Sorry for any mistakes. Just some similarly sleep-deprived writing.
Temari had always a light sleeper, but the past several months of pregnancy had magnified it to the degree that she'd practically become an insomniac. Sneaking naps during the day when she could. She once joked with Shikamaru that she should probably just set up a cot in the bathroom. It would be easier for her to sleep without having to make constant runs in the middle of the night to pee. (She later realized she'd only been half-joking. She would do practically anything if it meant sleeping more soundly.)
She'd also hoped that things would go smoothly in the weeks that Shikamaru had off to be at home to help her with the baby being born. Unfortunately, he'd suddenly come down with a virus on the first day and she'd confined him to bed after he'd vomited up the remnants of his dinner, draping a cool cloth over his forehead.
And that was how Temari found herself awake yet again at three in the morning, standing in the kitchen, boiling a kettle of water for tea.
Half-conscious and lost in her own thoughts, she rubbed at her stomach, trying to ignore the cramping. It was perfectly normal for the last stage, but it was rather uncomfortable. The contractions gradually faded, but then returned again quickly. Some slight anxiety began to bubble within her. She decided she'd give it another few minutes - and when they only began to intensify, she sighed, quickly making her way to the bedroom.
Why now of all times?
"Shikamaru." Temari shook his shoulder to wake him.
He blinked groggily, scratching at his unshaven face. "Is the tea ready?"
"Um. I think I'm in labor." She explained.
He was out of bed in a flash, although he stumbled a little as he stood, holding his head.
"Hey, don't faint on me right now, okay?" Temari laughed a little nervously.
"I stood up too quickly. It's fine." He brushed it off and went to rummage in their closet.
"You still have a fever, so try to take it easy." Temari pointed out.
"Really, it's fine." He sighed as he draped a jacket and scarf over her shoulders and pushed a knit cap onto her head. He then pulled on his own and the two trudged into the entranceway to slip on their shoes.
They probably both looked ridiculous in their pajamas, and Temari in her piles of winter gear, shuffling out into the quiet streets of the Leaf Village.
Shikamaru looked more than a little ill, too. "I hadn't really accounted for sudden viruses in this situation, to be honest. I'm not sure if I wanna hurl because I'm sick or because of the baby. At least the hospital isn't too far. It'll probably be just fine and go the way it was meant to anyway, though. It's not too much of a hindrance…" He rambled on.
Temari took a deep breath as another contraction passed. "Shikamaru, shut up."
She stopped mid-stride as a thought hit her. She then exhaled, staring up at the snow softly falling down from the dark sky. "Oh, shit. There's a problem."
Immediately, Shikamaru rushed to her side, grasping her hand. Clearly trying to shove down his panic. "What is it? Are you alright?! What's the matter?!"
Placing a hand on his shoulder, she looked him in the eye, attempting to calm him.
"I left the kettle on."
