Author Note:
Okay, I went back and looked at this story. I realized...I was a horrible writer. When I started, that is. I do pray I have gotten better.
:D
Disclaimer: I own THIS story, but the ORIGINAL is not mine. I took it from a movie called the Wedding Date with Debra messing and Dermot Mulroney as there main actors. Nor do i own naruto characters.
Chapter Eight
My Mother
Prepare Yourself
He rang the doorbell and was answered by a somewhat old woman.
She seemed happy - almost like she was too happy.
Sakura stepped out of Gaara's arm. "Hey mom, how are you?" Her tone cheerful but irritated, and somehow snappy all in one.
Gaara watched as his 'supposed' fiancé, changed from a somewhat-happy go lucky girl into a frigid none to friendly girl. She really doesn't like them, does she? Gaara turned his face to the older woman at the door. Sakura doesn't even favor her mother. He watched for a few minutes as the two kept their cool as they talked to each other. Gaara knew that Sakura wasn't in the mood to talk to her, so he ever so quietly set the bags he was carrying down and ever so gently wrapped his arms back around her and laid his chin down on her shoulder. "Hello."
Sakura was talking to her mom when she felt a slight weight around her waist and on her shoulder. A soft smile suddenly was splayed across her face, while a somewhat shocked mother stood before them. "Mom, meet my fiancé. Gaara Sabaku," was here soft reply. A surprised smile was on her mother's face. Sakura gave a smile as her mother said "Sabaku! as in Sabaku and Hyuuga Industries?"
"Yes that would be me, ma'am", Gaara gave her one of his cheshire cat grins before he released Sakura to pick up the bags.
"Oh! Don't worry about those. We have people for that." She smiled.
Gaara gave her a smile and wrapped his arms back around Sakura and laid his head back on her shoulder as they stepped into the house. Gaara walked into the huge estate with his arms around Sakura. They moved towards the huge living room. He met…..the WHOLE family.
Sakura hid her shock as she walked with Gaara to meet and greet. Not once had he let her go. His arms stayed around her waist the entire time. It amazed her. He kept his cool while meeting her family and never let go.
As Gaara dealt with all the people he was meeting he kept Sakura close no matter what. After he had greeted and met the whole family, they sat down to chat more. Gaara was sitting on the nice plaid couch with Sakura in his lap leaning against him.
Sakura yawned.
He gave a soft smile while saying, "I think it's time for bed we're both a little jet lagged.
Caroline, Sakura's mother, stood saying, "Oh! My! I am so sorry for keeping you both up so late, I'll show you to your room."
Gaara and Sakura walked up the stairs side by side. "So how long have you known my daughter?"
He looked over at Sakura before replying, "About a year and a half now."
"Oh, well I hope your treating her right, I would have loved to have met you before now but as you probably know Sakura hasn't been home in 7 years." Caroline's tone was colored with irritation and something he couldn't detect.
"Well that's not entirely my fault now is it mom?" Sakura said in a frustrated voice. "You know exactly why I left."
Caroline scoffed. "Must you continue with these lies?"
Sakura bristled slightly. "They are not lies."
Caroline scoffed once more and waved her hand in the air in a dismissive manner. "Just stop Sakura. We both know you are lying." She shook her head. "The pressure got to you and you just quit - like you do all of the time." Her hands moved to her hips. "And now you work at an airport. You sing, paint, and write poetry - none of this will get you anywhere in life." Her tone condescending and cruel.
Sakura's eyes widened. "You have never even seen any of my paintings, and beside I'm only doing that on the side right on." Her fists clenched in anger. "And if you bothered to call you'd know.'
Her mother rolled her eyes. "Know what?"
"I quit my job at the Suna Winds Airpo-"
"See? Another job you didn't complete." Caroline smirked.
Sakura growled. "Dammit! I'm a freaking doctor!" Her tinkling voice rose in anger. "A neurosurgeon!" Sakura scoffed and shook her head. "Do you even know what that is?" Her hands flailed around her. "Hell, I guess I should also minor in cardiology."
Caroline tilted her head to the side. "Of course you are dear." She shook her head. "You know, if you would have stayed and married Itachi or even Sasuke - we would have known." Her tone was sweet and smooth. Her underlying meaning quite clear - Honey there is no way you could ever be that smart. Her smile as fake as her nose.
Sakura heaved sigh. "Mother!" She cried out indignantly. "You know exactly why I didn't marry either." She hissed. "And if I remember correctly. You told me not to return."
Caroline shook her head. "No, I told you not to return until you stopped lying."
Sakura let out a strangled scream behind her closed lips. "I am not lying!" A tear slid down her cheek. I hate her! She twisted mid stride and ran to her room.
Gaara looked at where Sakura was last standing. He blinked a couple of times before turning to her mother. He gave her a hard glare and then picked up their bags. "I use to wonder why she didn't want to come home." He shook his head. "I think I understand now. If I had a mother like you, I wouldn't come home either." Gaara walked away - leaving a stunned Caroline on the stairs.
He stumbled down the hall way looking for Sakura's room. He reached the end of the hallway and was about to turn around when he saw a black cherry wood door that looked out of place from all the others. He knew it was her door. It just stood out compared to the rest and there was the point that her name was on the door in sparkly black letters outlined in pink. Gaara heaved a sigh. Setting the bags down he knocked on the door.
"Unless your my fiancé leave me the hell alone."
Gaara quietly opened the door and put the carryon luggage down. The rest had already been dropped off. He slowly and calmly walked over to Sakura's side of the bed. He sat down on the edge of the bed and started to rub her back while creating odd patterns on it.
Sakura gave sigh and turned around to greet him with tears streaming down her face. "She gets to me every time, it's like she can't be happy with anything I do, yet she's always happy with my younger sister who doesn't and has never done anything with her life." She whipped at the tears falling. "People have always done it for her."
Gaara turned a little bit more and scooped her up into his arms so he could lean against the headboard while she leaned against his chest.
Sakura was happy with that as she cried out all the stuff her mother never gave her credit for while mumbling incoherent things.
Gaara just sat there and let her cry it all out. After he was sure she was finished he pulled her back to look at her. Gaara gave her a soft smile as he whipped at the tear trails down her cheeks. His voice was soft and soothing as he spoke gently and lovingly. "Come on, it's time for bed."
Sakura gave a short nod while she got up to get a change of clothes, then she went to the bath room. When she came out she found Gaara already in bed with his hands behind his head while he waited patiently for her. Once she was on her side of the bed she told him good night then turned off the light to fall into a dream filled sleep.
The Next Morning
Sakura woke up in a pair of strong muscular arms. One was wrapped around her waist while the other was wrapped around her shoulder blades - pillowing her head slightly. Her arms where around his waist. She tried to scoot away from him but every time she did he would pull her closer. Sakura finally gave up and tried to wake him. She pouted when he didn't budge. "How in the world are you such a heavy sleeper if you wake up so early?"
After about 10 minutes she just gave up and tried to go back to sleep, which would have surprised her if she wasn't asleep already.
Sakura and Gaara woke up about an hour later. They were still in the same position. After a few awkward moments they separated and got out of bed to prepare for the day.
Once they were finished and heading for the door Gaara asked
Gaara linked their hands together as he questioned her. "How long ago where you and Itachi engaged?"
Sakura frowned. "Seven years ago." Her tone was even - hidden with the tone, telling him to drop it.
Gaara gave her a knowing look and a small nod.
Sakura was wearing a black sundress with little red sakura blossoms all over it, a pair of 1/2 in black stilettos.
Gaara was wearing a black armonie suit with a white shirt and a red tie. This brought out his hair ever more.
Sakura stared openly at her fiancé. "Damn your fine."
Gaara chuckled. A smirked wormed its way onto his lips. He pulled her in front of him. His arms wrapped around her waist. "Is my Blossom falling for me?"
Sakura's cheeks turn a deep shade of red."H-hell no. I would never." I'm not falling for him….right?
Gaara watched as a charade of emotions passed back and forth over Sakura's face. He smirked. Gaara stopped a maid and asked where everyone was.
"Some left earlier - for earns. The reception starts in about 30 minutes. I suggest you hurry."
As they made their way to the car her father was letting them borrow.
Sakura stopped him. "I don't want to go."
Gaara gave her a funny look, grabbed her arm and said "well you are so let's go."
Sakura gave him a dirty look. "I'm not, and you can't make me."
Gaara gave her a look that said 'you wanna bet on that'.
Sakura shook her head no so Gaara did the next best thing. He...
