Pregnant

Naruto bounded across the rooftops, frowning. He hated it when he was approached by random person with a message that Sakura was waiting for him and where; it was almost guaranteed that by the time he was informed, he was already late.

As it turned out, he was.

She immediately grabbed him by the collar and viciously yanked him toward her before he even got an apology stammered out. "You," she said coldly.

He gulped and raised his hands in a sign of peace and surrender. "Ne, ne, Sakura, I was only-"

"You will be taking responsibility, won't you?"

"F-for what?"

Her eyes widened and she suddenly released him, as if she had just remembered something, and started regulating her breathing. She had her back to him and all Naruto could do was hover anxiously behind her, fingers lacing nervously together. She was silent for a long time. It was killing him.

"Um… Sakura-chan?" he asked in a frightened whisper. "Is everything… okay?"

"No," she growled, making him recoil. "Everything is not okay."

He hadn't seen her this mad since that time she had caught him in the book shop with reservations for a special edition Icha Icha volume.

She took a deep shuddering breath that reminded Naruto of occasions where he would consequently be decked by a solid fist. He was almost tempted to turn and run when she cursed and started wringing her shirt, a habit she had developed to portrayed how annoyed she was. "Okay, I can't do this," she said finally. "Naruto, hold me."

"Uh…"

"Just do it!" she snapped.

He hastened to oblige. His arms snaked behind her and encircled her waist. Almost immediately, she relaxed and leaned against him, burrowing her face into his neck. Despite his confusion, Naruto found himself smiling with content, and rested his chin gently on the top of her head. For a few minutes, they just swayed lightly on the spot. Hell, he could almost forget that anything had happened.

Then she dropped the bombshell.

"I'm pregnant."

He stiffened. No, he froze. His breath caught in his chest and if not for his demon tenant, he might have forgotten how to inhale. They had stopped swaying.

"Oh," he ended up whispering.

She frowned. "Is that an oh as in 'Oh damn, what are we going to do about it?' or an oh as in 'Oh, this will be great,'?"

"Oh as in 'Oh, congratulations'."

She tugged his arms away and turned around to stare at him. "What?"

He shrugged, smiling weakly. "I get it, Sakura. I understand. And really, I'm happy for you." Maybe it did matter that he was a demon container. He felt... betrayed.

"What are you on about?"

He returned her stare, and then turned away. "We haven't been together long enough for it to be steady, huh? I thought… but it seems like…" He shook his head sadly. "So who is it?" Who had also held her, kissed her, told her they loved her?

"Who is who?" Sakura asked back, brow furrowing.

"Geez, Sakura, I'm not that fragile. Just tell me; I swear I won't kill him."

"Tell you what?"

He realised the grinding sound was coming from him and slackened his jaw, sighing. She was making this more difficult than it already was. "You know what I'm talking about."

"No I don't." Her jade eyes were fierce.

"The father! Who's the kid's father?" he practically shouted in chagrin. His chest was heaving like he had just run ten laps around the Fire country.

She stared at him like he had just sprouted a tenth tail. Then she took a step back, shaking her head. "Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no!"

"No what?" he mumbled miserably.

"Naruto… you…" Sakura covered her face with her hand and groaned. "God, you are such an idiot!"

He blinked in confusion. "What?"

"You thought… the baby is yours, baka!"

Time froze. Everything – the whistling of the wind, rustling of the leaves, distant bustle of the village – everything tuned out. All he saw was her, and his eyes grew even wider. She had lowered her head. He reached out and gently tipped her face up so that they could lock gazes.

"Is it really…?" he murmured.

She bit her lip, and then nodded. "It's ours," she confirmed softly.

For a moment, Naruto was overwhelmed by the multitude of emotions that stampeded into his mind. His chest felt very compacted. "But I thought… we only did it once…"

Sakura blushed. "You."

"Pardon?"

"You," she repeated, gazing deep into his cerulean eyes. "You were my first, the only one I… yeah." Inhale. Exhale. Remember to breathe, Haruno. "It's yours, Uzumaki Naruto. I… I wouldn't let it be anyone else's."

"… Oh."

Expressions twisted into a familiar scowl. "What does that mean now?"

"Oh."

"Oh what?"

He folded her into his arms and kissed her forehead, his eyes closed. "Oh I love you so much, Haruno Sakura."

The creases on her face melted. "Baka," she whispered.

"I know."

"I am so not ready for this."

"I know." He paused. "You know something, Sakura?"

"Hm?"

"This is gonna be a real blast."

She hit him.

This was one of the earlier drabbles I wrote that has been sitting in my computer for a while now. I thought I'd upload it now so I would be able to write family drabbles if I ever have any inspiration. It'd be rather weird if Naruto and Sakura had a kid, then ten drabbles later Sakura is pregnant with her first child.