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Chapter 8

She knew that this was going to rough, a challenge beyond compare, something more difficult than she ever expected.

Kakashi gripped her hand tightly. Dressed in their best evening gear, they had taken awhile to get ready for this. Morning sickness had not greeted her in the last couples of weeks, she felt good for once. Her stomach, only slowly swelling up a bit so far, her jet black v lined dress still slightly fitted nicely.

Nerves were getting the better of her, as she felt jittery and sick slightly. Kakashi squeezed her shoulder, kissing her gently on the forehead. Love was all she needed to get through this ordeal and move on.

Taking one more look into her lover's eyes, she knocked on the old brown oak wooden door frame. It took a moment of deep tension. Gulping, the gold door handle slowly opened, the door frame swung open.

A pair of arms immediately grabbed her tightly, yelping in surprise as her father's laugh echoed throughout the quiet street.

"Dad!" She shouted, chuckling slightly.

"Sakura, you know I have to at least annoy you before coming into the home," Suddenly, the older man shifted an eyebrow to Kakashi, who stood awkwardly near Sakura rubbing the back of his head. "Who is this?"

"Kakashi Hatake," Kakashi held out a hand as Sakura's Father raised an eyebrow in suspicion at him.

"Hatake? What a familiar last name you have…." Sakura's Father stared at Kakashi for another moment. Sakura could see how tense Kakashi was but then her Father laughed and patted Kakashi on the back. "How rude of me… I am Sakura's Father but you may call me Kizashi."

"Nice to meet you," Kakashi smiled as the older man ushered them both into the house, shutting the door tightly behind him.


"You are a lot…older than Sakura," Sakura's Mother said slowly, unsure of what words to use while she poured the two of them some tea. The four of them were seated around a glass table filled with many assortments of food. Kakashi sat tense, as Sakura rubbed his knee under the table.

"Yes I am," Kakashi agreed, "But I love her anyways."

"So what do you do for a living?" Kizashi asked.

"Umm…. I guess you can say I do contracts for people."

"What sort of contracts?"

"Mum!" Sakura yelled, "Please stop interrogating him."

Sakura's Mother sighed, sitting next to her husband as they fell into dinner. Rich food spread around as Sakura felt like hitting her head against the wall.

"How did you two meet?" Kizashi asked while chomping on some broccoli.

"At the bar... Mum, Dad. I have an announcement to make."

"You are a prostitute?" Kizashi asked, as Sakura's eyes widened in shock. Kakashi coughed, choking on the drink of water, wiping his mouth and shaking his head. Sakura's mother immediately smacked the back of her husband's head. "What? It would explain why she is in love with him? Hiring each other and stuff, perfect you know."

"You are an idiot Kizashi," Sakura's mother spat at her husband.

"I'm not a prostitute."

"Thank the Lord."

"Alright, with that," Sakura continued, ignoring her Father's hysterical laughing, "I am pregnant."

Kizashi and Sakura's Mother eyes widened as the reality set in. A pin drop could be heard throughout the room as the tension grew. Kakashi adjusted his tie as the awkwardness set in.

"So you are a prostitute…." Another smack to the head made the old man fall to the floor.

"You daughter isn't a prostitute," Kakashi snarled at them, making the other occupants in the room stunned, "She's pregnant, and had spent the entire afternoon trying to prepare to say it because she loves you."

Sakura's mother sighed loudly, walking up to her daughter. "Ignore your father, he's a true fool at the best of times. We will support you in this, as for you," Sakura's Mother turned to Kakashi, who stood up proudly. "You better not leave her, ever in this."

"I wasn't planning to, so don't worry about that."

"Now come here, you can be part of the family," The four of them laughed, hugging each other tightly. Sakura felt safe, proud as she leaned her head against Kakashi. They were going to be okay.


"Kakashi," Sakura said, as they got back to their apartment late in the night. Sakura's Mother had immediately bombard them with Baby things and everything they needed before the baby was born, while Kizashi had many ideas on how Sakura got pregnant, except the obvious choice.

"What is it?" Kakashi said dropping his coat and heading the bedroom, while Sakura stayed in the living room.

"What did my Dad mean by 'Your name sounds familiar'?" Sakura asked.

Kakashi stopped dead way to the bedroom, shaking slightly he turned around. Cracking a half-hearted smile, he walked up to her. "Don't worry about it." Kakashi said wrapping his arms up tightly. "Right now, let's focus on the positive." Kakashi's hand rested on her stomach, Sakura could feel the trembling in it.

"I want to know Kakashi," Sakura cupped his cheek tenderly, looking straight into his onyx eye. "Please. Don't push me away on this."

Kakashi turned away swiftly. "I said don't worry about it so just don't," Kakashi said sternly, as if he would shatter in a million pieces at the telling of it. "Please." Kakashi's frame wrapped his arms even more tightly, heaving a long heavy breath.

"Okay, Kakashi, okay."

End of Chapter

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