A/n: Chapter 12...Swag. :) I'm starting to have troubles with this dang story, how pathetic. Here's a fluffy-filler...ish.
Note: Specific medical content in this fan fiction is purely that, fiction. The 'facts' in this story about IVF is purely bull shit, do your own research for correct and valid information. Besides, why the hell would anyone use a fan-fiction for valid information!
Summary: Uchiha Sasuke is forced into a marriage with Karin by his father, as a way out, he lies "I already have a lover...she's pregnant," Oh boy, how is the almighty Sasuke going to save himself now? Easy: Ask Haruno Sakura who is in a similar predicament.
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.Recap.
"You know, I'm happy you're here."
Glancing quickly at the passenger seat, Sasuke raised a brow.
Sakura sighed, "I'm happy you are putting up with me; you drive me places, you cook, you," She paused before continuing, "you give me reason to not worry."
Making a left at the light, Sasuke slowed to a stop outside Himeko's room in the recovery wing.
Turning towards the pregnant pinkette, he gave her a smirk; "I kind of want you to not be a sap, now go visit your mother."
He placed a light kiss on her forehead and ushered her out, promising to pick her up in an hour.
As he watched her enter the hospital, he smiled; Happy to be here.
.End Recap.
"It's uneven."
The Uchiha growled at the pinkette's obvious comment. The two have been working on the house; actually taking the time to baby-proof (down to the T; Sakura even baby proofed the computer desk) and decorating the nursery; and during this time, to put it simply, Sakura has realized that Sasuke is visually challenged.
He could not paint for the life of him and as a result, the walls of the baby's room were, as Sakura so nicely stated, uneven, but boy is that an understatement.
Emerald orbs scanned the walls once more before she nodded; "Yup."
Sasuke glared, "'Yup' what?" He asked, annoyed.
She flashed him an award-winning smile, "You suck at this. It's horrendous!" She laughed.
His glare hardened, "Why don't you give this a try? It's not that fucking easy."
She gave him a pat, making sure to not touch any part of him covered in paint (which was pretty much everywhere), "The fumes are bad for the baby, but we can hire a professional. This place will surely scar our child if it stays the way it is." She gave him a grin before skipping out of the room.
He growled, I can't believe she's making me do this. He thought.
Two days ago, Sakura strolled into the living room, where Sasuke was quietly enjoying his T.V. time, and placed a small bottle of paint on his lap.
Flashback.
Onyx orbs gave the pinkette a questioning gaze; "Sakura, what is this?"
"Paint." She answered.
He rolled his eyes, "No shit Sherlock. What's it for?"
She smiled, "The Baby's room, now get up. You don't want to paint in that do you?" She asked, pointing to his attire. He was still in his button down shirt and slacks.
"What do you mean by 'paint'? I'm not painting jack shit."
"But I want the room to have sentimental value," she whined, gripping his arm lightly.
He growled, "I am not painting anything."
Without another word, or warning for that matter, she threw him 'The Look.'
The one where her eyes get all round and her cheeks puff out a bit; the one that makes him do whatever the fuck she wants him to.
That look.
He muttered a 'fuck' before getting off the couch and, what would be stomping if he wasn't Sasuke, left the room...to change.
Sakura giggled. Like a Boss; She thought, smiling.
Two days and five cans of paint later, the walls looks like a platypus ate and shat on it; there were blotches of heavily-applied paint, spots where too little paint was applied, corners where the paint color didn't even match the rest of the walls.
Sakura doesn't even know how that is possible; they specifically bought the same color paint each time, how some parts of the walls ended up a different color? No one would know.
"Thank God you're not an artist, blind people wouldn't even buy your...art. Note that I am using the term 'Art' rather loosely."
Onyx orbs glared at the pregnant female.
"Fuck you."
With that, he left.
End Flashback.
Basically, it has been, at least, two days since Sasuke started painting; using the action, painting, abstractly; and during that time period Sakura accomplished multiple things; she finished the whole season of two of her favorite shows, painted her nails, finished a stack of overdue paperwork (she was supposed to have turned it in months ago), and got pictures of Sasuke in his paint-stained, miserable life.
Man, My life is great, Sakura thought, laughing quietly as she prepared lunch.
"Might as well cheer him up a bit," She commented lightly, placing extra slices of tomatoes into the Uchiha's sandwich.
Stepping into the office, Sakura found said Uchiha sitting on his desk, arms crossed.
If she didn't know better, she would say it looked like he was sulking.
Let's pretend I don't know better. She thought to herself, entertained by the male's antics.
"Here is lunch, your highness."
Onyx orbs connected with emerald before looking away.
Sakura chuckled, "Cheer up Sasuke-kun, I already called a guy to paint the nursery; you don't have to touch a paintbrush ever again."
Getting no comment from the 'almighty,' Sakura rolled her eyes; "I put in extra tomatoes." She sang.
Still no reaction.
"You should be happy I am giving you tomatoes to begin with, I can assure you the baby is not happy to have to share its favorite yummy fruit."
Earlier in the week Sakura developed a sudden craving for the juicy, red tomatoes hidden by the Uchiha in the back of the refrigerator. Said male was not happy, at all, to have to share his beloved fruits.
.Flashback.
"No."
Sakura gave an exasperated growl, "Uchiha Sasuke, Give me the damn tomato!"
Said male gave the shorter person a glare, "No." He repeated.
Emerald orbs narrowed, calculating a scheme to get the crimson fruit from the male's grip.
It was the last tomato and she wanted -no, needed- it.
"It's two against one, Sasuke. Hand it over."
Another 'no' escaped his lips; though he felt bad for not handing the tomato over, it is his favorite fruit; Sakura has had a good dozen and he has only had four, she's had enough for both the baby and her. The fruit in his hand was, rightfully, his. No doubt about it.
With that in mind, he rinsed the tomato quickly, ready to quench his never ending thirst for satisfaction.
Sakura, on the other hand, had other ideas.
Lunging for the fruit, she released a battle cry worthy for war. As an automatic reaction, Sasuke dropped the fruit and caught the pregnant pinkette.
"Are you fucking crazy?" He asked, analyzing the female in his arms for any injuries.
Sakura released a sniffle, "You were going to eat the last tomato." She mumbled, a tear cascading down her porcelain face.
He growled, "That doesn't mean you have to fucking jump for it, Idiot. You could have gotten hurt. Don't do something that stupid again, do you hear me?"
She nodded without a word, looking all the accepting and fragile female. However, when emerald orbs met onyx, all that was present was clear, undiluted mischief.
Before he could even think the words 'oh shit,' she already had the tomato in her hand, half bitten.
Sakura and Baby-1, Sasuke-0.
"Why do I have a feeling I should get use to this?" He questioned out loud.
.End Flashback.
Placing the plate next to him, she began walking out; "You're such a Drama Queen, I hope this baby isn't like its dad."
Right before she reached the door, Sakura turned around and caught sight of the Uchiha's face before he could mask it. He looked absolutely, genuinely insulted.
The nerve of this woman! To blackmail him into painting their baby's room and then claim that HE, The Uchiha Sasuke, is a Drama Queen? Somebody has to be put in their place.
"I hope the baby doesn't inherit its mother's weird hair color, don't you Pinky?"
Emerald orbs widened, "You did not just call me Pinky, Right Chicken-Ass?"
Sasuke growled; She called him 'Chicken Ass.'
It's On.
Before his retort could come to him, Emerald orbs widened as Sakura hurriedly stumbled towards the door. Forgetting about their dispute, Sasuke followed worriedly.
"Oi, Sakura."
No answer.
Looking through the rooms, he found the Pinkette in one of the guest bathrooms throwing up.
Great; morning sickness. Sasuke thought sarcastically, holding pink locks away from the regurgitated food.
Ever since the 'kool-aid' night, Sakura did not have morning sickness...until now.
"This shit should be called 'Mourning sickness,' cause it sure as hell isn't anything like morning where the 'birth of a new day' fucking arrives." Sakura commented dully after rinsing her mouth.
Sasuke stared silently, not trusting himself to say a word, right now, Sakura is a dangerous creature; one wrong word and tears and shit come flying at you.
Watch out Uchiha. He mentally warned himself.
Emerald orbs turned towards his figure, "Are you not talking because you're scared I might snap at you?"
He looked away, "Uchihas aren't scared of anything." Was his simple answer.
Sakura rolled her eyes, "And I have magic powers, bull shit Sasuke-kun, You have to be scared of something."
"He's actually scared of clowns." Came a third voice.
The pseudo-couple turned towards the figure; emerald orbs brightened, "Mikoto-san!"
Said woman winked, "Sakura-chan! Call me 'mom!'"
Sasuke groaned; his mother has been making constant visits, forcing the two always keep their guards up. If they didn't know better, the couple, themselves, would believe they're a real couple.
"So, why are we in the bathroom talking about fears?" Mikoto asked, tilting her head to the side in question.
Sakura laughed, "I just regurgitated everything I've eaten in the last month." She explained.
Mikoto's eyes brightened, "And Sasuke held your hair right, right?"
Sakura nodded, sweat dropping at the Uchiha matriarch's happiness.
Considering Sasuke is an emotionally constipated human, I guess she has a right to be happy that her son is showing affection. She thought, amused.
Sasuke stared at the two, wondering how in the world they are so happily talking about vomiting.
"There's something wrong with you guys." He voiced, halting the females' conversation, "You both need help."
Two pairs of eyes darted towards the Uchiha male.
Oh Shit.
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"The dumbass that said women are the weaker sex is a fucking retarded moron."
Naruto sniggered, "Don't get your panties in a bunch, Teme."
Sasuke growled, "You try dealing with my mother, it's a fucking nightmare."
Sakura wasn't the evil one in the current situation, granted the Pinkette could be a sadistic psycho when the situation calls for it, however in this case, Uchiha Mikoto, his own mother, is Satan's Spawn. After the Male Uchiha, idiotically, voiced his thoughts on the women's choice of interest, the two females crept towards him in a way that would have, without a doubt, won the horror film Grammy of the year (yes, those three seconds could have out-scared any three hour movie). Sakura gripped his -poor, unfortunate- ear and smiled sweetly, "Honey, I wouldn't say things like that, I might just accidentally slip soap in your soup."
The threat honestly wasn't all that bad, the pregnant female could have easily said something much, much worse; like chopping off his -very important- man parts. So, he kept silent, thanking whatever god that was up there.
Then, Mikoto got closer and
Said nothing.
The Uchiha matriarch merely smiled and asked Sakura to spend a day out with her, a 'girl's day.'
While the younger woman went to change, Mikoto turned to her son, giving him the mother stare; the one that, if she starts counting, three is never, ever to be said because if she does get to that unfortunate number, you'd be the next missing child on the news; that one child who is never found. The exact words coming out of the woman's mouth were, "Sasuke-chan, there is a family gathering soon and I expect you to be there. Do not even try calling in sick because if you do, you will be very sorry. Sakura needs to be formally introduced, we do not want the others to think we've raised our son to sleep around and get random women pregnant without taking responsibility. By the event, you best have everything settled; I grown to love Sakura-chan too much for the family to dub her as a whore or gold-digger and I do not want my grandchild to live the life as a bastard. Do you understand?"
All the said male could do was nod dumbly, wincing when her mother hissed specific words; moving out of the house and living on his own made him forget how scary his mother could be.
After the females left, Sasuke immediately called his best friend (though he would not admit the blonde was anything but annoying if asked); after spending so much time with the pregnant pinkette, he needed some healthy male-bonding.
Currently, the two were waiting for their food at the blonde's ever-favorite Ichiraku as the Uchiha complained about the evil females in his life.
"I would have fucking died." The Uchiha explained before taking a bite of ramen noodles.
However, the Uchiha's near-death experience was not the priority in said male's mind, what the problem was the formal introduction of the pinkette; their deal said no such thing about formal introduction to family, Sakura will have to win over the opinions of Uchihas. That is like his father times a shit load.
My life is so fan-fucking-tastic, He thought sarcastically, envying the blonde's ability to forget about the world when he ate.
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A/n- :3 I shall say now, before I get the tomatoes, that I apologize for the long wait and I hope no one has given up on me (though I highly doubt that people are still with me), so thank you for the ones who are still reading!
Please give feedback, I don't know if this dang story is good or not.
(Written on August 6, 2011)
