Sakura paced around the room, a million thoughts raced throughout her head. What if the food was cold by now? Where was Sasuke? Was he not coming home? What if he already ate? She pulled out her phone, checking to see if he had responded to her text.
No new messages.
Sighing, she reached for her glass of water on the counter. Pressing the glass to her lips, she immediately gulped it down. God, she was losing it. Although she promised today would be the day she'd tell him, she was having second thoughts. There were many possible ways that Sasuke could react. Unfortunately, a majority of them wouldn't end well for her.
"I'm home," her boyfriend shouted from the entrance. She paled at the sound of his voice, she wasn't ready. She needed more time to prepare herself!
"Hey Sakura, did you here me?" He had already taken off his coat and glasses. Nervously, she nodded, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek.
"H-how was work?" She scurried over to the fridge to grab him a beer. Cracking it open first, she passed him the can. Thanking her, he took a sip.
"Fine, so are you up for delivery, or do you want to go out instead," he asked, leaning against the counter. Shaking her head, she motioned toward the set table.
"Actually, I made dinner." The look of surprise on his face was evident. If the situation she was in wasn't so serious, she would have grinned. It wasn't everyday she caught him off guard.
As they sat and ate, she would constantly glance at him, praying for a positive reaction. He hadn't said anything about the meal so far. His face wasn't giving anything away either. Sometimes she wishes he wasn't so unreadable.
"How is it," she finally asked. He didn't bother looking up.
"It's editable."
"Sorry it's bad, I haven't cooked in ages, I'm a little rusty," she giggled.
"I didn't say it was bad, it's fine." The conversation ended there. They hadn't said much afterwards besides Sasuke asking for extra rice. It didn't seem like the meal was too bad, so that boosted her confidence somewhat.
Once clearing the table, the two washed the dishes before cuddling up on the couch. Though Sakura was doing most of the cuddling, Sasuke was finishing up on leftover paperwork. This would be the perfect time to tell him.
All she had to do was say it. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. He probably wouldn't even yell at her! Yes, she would tell him right now. The second she opened her mouth, the Uchiha had lifted himself off the couch.
"I'm gonna go shower, want to join me?" Any other time she would have said yes. But yet again, she had more important things to deal with. There was no time for shower fun. Shaking her head, she replied that she'd shower in the guest restroom.
She stood under steamy hot water, thinking of possible ways to tell him now. Yet nothing came to mind. Of all times to ruin the moment, Sasuke had picked the best. It had taken forever for her to gather up that much courage earlier.
Sighing, she ran a hand through her wet tresses. Tonight was not working out the way she planned.
After finishing her nightly routine, Sakura headed upstairs to her room. It wasn't actually her room, in fact, she shared it with Sasuke. But she spent do much time over at his house that she considered it her's as well.
When she entered the room, Sasuke awaited her with a furious look on his face. Before she could have asked what was wrong, she froze in place. Trembling slightly, she took a few steps steps back.
"Sakura, do you mind telling me why you have a stash of pregnancy test underneath my bathroom sink?"
"I swear I can explain."
"Alright, go ahead and explain," he growled, sitting himself down on their bed. She was going to tell him. He was going to find out. The odds weren't looking too great for her though.
"I'm 14 weeks pregnant, soon to be 15..."
"How long have you known?" She tried ignoring the cold feeling she got from hearing him speak.
"About a week."
"And were you planning to tell me?" She finally looked up at him. Though she regretting doing so. She was expecting an angered look toward her. Surprisingly, the only readable expression on his face was disappointment.
Sniffling she places her hands over her face. This was the worst time for her to start crying. Damn hormones, getting her all emotional and what not.
"Yes."
"It's mine right?"
"Of course!" She was bawling now, great. Falling to her knees, she continued holding her hands to her face, trying to control her tears.
Sasuke hadn't said much yet. He was probably contemplating how to break up with her. Not that it would be surprising if he did so. She got pregnant and didn't dare try telling him immediately. God, he must have thought she was horrible.
"Hey, listen..." Kneeling down to her level, the Uchiha patted her on the head, trying to cease her sobs.
"I'm not mad okay, I'm frustrated." She looked up, surprised by the confession. Why wasn't he mad? It was her fault, he should be pissed.
"It takes two, I'm just as responsible as you are, so stop crying."
He wasn't mad, he didn't hate their child, everything was fine. Sakura felt as though a large weight had been lifted off her shoulders. He had told her to stop, but she couldn't help herself. She tackled him to the floor and cried her eyes out.
Groaning, all Sasuke could offer was an awkward pat on her back.
I feel like I'm finally starting to improve! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, and thank you for actually taking the time to read it. It makes me really sad that the story will be coming to an end soon.
