Temari burst into the Kazekage's office, panting softly as Shikamaru stood behind her in the hallway, his usually impassive expression contorted with what seemed to be nervousness. The twenty five year old barked out as she stormed in, reaching behind her and dragging her boyfriend in. "Kankuro, Gaara, Ami—Shikamaru and I are getting married. We need witnesses for the signing of the certificate. Come on."
The brunette puppeteer's jaw dropped, "Whoa holy shit—I didn't even know you guys were engaged!" standing up and slinging the giant scroll across his back though, not feeling like getting yelled at by his older sister. Kankuro gave Temari and Shikamaru a joking look, speaking in a teasing tone, "What is this anyways? Did you finally get knocked up Temari? Knew it'd happen eventually."
Staying quiet, both Ami and Gaara watched as the situation unfolded. They had only just gotten back from their trip that morning, and were still just trying to adjust to the dynamics of being back home and not on the road. Ami however was the first to notice Shikamaru's uncomfortable shifting along with his mumbling about 'troublesome timing', while Temari simply seemed to become more rushed, urging them all to come to the courthouse immediately. "Holy shit you're pregnant aren't you Temari?" seeing both the blonde woman before her, and the black haired man twitch a bit, Ami laughed before standing up. "Congratulations!"
"Thanks. We just found out this morning. It's a bit troublesome, but it's not the worst thing." Shikamaru shoved one hand in his pocket, the other one reaching out and taking his soon to be wife's hand as he watched an entire range of emotions play out simultaneously on Kankuro's face, while Gaara maintained his usual impassive demeanor—although the man was fairly sure he saw a trace of shock in his eyes for a few moments. Sighing as Temari began to walk to the courthouse, demanding that the others follow her—he stayed by her side. He wasn't angry about this, he didn't even think of it as that much of a problem, Shikamaru had every intention of marrying the bossy blonde woman and having children with her one day.
Although, every time he thought of it, he was at least a few years older and was already a jonin. Wishing he could smoke right now to calm his nerves, he hadn't really thought much about how much he enjoyed nicotine until Temari had flushed every cigarette he had this morning.
Oh well.
The fan-wielder looked back at the three who followed behind her and her fiancée, all of them staying a bit quiet—out of shock or fear for her she wasn't sure. Smiling a bit she turned a corner on the busy street, "Kankuro, Gaara, both of you are going to be the baby's godfather's. We couldn't choose which so you're both going to do it. Got it?" seeing her two brothers smile—Kankuro gaining a wide one, and Gaara's lips twitch into the tiny grin he got when he heard news that pleased him. "Ami! You're the godmother. You've got a lot of younger siblings. So you know baby stuff right?"
Ami's eyes widened a bit, she hadn't expected that. Keeping quick pace next to Gaara as they finally entered the courthouse, "Thank you but—I don't know much about babies—I mean I was being trained most of the time when I was home as a kid, I didn't help out much with my younger siblings—" chuckling when Temari insisted that she be the godmother anyways, the group made their way to the wedding license counter.
The ceremony was brief—with Gaara presiding over the quick makeshift thing, the redhead speaking briefly, but unable to control the soft smile on his lips. He really was happy for his sister. Gaara knew full and well that she had wanted to marry Shikamaru one day, and he had to say that he really did approve. The two worked well together, and he knew that the man from Konoha would take care of his sister well. Giving them his whole-hearted blessing, Gaara smiled gently at the two of them, "I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride—" The Kazekage glanced over at his older brother—seeing the look of shock leaving his face slowly being replaced with a look of happiness.
This whole predicament was very much unexpected, but Gaara was happy. All of this hectic mess somehow seemed to fit in piece by piece.
Besides, he couldn't wait to be an uncle.