A/N: Thank you so much for all your reviews. All of you have been screaming that she's pregnant. I guess we'll find out in a bit! Teehee.
Happy Birthday, Sarada!
We don't own Naruto/Boruto.
Having Sarada try to talk him out of accompanying her to her appointment was ridiculous. She knew how worried he was and should have taken that into consideration, but he had to really talk her into it. She was better now, whatever her sickness was having passed quickly. Boruto felt better about it, but it still wasn't normal and it had been too long since she'd had a proper checkup.
When they arrived fifteen minutes before her scheduled appointment, Boruto helped her out of his car and held onto her hand as they walked inside. She admitted that it had been a few years since she'd seen the doctor, but said it was never really necessary considering her mom was a doctor and would always see her if she was ever feeling ill.
He had no trouble joining her in having her eyes checked and helping her pick new glasses out, but when it finally came time for them to see the general doctor, she still ended up making him wait in the waiting area. Boruto has never been fond of hospitals, sure they were necessary and saved lives all the time, but sick people were hard for him to handle.
Boruto played on his phone for a while, trying to distract himself and pass the time. Finally, when she walked out, he stood up and took in the blank look on her face. It was… alarming.
"What's wrong?" He asked, heart clenching. If she was really sick, he didn't think he'd survive it. He knew he wouldn't, but he knew he didn't want to be in the dark either. After losing Nyoko, Boruto had learned not to take people's health for granted.
"Nothing's wrong," she assured him but waved a pink slip around. "I just have to get clearance from the Gynecologist and we can get out of here." Obviously upset with the idea that she had to see one more person before leaving. "Asked me so many weird questions, though," she muttered.
"Weird how?" He frowned and rested his hand at the small of her back as he eyed the slip and then glanced around to see which direction they should head in.
"Sex questions," she kept her voice down. "The period cycle was fine, but zoning in on asking about frequency and contraception was… weird."
"Sex, you say?" Boruto snickered. "I bet your face turned red as a cherry when you thought about it."
She pouted and looked away. "...No."
"Damn, you wound me." He sighed as he led her along. They'd been doing more walking than seeing doctors and that was saying something. "I'll make you think differently later."
Sarada shied away, but still let him hold her. Once they got to the Gynecologists' office, they were lucky the line wasn't so long. It only took a few minutes until they were called. Sarada stood up, not letting go of his hand and looked at him, waiting for him to get up on his feet. "Let's go?"
"Oh, you're not going to leave me behind?" He asked teasingly, trying to pout but his smile won out.
Although she smiled, it didn't mask her nervousness one bit. "Never, as long as you won't leave me."
"Of course I won't." He grinned as he stood up and lifted her hand to kiss it briefly. "Let's go."
They both walked hand-in-hand into the office. The Gynecologist had short black hair, and she looked fairly young. She grinned at seeing them. "Hello," the paper in her hand rustled, and Sarada eyed it nervously. "You must be Sarada. Happy birthday. I'm Shizune."
"Thank you," Sarada smiled and took a set in front of her desk.
The doctor looked over her form again and then smiled at Boruto. "What's your name? I don't think she filled in a part for her husband yet."
"Boruto Uzumaki." He said before the second part of the doctor's words hit him and he balked. "W-wait, not what I meant."
Shizune looked at him for a moment. "So… that isn't your name, Boruto Uzumaki?"
"No, I mean yes, that's me." We're not married though—we're not even together.
"Oh, okay," Shizune smiled and put the form down, going through her drawer and pulling out a long, small box. "Sarada, I'd like to give you a pap smear and an ultrasound since you mentioned here that you don't remember when was the last time… but before that," she handed her the box. "I need you to take a pregnancy test."
Sarada froze. "Wh-what? Why? I mean—I'm not pregnant. No way."
Shizune grinned, unfazed by her reaction at all. "It's just standard procedure here. If you're sure, then nothing to worry about."
Hesitantly, she took the box and walked over to the small bathroom behind the desk and locked the door, leaving Shizune and Boruto in the office to wait.
Boruto thought it was ridiculous and a waste of time and money to be giving Sarada a pregnancy test. She was on birth control any way and it wasn't like they had it to worry about, but he kept his comments to himself. Sarada wasn't gone for long, returning to hand over her test. Boruto grabbed her hand as soon as it was within his reach and held on supportively.
The Gynecologist put it away to wait for the result for a while, asking more questions about Sarada's period cycle and true enough, also delved into asking about her sexual activity.
"I suppose you use condoms? Or what is your birth control of choice? You didn't mention you took pills."
Sarada swallowed. "I don't…"
Wait, what?
Shizune nodded and wrote that down. "And you're sexually active?" Her eyes glossed over to another part. "Nearly every day," she muttered and then looked at the two of them before going back to the pregnancy test to check. "Oh my," she grinned and presented the pregnancy test to them. "Congratulations, you two. It looks like Sarada got her birthday gift just on time." Her grin never wavered, even if the two paled. She then looked at Boruto. "I'm assuming you're the father?"
"The what?" Boruto squeaked. "What's… going on… what are you saying?" His heart was suddenly pounding and he could only stare at the doctor in a state of shock. No fucking way.
Shizune's smile finally melted. "Oh, I'm sorry," she cleared her throat. "Sarada, dear, you're pregnant. And looking at this," she read the test again, "Around six to eight weeks."
His pounding heart skidded to a halt and he found himself unable to breathe, wide blue eyes turning to Sarada and falling to her flat stomach. "You're pregnant?!"
Sarada didn't say a word. Her hand came up to her mouth, and the other on her stomach. "Oh my god," she whispered, still in disbelief.
The doctor looked at them and held her hands up, looking like she wanted to intervene but the worry on her face was evident and she looked at Sarada. "It's alright to be, Sarada."
"Oh my god," Sarada repeated, looking like she was going to cry and it was far from happy tears.
Boruto couldn't believe this. He hadn't expected something like this to happen. Ever. However, his concern for Sarada outweighed everything else and he was quick to wrap her in his arms. "Give us a minute." He said to Shizune and she nodded, silently leaving the room to give them some privacy. Boruto breathed in deeply, rubbing her back. "Sarada, it's okay."
"It's not okay!" she looked at him, fear evident in her dark eyes. "I'm not ready for this. I can't do this."
"Now you listen to me," Boruto said, fixing her with a pointed look. "We may not have been prepared for this, but together, we can do it. I'll be here for you."
She shook in his arms, clinging tightly to him, and then nodded. Boruto kissed her cheek a few times in hopes of soothing her. He was still in shock, disbelief, and feeling anxious about the whole thing. But it wouldn't do for her to be so upset.
"Everything will be okay." He spoke quietly, the words meant to reassure both her and himself.
For the most part, Sarada stayed quiet. The Gynecologist came back and started talking about appointments, do's and don'ts and anticipated questions but Sarada didn't ask any. Boruto took note of the important things, something about vitamins… and they left her office.
"I don't want to go to my parents' anymore," Sarada said quietly. "Can we go home, please?"
"Okay, if that's what you want, Princess. We just need to stop by the pharmacy on the way."
"Okay," she responded quietly. "I'll tell Mama we're not going."
Sarada waited in the car, calling her mom while Boruto ran into the pharmacy. The doctor said to get any kind of prenatal vitamins, something Sarada would have to take daily but the pharmacy seemed to have millions of vitamins and finding prenatal vitamins was like finding a needle in a haystack. He paced up and down the aisle, reading every label until his head began to hurt and one of the pharmacists found him.
He ended up buying a year's supply after learning it would be important for her to continue taking them even after the baby was born. He also bought some books the pharmacist recommended and worried about all the other things they may need as he checked out. Sarada had finished her call by the time he returned, offering her a bottle of water and one bottle of vitamins.
"Here you go, better to start as soon as possible." He smiled sweetly at her, feeling bad that she would have to take these vitamins for so long just to have his baby.
Whoa.
"Thanks," she thanked him quietly and did as she was told. No arguing, no fussing, no being difficult. As soon as she finished, she placed the bottle down and sighed. "My family isn't happy we're not going. Missing my own birthday party."
"I'm sure they're not." He sighed as he fastened his safety belt and pulled out of the lot. "We can still go, ya know." He told her, taking her hand just as he always did. "Pretend nothing has changed… tell them later."
"I don't know if I can lie to them," Sarada responded, holding on tightly to his hand. "I do want to hug my mom, though."
"Don't lie, just don't tell them yet. It's different. We'll go, okay? It will be fine."
Totally fine.
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When Boruto and Sarada arrived at her parents' home, they had somehow managed to calm down. That didn't last long for Boruto though, not when he learned this birthday dinner included two very overprotective uncles and even Sarada's grandparents. To say he was a nervous wreck would be an understatement, he was near shaking in his shoes as they walked to the front door together.
The door opened, and Sasuke was front and center, an impassive look on his face as it settled on Boruto. It didn't last long, because he turned his attention to his daughter, features softening instantly. "Happy birthday, Sarada."
She let go of Boruto's hand and wrapped her arms around her father, squeezing tightly.
"Is she here?" Sakura called from behind him, and just as quickly as Sarada hugged Sasuke, she let go and hugged her mother. "Oh, darling." Sakura wrapped her arms around her middle and grinned. "Happy birthday!"
Sarada winced. "Mama, too tight!"
Sakura let go and laughed. "Oh, I'm sorry. You're still so precious. Come in, Boruto," she waved at him. "Everyone's waiting inside."
"Thank you." Boruto smiled and tried not to sweat, knowing Sasuke was staring at him. When the man tilted his head to gesture in the direction of the living room, Boruto swallowed hard and followed him. "It's nice to see you again, Mr, Uchiha. How was your trip?"
"Good," he replied, nodding his head. Sasuke's eyes were trained on his daughter and wife, before turning to face him. "Shame Sarada didn't come along with us." Although it was a perfectly normal and innocent statement, Boruto couldn't help but feel like that was more of an accusation.
"Y-yeah… well, I took her away for the weekend too, ya know." Boruto said, trying to make him realize that Sarada still had a good time.
"I know," Sasuke replied, and then eyed him. "She sent photos."
"Oh? W-what kind of photos?" Boruto asked nervously. They had been naked for ninety percent of the weekend.
"I think you already know," Sasuke said, dark eyes boring into his very soul.
Boruto's face paled. No way in hell Sarada would send her father nudes of them. They'd already gotten busted by Granny Chiyo. "N-no sir. I don't…"
His brow quirked up. "The lake, and your home. What else would she send us? Sakura even said she might want to visit sometime."
"Oh!" Boruto grinned, relief washing over him. "That makes sense. The cherry blossom trees will be in full bloom soon, maybe we could all go sometime? Or if you would like to take her alone, that's fine."
Sasuke nodded and they soon arrived in the living room. There were six people, and Boruto had to guess who was whom. The two tall men that stood by the corner next to Sarada he guessed were the two overprotective uncles. They were glaring at him, after all.
"Everyone, this is Boruto," Sarada introduced him and walked over. "My grandparents, Mama's side," she pointed at the pair on the sofa, who wore bright grins on their faces. From my Papa's side," she gestured across, and there were two more reserved looking people, both with dark hair and eyes. "And my uncles, Itachi and Shisui," she leaned in and whispered to him, "Papa's side also."
Nervous or not, Boruto managed a sincere smile. It made him happy to know Sarada had such a large and loving family. "Hello, it's nice to meet everyone." It wouldn't be easy, but he had even more reason to want their acceptance now.
It didn't matter that he and Sarada weren't actually together.
They were having a baby!
He squeezed Sarada's hand before walking closer to her uncles and extending his hand. "Itachi and Shisui, right?" He asked, eyes shifting between the two, the same genuine smile on his lips. Deep down though, he was beyond scared.
Itachi shook his hand, although his face was stoic. "Itachi. Nice to meet you, Boruto." His handshake was firm, clearly all about business.
Shisui was all smiles, but his grip on Boruto's hand was a little too tight. "Charmed. I'm Shisui."
Sarada pouted at her uncles, and they turned their gazes towards her, teasing smiles on their faces. She pulled Boruto away, towards the food. "Can we eat now?" she asked her mom, who only agreed.
"Thanks." Boruto whispered so that only she could hear him. Those two uncles gave Sasuke a run for his money.
Everyone transitioned to the dining room and took their seats. The table was set, the food smelled delicious and Sarada's eyes were sparkling as she looked over everything. Boruto smiled at the sight, imagining that no food compared to her mother's, at least in her opinion. She was the first to start piling her plate, giggling about how all of her favorites were prepared.
Sarada ate everything in sight with gusto. So much that Sakura was grinning from ear to ear, as were her grandmothers, giggling to themselves about how much Sarada used to love eating everything they prepared.
"You're eating a lot more than usual, Kiddo," Shisui teased. "Careful or you'll gain even more weight."
Sarada nearly dropped her fork.
"Shisui," Itachi shot him a warning glare.
"Whaaat?" He whined, "Not saying it doesn't look good, okay? She's glowing."
"As always," Itachi agreed, a smile on his face.
"That's my baby," Sakura grinned. "Please, Boruto, eat more. You barely touched your food."
"Oh, forgive me. Sarada and I just stopped for food an hour ago…" he trailed off, impressed by how much Sarada could eat. It really made him happy.
"You already ate?" Mikoto asked, looking at Sarada. This was her second plate. "I've never seen you eat so much, Sarada."
"I've been stressed," Sarada croaked out. "New position and pressure, you know?" She laughed nervously and drank water.
"Oh, that's right!" Kizashi laughed. "Never did get to congratulate you. Oh, you always make us so proud. How's it going for you? Other than it being stressful."
"Even more stressful now," Sarada muttered under her breath, behind the glass of water. As she put it down she smiled. "Challenging, but definitely worth it. I've been wanting this for years."
"Well deserved," her grandmother smiled. "And you're her boss, right, Boruto? We've heard so much about you."
"Well, not anymore," Boruto said with a smile. "Her new position will be in full effect tomorrow, but I'll still be helping her out until she's comfortable with everything."
"I don't think it will take that long, then," Fugaku finally said a word. "When are you leaving, then?"
"Whenever she tells me she doesn't need me anymore." Boruto shrugged.
"Never," Sarada replied, and then turned to face Boruto. "Don't leave me," she added quietly.
Boruto's heart melted and he moved his hand to rest over hers. "As if I would." He said, smiling brightly at her.
"I'm pretty sure your grandfather meant leaving the company," Mikoto said, a sly smile on her face. "I suppose this means you've got more responsibilities to handle on your own starting tomorrow, hmm?"
"This is so mushy," Shisui muttered and then said to Itachi, "Next thing you know they'll be calling each other 'baby'."
"Baby?" Boruto blanched. "What baby?"
Sarada kicked him under the table, to make him stop talking. "No, he calls me Princess," Sarada winced, admitting it to her whole family. "I don't have a nickname for him." She was blushing furiously.
Sakura cooed. "Oh, that's so sweet!"
"Tch. Far from it." Sasuke argued, rolling his eyes.
Dinner ended without any more hiccups and Boruto was relieved he held in the word vomit. As much as he didn't want to let go of her hand, Sarada wandered into the kitchen, asking her Mama if she had any strawberries or chocolates… or both. It was wildly specific. Nutella. It had to be Nutella.
"Let me see if I have any," Sakura walked into the kitchen, opening up the pantry.
Sasuke wasn't far behind, watching his two girls. "She's been eating too much," Sasuke muttered, mostly to himself. "She never eats this much… and turned down black tea."
Boruto smiled and tugged Sarada to his side. "Well, it's only natural considering she's eating for two now."
Sasuke slowly turned his head to face Boruto, eyes darkening, voice lowering. "For two?"
Sarada froze and held on to Boruto's arm. "Papa, please…" she whispered.
"What's going on?" Sakura walked over to them, a concerned look on her face and she held onto her husband's arm. "Sasuke-kun, are you alright?"
"I… I-I'm sorry." Boruto stammered, knowing he'd just made a huge mistake.
Sasuke was going to kill him and he was the one person who could get away with it.
"Mama…" Sarada looked at her with big, fearful eyes. "I'm sorry."
Sakura let go of her husband and stood in front of her. "Sarada, what are you apologizing for?" Her hands came up to cradle her face, tears pooling and she wiped them away. "What happened?"
"I'm pregnant."
Boruto was sweating bullets and wanted nothing more than to bolt. Sasuke looked livid but in a calm way that was far more frightening. He couldn't leave Sarada though. Maybe she wasn't his girl, but she was the woman carrying his child. That made her his by default and he would stand by her no matter what.
Maybe he wasn't so sorry after all.
"If you want to punch me, fine. But don't be upset with Sarada. Please." Boruto said, not letting his eyes leave those smoldering obsidians glaring at him.
Sarada was shaking, and Sakura was holding on to her. "Oh, don't be sorry," she assured her. "We're not mad, right, Sasuke-kun?" Those green eyes stared pointedly at him.
"Hn." Sasuke agreed, but he wasn't fooling Boruto. The hostility in his eyes was plain to see, at least until he looked to Sarada instead. His gaze softened drastically and then he smiled at her and raised his hand to tap her forehead with his middle and index fingers.
The gesture seems small to Boruto, but it had Sarada choking on a sob and flinging herself at Sasuke who didn't waste a second embracing her lovingly. Boruto breathed a sigh of relief, then, feeling as if he'd dodged a bullet. However, it wasn't over. There was still a chance those two scary uncles would put an end to him.
The relief was short-lived as Sakura pulled Sarada away to speak privately with her, leaving Boruto alone with Sasuke. The man's smile had died the instant his daughter was out of sight and Boruto found it difficult to maintain eye contact when Sasuke's gaze was so frightening. Maybe he was going to punch him now.
"Um… I know this looks bad but… I'll take care of her, ya know." Boruto told him, swallowing his nerves as best he could. This may have been unplanned, but he would do the right thing so he hoped nobody would hold it against him.
"You better," he glowered, lowering down his voice so the other guests don't hear, but it didn't water down his lethal tone. "How exactly do you plan to take care of her if you don't have a job?"
It didn't sound like Sasuke believed him one bit.
The way the man came at him was so intimidating Boruto couldn't help but take a step back from him. "Don't have a job?" He frowned, feeling offended to be doubted right from the beginning. "My position at Ichiraku Ramen Corp was never my main source of income. That was only temporary. I'm an investor. You really don't need to worry about that." Boruto was proud of himself and how hard he'd worked to do well for himself so he would defend himself as much as he needed to.
Sasuke's eyes narrowed at him. "Then shall I help you pick out a wedding date?" As if to prove he was serious, he pulled out his phone and opened the calendar.
Shit. "Wait, isn't that… that's something between Sarada and me." Boruto said, thanking the heavens he didn't remind the man that he and Sarada weren't together. That would have been the worst.
He tucked his phone back into his pocket. "Are you saying she doesn't want to marry you?"
He was asking questions Boruto didn't really have answers to, but he couldn't just brush them off either. "I-I don't know. She hasn't said that."
Just when he thought his gaze couldn't get any darker—it did. "Have you ever asked?"
Boruto paled at that and took another step back. "N-not exactly."
He took a dangerous step forward, body tensing and jaw clenching. Now Boruto knew where Sarada got her scary side from. "Do you even intend to?"
They aren't even together. Boruto held his hands up, ready to shield himself from any possible attacks. "You think Sarada wants to?" He squeaked, not sure what else to say. He hadn't had time to think that far ahead!
Slowly, Sasuke straightened his posture, lips coming into a fine line, thinking about his question. It was the same look Sarada had when she was deep in thought, or conflicted about what to eat for lunch. His eyes darted behind him and responded quietly, "You can ask her yourself. But don't be mistaken, Boruto," he placed a hand on his shoulder and whispered to his ear, "I can get away with murder if you make her unhappy."
Boruto gulped, having already made that deduction. It was only scarier when Sasuke admitted it though. "I know. I know that… but I want to make her happy."
"You should if you know what's good for you."
In his line of sight, he saw Sarada's overprotective uncles look their way and whisper among themselves, but made no move to walk over. Thank god. Even better, Sarada returned with her mother and Boruto was quick to shift to her side and distance himself from Sasuke.
Sakura opened up her arms at him and didn't wait one second to engulf him in a bone-crushing hug… not really sure if she wanted to be sweet or if it was a disguised threat that she was strong. "I'm so excited," she smiled, keeping her voice low. "You will take good care of Sarada, won't you?" It didn't even sound like a question, despite her smiling face.
"I will," Boruto promised, even though the words came out in a wheeze. He would do his best because even if they weren't together, Sarada was precious to him.
Sakura released Boruto, her smile seeming sincere enough to put him at ease. He looked over to Sarada, finding himself smiling as well as he took her hand and raised it to his lips to kiss it softly. He really meant what he said. No matter what, Boruto would take care of her and he hoped she knew that too.
A/N: Eeeyyy! We got a pregnant lady in the house! A lot of you were right and actually caught wind a lot earlier than we have anticipated. You guys are so smart!
And let me just say, please do use protection. Not just as contraception, but also for safety against diseases. Don't be like Boruto and Sarada. They're idiots. Lol. No glove, no love! Hahaha.
Now that our heroine is pregnant and this is how her family and Boruto has reacted to the news, how do you think this will turn the tide? Let us know!
Cheers and wash your hands,
Kairi and Tyy
