form?

Sakura turned and made eye contact with him. She went to open her mouth and snap, but as she realized that he was staring at her she flushed. As she turned to find some pajamas, she tucked a stray piece of her behind her reddened ears.

"You know, staring isn't polite."

"The things I want to do to you aren't polite."

Sakura didn't know if her blush could get any deeper and her hypothesis that it could not was tested as hands wraps around her waist.


Sakura nuzzled into Sasuke's shoulder blades. "You know, you were sweet to that boy."

"Yuki."

"Yeah, I mean, you could have left it to the police."

There was long pause. One mistake people made was thinking if Sasuke didn't say something immediately, that he was going to say nothing at all. Sakura had slowly, but surely come to realize otherwise. Stay silent just long enough and you'll get a response.

"They wouldn't have noticed in time."

Sakura wrinkled her nose. "I remember this kid, he doesn't have parents. He's so young, someone has to watch him."

"He has a grandmother." Sakura hummed gently into Sasuke's back. "She's useless."

Sakura twirled her fingers into the back of Sasuke's hair. The curliness of it always caught her off guard.

"I'm sure she's not useless-"

Sasuke turned abruptly to face Sakura. "She didn't know where he was for three days."

Sakura frowned. "Useless," she agreed.

They both laid back down and Sakura sighed as she counted the dots of the ceiling for the second time and got a different number.

"You'll be a wonderful father, dear."

Sakura was sure she could actually hear Sasuke rolling his eyes.

"Really, Sasuke. I mean it." An audible snort followed.

"My father figures were my actual father, Orochimaru and Kakashi." Sakura took a long breath and turned so that she could lay and look up at her husband.

"Well you have plenty of examples of what not to do. But, take the good things from them too. Kakashi is loyal and funny, those are good. From what I know your father seemed disciplined, that's a good trait. Well… Orochimaru was, uh, he was…"

Sasuke raised a brow at Sakura and she frowned. Contrary to popular belief, Sasuke wasn't the only competitive Uchiha.

"Creative. Yeah, creative. The creativity, but misplaced, but that's a good trait."

Sasuke glanced down at his wife who was smiling up at him with a goofy smile and stroked her hair. "And you're compassionate and strong."

Sakura's grin only widened.

"So, our child is going to be funny, loyal, disciplined, creative, compassionate and strong." Sakura bit her lip for a moment as she pictured her future child. "I think we hit the jackpot."

Sasuke smiled back, not sure what words should follow. Instead her stroked his wife's hair and allowed her to fall into a deep sleep.

Finally, the words hit him. Luckily, she was asleep because she hated when he said them.

"Thank you."


"She's really scary." Yuki glanced up at Sasuke in horror as he heard Sakura yelling just beyond the doorway.

Sasuke nodded, completely aware of how utterly terrifying his wife could become. "Very."

Sakura stomped her foot and felt her blood-pressure rising. "Three days! Three days! If it was for me he'd be dead!"

"And better off! Boy living a traumatic life-"

"Better off? Better off! Do you hear this director! Do you even want this child? Where is the police marshall?"

The Director had backed up into the wall, allowing Sakura to take over the conversation with Yuki's grandmother. Who had only decided to show up to the hospital a full day after Yuki had arrived.

"Are you implying I am a poor care-giver?"

"I'm not implying anything. I am telling you that you're incompetent to care for this child."

The director coughed and both woman turned to glare at him.

"I believe we should wait until the police Marshall arrives to determine Yuki's custody."

Sakura rolled her eyes and Yuki's grandmother turned an even more aggressive shade of red.

"My custody?"

Sakura went to open her mouth, but the director intercepted her snarls. "Sakura, Miss Uchiha, why don't you go relax for a moment? Your husband is with Yuki. That maybe a good-"

"I know where my husband is, thank you very much." Spinning on her heel, Sakura walked the four doors down to the hospital room.

Yuki threw himself under the covers and Sakura smiled softly, her demeanor suddenly so gentle. Sasuke watched in awe as her muscles completely relaxed and the smile was genuine. She wasn't going to show Yuki how upset she was. Her control was impeccable, as expected.

"Yuki, dear." Sakura slid onto the bed next to hit and peeked under the blankets. "How are you feeling?"

Yuki turned his head and wrinkled his nose. "How'd you do that?"

"How'd I do what?"

"You were just scary! Horrifying! You might be part dragon and now, now you're so nice. It's like you're a new person! Are you a shape-shifter?"

Sakura briefly glanced up at Sasuke who offered no more than a shrug.

"Well, Yuki. I'm not mad at you-"

"You're mad at my grandmother."

"Frustrated would be a better word."

Yuki rolled his eyes and Sakura spared another look at Sasuke. The nerve of this child.

"Frustrated is the same thing as mad."

Sakura shrugged, not wanting to argue with a child. "That's a good assessment. What are you feeling right now?"

It was Yuki's turn to look at Sasuke. Sasuke nodded to him, encouraging him to continue. "Well, shinobi aren't supposed to have feelings."

Sakura took a long sigh. "Shinobi have a lot of feelings, but your feelings can't affect your work. That's the important part."

"If I'm not with grandma anymore, where will I go?"

"Well, do you want to be with your grandmother?" Sakura wasn't beating around the bush. If the boy loved his grandmother and wanted to stay she wouldn't imposed.

"Well, no. She's smelly and she always forgets to cook lunch and dinner. We always have breakfast, but it's usually cereal and I hate cereal. The milk hurts my stomach. But I don't know where else to go."

"You could come to Konoha." It wasn't Sakura who spoke. In fact, the comment made Sakura nearly fall out of her seat, but the ever-composed kunoichi she shook it off with a small chuckle.

"We do know the Hokage pretty well, and I run a place I think you would like a lot."

Yuki's face was unreadable, but before anyone could talk further Sakura heard the police force arrive and nearly flew out of the room.

Yuki was still looking down at his hands and when he finally looked up at Sasuke, tears were falling. "You want me to go there? To your home?"

Sasuke nodded, feeling a strange emotion in him. He didn't want to adopt the child. Lord knows one child was more than enough, but Konoha had a system for dealing with orphans that was better than dumping them with neglectful grandparents. He could stay in the clinic and then eventually be moved into an apartment. It wasn't that Sasuke wanted to keep an eye on the boy, though it would be beneficial if he kept training him. However, that wasn't a deciding factor. Surely.

Sasuke cringed as he head what was more than likely the sound of Sakura shoving someone into, and maybe through a wall.

"…pregnant…mess with me!... yes… I'll…cleared… Kakashi… Thirty… Obviously… Today… discharged…. " Sakura shook his head at what he could make out from Sakura's conversation.

"Well, you're coming back to Konoha. And yes, I want you there. You'll learn things more quickly."


Sakura had always been sure she was the more patient person in the relationship. Until the past week anyway. She chalked her impatience with Yuki up to hormones, but god that child could talk. And he walked slow. And complained. And Sasuke was weirdly smitten with him. He reminded Sakura of Naruto in more ways than one and she was sure he old annoyed feelings toward him were exactly what was bubbling up.

Luckily, only Sasuke could sense her poise slipping as the boy complained for the fourth time that hour that they weren't there yet.

"Well, Yuki, the monument-"

"You mean the weird faces-" And he interrupted every single sentence.

"- the Hokage monument is super close. If we move quickly we're looking at fifteen more minutes."

They did not move quickly. In fact, it took an entire hour for them to arrive at the gates. Sakura's typical pleasant demeanor was nowhere to be found by the time they reached Kakashi's office.

"Why are you wearing a mask?" Sasuke whacked the back of Yuki's head.

"Uh- I mean hello Lord- What number-Sixth? God that's a lot of-" Another whack, this time from Sakura.

Kakashi smiled and rubbed the back of his head. "Ah, hello. Kakashi is fine. You must be Yuki. Shizune here will help you find yourself at home in the clinic. You'll start academy in two days."

Shizune nodded and went to take the boy but he took two steps back and was all but inside of Sasuke's cloak. Sasuke sighed and nudged him forward. "Go. Stop being a scared-"

"I'm not scared! Whatever grump face!" Yuki definitely stomped out of the office which Shizune chasing after him.

"Reminds me of someone."

"Tell me about it." Sakura slumped into the chair and Kakashi spared Sasuke a glance. Sasuke shrugged and leaned against the wall. Sakura had been irritable lately, Sasuke figured creating a baby was exhausting. He'd be grumpy too.

"Are you two planning to stay long?"

"No," Sakura snapped, earning an glanced from both men in the room.

"What? The last thing I need right now is all of these pregnant people parading around and Naruto and Ino are just too loud right now. I want to sit and have quiet. And I'm going to see Lady Tsunade." Sakura jumped off of her chair and strut out of the room.

Kakashi glanced back at Sasuke. "She's…different."

"She doesn't care to filter herself now." Sakura had gone on an entire spiel about how she was absolutely not dealing with anything anyone was throwing at her because she was going growing a baby and shouldn't have to deal with stupid problems. Sasuke had doubted an inner-Sakura actually existed, but this alter-ego was in full swing the past week.

Sasuke left the room with a small gesture of farewell. He supposed congratulating Naruto in person would be the proper etiquette.


"He wasn't mad by the way. You underestimate him, as usual." Sakura sighed, wishing she could throw back some liquor right now. Up until the past few weeks, Sakura was positive she didn't have a liquor problem. Now as she watched her mentor have what she couldn't, she considered that moderation wasn't such a bad thing.

"If he didn't give me a reason to underestimate him, I wouldn't! And I don't believe you. I bet you two fought."

Sakura rolled her eyes. "He may have left…to a different dimension." Tsunade rolled her eyes and threw back another cup. "But he came right back."

"Congratulations, he only sucked as a husband a little this time!"

"Can you just be happy?"

Tsunade huffed. "I am happy! It's basically my grandchild. It's an Uchiha spawn-"

"I'm an Uchiha wife!"

Another huff. "Believe, I am well aware."

Sakura groaned and picked at the fruit on the table. "The clan wars ended a century ago. I don't understand how this is still a thing. People died so our clans could live in harmony."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just eat your fruit."


"Hinata is getting huge, it's crazy. Don't tell her I said that, it's not in a bad way, but I don't think she'd like that."

"Yeah, woman don't like to be called huge, idiot."

Sasuke sunk into the bath with Naruto and closed his eyes. The baths were marvelous. Warm, serene and typically…quiet.

"Don't you have a question for me?"

Sasuke perked a brow at Naruto.

"Ya know, considering I asked you to be a god-father…"

"We haven't discussed that yet."

Sasuke sighed. He had already fought Naruto the entire way here. He was going to be an abysmal god-father of the child. He was going to be traveling again soon and he could barely raise his own child, let alone guide another. Sasuke still wasn't sure how Naruto had talked into agreeing.

Then again, Sasuke was never sure how he ended up agreeing with Naruto on much of anything.

"What is there to discuss? It's not like either of you have any better man best friends!"

Sasuke smirked. "I mean Kiba's name did come up."

"I bet it did. Especially after Sakura fucked him that one time."

"What?" Sasuke's mouth went dry. Inuzuka Kiba. The dog boy who was a more vile, less caring version of Naruto? Sakura had sex with him? And Sasuke realized, Why did his and Naruto's conversation in this bath house always revolve around Sakura's sex life? They needed to pick a new spot.

Naruto slunk a few paces away. "You didn't know. Well before she shacked up with Kaii… she went a little wild. Kiba is the only one you know."

Sasuke closed his eyes and tried to not contemplate the forty-seven different ways he had already devised to dismember the dog-boy.

"She was drunk if that helps." Sasuke sighed and centered his breathing. It was literally his own fault she had been with other people. Not hers. She had only done what was natural when they man you love leaves without a word.


"Kiba." Sasuke said it as he opened the door to their home.

Sakura looked up from the stove and shrugged. "Yes?"

"You. Kiba." Sasuke cursed the fact he couldn't discuss the facts of the matter with her. Or the fact he wanted to discuss that at all.

Realization wafted over Sakura's face, and then her eye twitched and the spoon in her hand flew across the kitchen. "I told Naruto we don't speak about that!" She grunted and threw off her apron on her way out the door.

Sasuke was not saved from her tirade, however, as her fingers plunged into his chest. "And do we have to have the conversation where we talk about how you are not allowed to judge my previous sex life?"

Sasuke could rattle off the things he feared in quick succession and his wife was easily the first, so like any intelligent being he shook his head. He absolutely did not need to have that conversation. However, it seemed as though Naruto was about to have a similar one.


A/N: Longest chapter yet to make up for the fact it's taken me forever to update? :) Sorry about that btw, I graduated college and opened my new facility at work, so I've been crazy busy. Alas! I hope you enjoyed!

Friendly reminder while reading this alone is fine...reading Healing and Sakura's Sexcapades will really help this story have much more depth (considering it's a sequel and all). :)

Reviews are greatly appreciated!

Thanks for reading :D