Title: get your own
Summary: she was pregnant, craved his tomatoes… and he didn't like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Prompt: Sakura would crave tomatoes throughout her preganancy and Sasuke would struggle with her, trying to keep her from taking his. - shonashee
Rating: K+
Warning(s): Very minor swearing. FLUFF.
Comments: I saw the post containing the headcanon, and I couldn't help myself!

Sasuke loved his wife. Really, he adored her. She was everything to him—the center to his world, his ever-constant pillar of unwavering love and faith—and he would gladly give his life for her without the tiniest grain of hesitation but…

holy fucking mother of hell—

…really, she had to stop delving into his stash of ripe red, and amazingly delicious tomatoes.

—tell me I'm not seeing this.

Tips of his ears burning red from the pure, unadulterated frustration of his heart, Sasuke narrowed his eyes at the empty cache of his beloved fruits that he had just filled this morning with a dozen of them, and made a growl deep within his chest.

"Sakura!"

So she was pregnant, and her cravings demanded them—so what? That didn't mean she had the right to spend her time looking through the cupboards and hidden compartments for his obviously secret little tomato treasuries.

She could ask him, or Naruto, or Kakashi—hell, she was only a few months along, she could go get herself her own tomatoes at the store! Why did she have to steal his? Wasn't he making it clear that he didn't want her to take them? He had change his hideout place five times in the past three days!

Slamming the compartment shut, Sasuke turned to the exit of room, trudging through the hallway and sensing for her presence in the house. He made a beeline for the kitchen when he found her chakra signature.

"Sakura!" he called again as he neared the room, voice low and rough and clearly unhappy.

But when he stepped past the sliding door, his whole body came to a stop, his jaw slackening at the sight of her, sitting at the dining table with a plate of sliced up juicy red fruits, the most shining smile on her face as she rubbed her belly and laughed.

How could he stay mad at that? She looked so beautiful.

When her eyes drew themselves to him, the smile on her lips fading, he swallowed subtly.

"Sasuke?" she questioned, looking quite perplexed and worried. She must have sensed his bad mood when he came in. "Did something happen?"

His lips parted after a moment, tension in his shoulders now all but gone. Unable to even muster any ounce of anger he'd been feeling mere minutes beforehand, Sasuke took a few steps forward, shoving his hands in his pockets almost awkwardly.

"Those… are mine," he said to her, plucking a tomato slice off the plate.

Grinning meekly, Sakura blushed and said, "Yeah, they are, aren't they? I'm sorry. You keep hiding them from me but they—well, they're so good! I'd buy my own but… well, they're not as good as yours. Always mushy and odd tasting." She smiled beautifully, then, making his heart skip a beat. He loved seeing her smile like that. "You really know how to pick the best ones, Sasuke!"

"Aa," he sighed, dipping the piece into his mouth and munching on it appreciatively. Then, his hand was in her hair, ruffling it affectionately. She looked up in time to see a smile tugging at his mouth. "You don't even like tomatoes."

She pouted, and made a face. "Mou! They're not for me! He's the one craving them!"

Rolling his eyes, Sasuke finally gave up on reprimanding her, his gaze soft and tender as he got down to his knees and placed his hands on the swell of her stomach.

"Hey, kid, don't take after your mother. If you need any tomatoes, tell me. I'll get you some." He pressed his lips there, gently. "Just stay out of my stash."

He could barely suppress his tiny grin as Sakura pushed him off and tackled him to the ground in response, laughing most endearingly while she buried her face in his chest.

"Oh, you ass!"

Sorry for my less good than usual writing, major writer's block right now and I'm doing tiny little drabbles to get rid of it! Cause doing nothing just worsens it. ACK.

DeepPoeticGirl