It's four thirty in the freaking morning. Why the crap am I posting this now? Well...too late I guess. It's done, so I might as well. And see, I told you I'd get this one up fast.

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With a grunt Sasuke collapsed on his bed. He was tired from his mission, and his head hurt from his cold. He sniffed. He hated being sick. Pulling the blankets around his body, he pushed his head in the pillow. He tried to draw a deep breath, but the mucus clogging his nose didn't allow it. And his head was killing him, the pounding feeling like someone was beating a hammer over his head repeatedly. He shivered.

"Sasuke…" he heard a voice call from the doorway. He moaned in acknowledgement. He didn't register her coming closer to him, but she was there, her cool hands brushing his hair out of his face.

"Nng…it hurts," he whined to her, rolling over to keep warm.

"You shouldn't have gone on the mission," she told him in a concerned tone, wringing her hands. She never reprimanded. It was unlike her to criticize him. But she had known he was too sick to go even before he'd left. He'd told her the mission was a D-rank and it would be easy. She shook her head and looked down at him. "Do you want me to bring you something?"

"Warm…" was his answer before he closed his eyes and shivered.

Hinata sighed and moved away to go to make him some tea. Boiling the water, she walked to the closet and found another comforter. She spread it over him, sitting down on the bed and rubbing his head. She hummed lightly. "Oh, Sasuke," she whispered. "You need to stop being so stubborn. I can't…"

He was still awake and could hear her talking. He smirked through a sniff. "Am I really that stubborn?"

She blushed because she had thought he was asleep. "I…uh, the water's probably boiling." She stood up and walked away. Sasuke frowned but rolled over, closing his eyes to rest more.

Hinata walked into the kitchen, composing herself. If she had said it out loud…and he was eavesdropping. She would have passed out in embarrassment. The water was boiling like she thought it would be so she shifted her focus onto making tea. She finished, picking the cup up and walking back into the bedroom. "Here," she said quietly, setting the tea on the nightstand.

His eyes opened, and he looked over. Her brows were furrowed in worry, so he sighed sitting up, ignoring how terrible he felt. "Come here," he said, gesturing at the spot on the bed beside him. She complied silently, lying down on the bed and propping her head and shoulders up on her pillow. "You look worried."

She nodded and said, "You're sick."

He nodded and took a sip of tea. "That's good," he remarked of the drink when he swallowed.

Hinata blushed and turned her head away. Her gaze wandered out the window. The blue sky contained few clouds and the trees swayed in the wind. She wished the spring would come just a little faster. So she could feel the sunshine on her skin and tend to her garden.

She jumped when she felt Sasuke's head on her stomach. She grasped at it instinctively and then relaxed. She grabbed a few strands of his hair between her fingers. Taking a deep breath and bolstering her resolve, she said, "Sasuke…I have something to tell you." He glanced up her. "It's important."

"What?" he said, his eyes closing once more.

"I…we…I," she stuttered.

Sasuke waited patiently. It had to be very distressing for her if she was this flustered. "Keep going," he said quietly, prompting her to continue.

He looked up at her, to watch her jaw flex as she searched for the words to say. "A baby," she finally said. "We're going to have a baby."

Sasuke bolted upright, which he regretted when his head started pounding and the room spun. He rubbed his throbbing temple, trying to will away the pain. Hinata had a hold on his arm so that he wouldn't fall over. "Are you okay?" she whispered.

He nodded silently, and laid his head back down on his pillow. "Yeah, I'm fine," he strained out, eyes closed and brows furrowed in pain.

"I shouldn't have told you right now," Hinata said, wringing her hands together as she looked over at him.

He shook his head, looking up at her with now eyes full of wonder and a smile on his face. "No, I'm glad you told me. Even if I put myself through physical pain while expressing my elation." He gave her a smirk.

She let out a sigh of relief. "Okay."

She had of course effectively gotten Sasuke's attention. So he wanted to know the details even though he probably should have been trying to rest. "When did you find out?" he asked.

"Just yesterday," she said, looking over at him with a smile. "I would have told you then, but you were gone."

Sasuke was staring at her, still glowing with happiness, even though he looked sick. He laid his head back down on his pillow. "So, I'm going to be a father?" he mused aloud to himself.

"Yes," she said quietly. "It's what you've always wanted."

He glanced over at her in concern. "You want it too. Right?"

"Of course," she said, giving him a soft smile. "It's one of the things I want most. You are the other."

Sasuke smiled. "I'm the other? Surely, you could have found someone better."

She leaned over him and smiled. "Really? There is someone better out there? Who would that be?" she asked.

Sasuke seemed to think about it, but when he opened his mouth a sneeze came out instead of words. Hinata made a face as she felt his snot and saliva spray on her neck and face. "Ew," she said, rubbing it off, semi-glaring at him.

Sasuke cocked his brows in surprise at her almost angry behavior. "Sorry," he said sheepishly, sniffling.

She sighed, saying, "It's okay." She situated herself in bed then, curling up beside him. "Just go to sleep. We'll talk about it later." Sasuke wanted to talk about it then, but it he really was in no condition for it. So with a sigh, he rolled over to his side, putting and arm around Hinata's waist and fell asleep.

When Hinata knew that he was asleep she got out of the bed. She washed her face off, as well as her hands. She would probably end up sick too, but she was going to at least take the necessary precautions to make it less likely. The sun had only just set when Sasuke had gone to sleep. It wasn't very late, considering it was February and had only been dark for an hour.

She made herself some dinner and ate it. She couldn't help but think about what the future held now that she was going to be a mother. And there was the issue of the mixed bloodlines that would probably have to be considered as well. Hinata had no idea what the result would be. Five of the other parties involved in her life were interested as well. Her father wanted to know. Neji and Hanabi both had an interest in the subject. Tsunade, who still possessed the title of Hokage, although not for much longer, had been interested in the subject, not just from the village head perspective but from a medical perspective as well. And of course, there was Sasuke. Sasuke, who Hinata knew had done research on the subject trying to figure it out.

She smiled. Sasuke was always so devoted. He never did anything half-heartedly. He'd either do something or he wouldn't. It was a simple as though. Though his personality was much more complex, his decisions always focused around his goals and dreams. He was willing to do anything to get what he wanted. Joining Orochimaru was one of the more notable of those decisions. She was also one of his decisions, though she doubted how much he had decided when it came to their relationship. To her, it had seemed like he'd reached a conclusion and then took his time waiting for the right opportunity to tell her. Of course, he'd been patient and steadfast and subtle in his wooing of her.

Hinata finished eating. She went to go sit down on the couch and relax for a bit. She noticed a book on the living room floor. History of the Sharingan. She shook her head. This was definitely Sasuke's and it was just like him to have left it on the floor. Hinata opened it, trying to read. The language was old and hard to understand. She was grateful for the interruption when there was a knock on the door. She put the book down on the lamp stand and stood up.

Neji greeted her when she opened the door. "Hinata-sama," he said, bowing his head in respect.

"Neji-nii-san," she replied. "It's good to see you. Please come in."

"Thank you," he replied. "I was coming to check on you. I heard that Sasuke wasn't feeling well."

Hinata nodded. "Yes. He's got a pretty bad head cold. He'll be okay in a few days though."

"Do you need me to get you anything?" he asked her.

"Oh no. Please don't go to the trouble. I'll be fine," she said, embarrassed.

Neji nodded, and smiled. "You seem a little different, Hinata," he said, observing her with the Byakugan activated.

She glared at him. "You're invading my privacy," she said.

He chuckled. "That proves it," he said, almost smirking. "If the way your chakra seems a little off wasn't enough proof, the new moodiness does."

She gave him a questioning look, face softening in concern. "What?" she asked.

"Come on, Hinata," Neji prodded quietly. "Just tell me. It's only two words. I promise I'll let you tell your father and Hanabi."

Hinata sighed. "Fine. But you better keep your promise. Or I will make you stay in the Branch house forever."

Neji's eyes turned serious at that. "You have my word," he said solemnly. "I'll keep it a secret for you to tell them yourself."

"Okay," Hinata said, drawing a deep breath. She focused on the words, willing herself to spit them out. "Neji…I'm…I…I'm…Sasuke and I…we're going to…have a baby."

She looked at him to gauge his reaction. He smiled at her happily. "That was more than two words," he said, teasing her.

"Neji," she complained.

She was surprised when he got up and hugged her. "I'm happy for you Hinata," he said into her ear. "Your father will be pleased. I'm sure your husband is even more pleased."

"He is," Hinata answered with a smile.

"Hinata…" said husband called.

"Sounds like he's awake," Neji said, releasing her. "You ought to go tell Hiashi as soon as possible."

Hinata nodded. "Thanks, nii-san."

"Goodbye," he said as he walked out the door. Hinata closed the door, and turned around to see Sasuke come towards her.

"Who was here?" he asked, confused.

"It was only Neji. He wanted to make sure I'd be okay by myself with you sick."

"Oh," Sasuke said, sitting down on the couch. "That was nice of him."

Hinata shook her head. "Go back to bed."

He looked over at her. "The snot keeps running out of my nose. And I can't breathe."

"Sasuke," Hinata reprimanded, "go back to bed, before I make you. You're sick and need rest if you want to get better."

Dealing with a sick Sasuke was almost like dealing with a belligerent child. But eventually Hinata persuaded him to go back to bed. It was late at that point, so she went to bed as well. She climbed in. Sasuke was out like a light. It took her longer to finally coax herself to sleep. She was thinking about how she'd tell her father. Hiashi. An intimidating man who'd ridiculed her when she was younger. She would make him proud now. She'd give him a grandchild. A grandchild with superior bloodlines that surpassed both the Sharingan and the Byakugan combined. She'd make him proud.


Bleh...I don't think I'm going to write the part with Hiashi. Though Hanabi will probably make an appearance and make perverted comments. Just cause that sounds like too much fun to not do. I don't know when I'm going to update this one next. Probably after I update Desert Flower. I'll be working on my other SasuHina too. You all should check ou the first chapter. Look on my profile for a story called Destiny. Thanks so much and leave me some reviews :D