A/N: We were laughing so hard upon reading your reviews. Everyone just knew she was pregnant! Lol. A lot of you have been asking for reactions! And you are surely going to get it. Hihi.
Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content.
We don't own Naruto/Boruto.
This was either the worst or best birthday month ever. Whichever it was, it was all a blur. From transitioning to Marketing Manager to Marketing Director, Boruto taking her to meet his parents and spending an amazing weekend with him, to finding out she was pregnant and telling her parents—at her birthday dinner. It was all too much, a whirlwind of emotions and things to do, and she thought she would be swept away if it all wasn't for Boruto.
He was always there for her, standing right next to her, holding her hand.
Boruto was beside himself with glee when he told her about her promotion, didn't hide her from his family, didn't disappear when they both found out she was pregnant and didn't run from her father, despite his threats.
That last bit really took some guts. None of her exes ever came to meet him the second time, and this was his third time meeting her father. Thankfully, her mother was a lot kinder and sweeter. Sarada thought she would cry when she told them, afraid she had let them down.
Sakura wasn't going to have any of it and talked to her separately after Sasuke assured her he wasn't angry.
Once the door was shut, Sakura squealed and squeezed Sarada's face between her hands, green eyes sparkling with excitement. "My baby's having a baby!"
Sarada felt so confused, but also relieved. Other than the gynecologist, her mother was the only one who seemed excited about… all of this.
"You're not angry?" Sarada asked, face still squished in her mother's hands.
"Oh, darling, of course not!" Sakura was grinning from ear to ear. "I already had a feeling this would happen, but oh, so soon!" Finally, she let go of her face and sat them down on the bed. "When did you find out?"
"Just this morning," Sarada confessed. "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you right away."
Sakura waved her off. "How long are you in?"
"Six to eight weeks…" answering all of these questions made it feel more real for Sarada. She covered her mouth with her hands. "I can't believe it."
"It's amazing to carry life in you, Sarada. Your body is going to change so much," It looked like Sakura was going to launch into a doctor-like speech, but she stopped herself. "But never mind that, I want to know what you think, and what you want."
What I want? "I don't know."
"You can always do as you please, it's your choice."
Just the thought of losing her baby made her want to cry. "No, I don't want that."
Sakura smiled kindly and tucked her hair behind her ear. "How did Boruto take the news? Was he happy?"
Boruto… "I don't know," she whispered. "But he told me we'd be okay."
"I'm sure you will be, darling. But if you need me and your father, we'll be here, okay?"
Sarada felt like crying all over again. Her mother had always been her rock, supporting her and protecting her from everything. The kind of woman she always wanted to be. She wrapped her arms around her. "Thank you, mama."
Sakura hugged her back, swaying her from side to side. Sarada could hear her smile. "Oh, my baby…" She squealed. "I'm going to have a grandchild!"
For the first time that day, Sarada laughed. "Y-yeah, I guess you will, Mama."
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The car ride home wasn't half as quiet as the ride was going to her parents' house. Her heart had felt a lot lighter after talking to her mother, and her father gave her the softest of smiles when they left, but she did not miss the glare that was shot at Boruto, and Sarada could only imagine what they talked about when she and her mother spoke separately.
Boruto was whining about how scary her uncles were, especially her father. He even mentioned feeling that Sakura was also scary in her own right. It made her laugh some more. But despite all of that, he didn't run away, and he was still here, driving her back to his house and holding her hand. His expressions were so exaggerated, the way he tried to copy Sasuke's glare and voice when he told Boruto he could actually get away with murder.
Oh, Papa. He was too much sometimes but always meant well. If he didn't kill Boruto on the spot, that meant he might actually like him. Maybe.
After laughing a good deal at his plight, she held his hand to her cheek and thanked him for the day. Confessing that she couldn't have gotten through it without him.
Once they reached his house and after pulling into the driveway, Sarada sat still and waited for him to come by and open her door. Boruto held his hand out for her to hold and help her out of the car. They both walked up to his front door, hand in hand.
"Oh, shit. I almost forgot!" Boruto turned to her the instant they stepped onto his doorstep. "I did get you a little something."
Sarada jumped from his sudden exclamation. "I told you not to get me anything."
"I know, but I didn't listen." He snickered as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys. He held it up with a smile and Sarada blinked at it, realizing it was a single key and the pink keychain not only had her name on it but his as well. "Move in with me."
A soft gasp escaped her lips, and tears pooled at the corner of her eyes. "Boruto…" she whispered, still feeling so overwhelmed. She had given him a key to her apartment just a few days ago, but that key only had her name on it. This time, the key he was offering had both their names, making good with his promise that he wouldn't leave her. Even after finding out she was pregnant, he still wanted her. "Really?"
"Really." He nodded, grinning at her and holding out the key for her. "I figured we'd be missing each other when we stop working together… so why not? And now… we're having a baby."
A tear finally fell down her cheek, but she smiled at him, taking the key and giving him a hug. "Thank you. I love it." Things were definitely looking up, and she was happy to have him stick around. When they pulled away, Sarada looked at the key again and inserted it into the lock, giving it a twist and heard a satisfying click. She pushed the door open, and finally, they were home.
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That weekend, Boruto called his parents, asking them to come over to his house for lunch. Sarada was busy preparing and cooking, that Boruto had to make her sit down, not wanting her to overwork herself.
"I'm pregnant, not disabled," she snapped.
"You're… pregnant?"
Both of them slowly turned to the three people who had just come in the door, holding on to Tupperware filled with food. Hinata was shaking so much, Sarada was afraid she would let go and drop the food. Himawari had dropped the lollipop she was holding on to, and Naruto's jaw fell to the floor.
Boruto and Sarada froze. "Umm…" Sarada didn't even know how to begin to explain. This was not how they wanted to tell them. Not in the slightest bit.
"S-surprise!" Boruto tried to cover it up, but his eyes screamed panic.
The shock brought about a long and tense silence until Himawari screamed.
"What?!" Her arms flailed around, eyes wide. "I'm going to be an aunt?!"
"Like… there's going to be a baby?" Naruto mumbled, trying to come to terms with the news while his wife stood there, mouth hanging open much like him.
"Sarada-chan!" Himawari jumped over to her, flinging her arms around her neck and hugging her tight. "I'm so happy! It's about time Boruto settles down… I knew you would make it happen."
"Pregnant… with a baby?" Naruto was still at a loss. "I thought I was too young for this…"
"Well, you're not. Too bad." Boruto huffed, crossing his arms.
"Yes," Sarada responded, cheeks tinted pink from all the attention. "We just found out and wanted to let you three be one of the first to know… sorry, but my parents found out first."
"So you're finally going to get married?" Himawari pressed excitedly, blue eyes sparkling.
"We're getting a baby," Boruto corrected.
Himawari's gaze snapped to him, blue eyes instantly ablaze. "You're not getting married?"
Naruto looked down at the container in his hands and he slowly opened it in the most awkward way. He reached in, grabbing a strawberry and then threw it at Boruto, whacking him right in the forehead with it. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Ow!" Boruto groaned, rubbing his forehead where he'd been hit.
"Naruto, I told you about throwing food," Hinata whispered, but her soft tone was strangely concerning.
"I'm gonna kill you." Himawari glared coldly at her brother, raising a clenched fist that had him hiding behind Sarada.
"You can't," he argued. "Sarada needs me… and our baby does too."
Sarada held her hands up, a nervous smile on her face. "Maybe we should all sit down and have a bite first before talking about it more."
Another strawberry hit Boruto right between his eyes, much harder this time, but surprisingly… it wasn't Naruto who threw it.
It was Hinata.
"Mom?!" Boruto gawked, not believing she actually threw a strawberry at him.
"We'll need to have a word. After we eat…" she said before looking at Sarada and smiling the most angelic smile. "You're right, dear. Food will help us calm down."
Tension hung in the air during lunch, as well as a mixture of high emotions. Once things were clarified, the Uzumakis seemed happy and congratulated the two of them. Offering help, in whatever form, shall they ever need it.
Sarada thought they were already over it, but Naruto and Himawari still glared at Boruto, telling him to straighten up before going. Hinata then invited him to come over, too, to chat about things. He visibly paled and hid behind Sarada. She only laughed and patted his head, relieved that his parents were generally okay with it.
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Come Monday, Sarada told herself that she had to tell her team. The rest of the friend group could wait, but she felt like she owed it to Chocho and Inojin to tell them first. Not wanting Boruto to be around when she did, she waited until lunch and gave him an absurd request for what she wanted to eat and blamed it on her craving. Despite him being pouty about it, he still left the office to get it for her, kissing her forehead before leaving her office.
After a few minutes, she called the two into her office, feeling even more nervous to tell them rather than telling Boruto's family. Sarada knew they weren't going to take it half as well.
Chocho and Inojin came into her office. Chocho holding on to a bag of chips and munching, while Inojin was sucking on a lollipop.
"What is it, boss?" Inojin asked, hands laced behind his head, looking bored. "We should be at lunch right around now." The white lollipop stick moved around as he spoke, and continued to do so even after.
Chocho agreed and continued munching loudly.
Right. Lunch. Well, if they were in a rush, she figured there was no reason beating around the bush.
"You're right. I won't keep you. I just wanted to announce something." Sarada straightened her posture and prepared herself to drop the bomb. "I'm pregnant."
"You're wha—" Inojin sucked a little too hard, and white stick disappeared into his mouth. His hands came up to his throat and he struggled to cough out the candy.
Chocho dropped her bag of chips and screamed. She kept on doing so, until she walked around Sarada's desk, came up to her and slapped her cheek and continued to scream some more.
Sarada was shocked. The slap didn't hurt as much, but it still stung. What she couldn't believe more was that Chocho actually slapped her. And Inojin… was he okay?
Inojin was now kneeling on the ground, still choking.
"How could you?!" Chocho placed her hands on her shoulders and shook her. "Why didn't you use protection? How could you be so irresponsible?! And oh my god," she leaned in close, "Boruto's the father, isn't he? He got you pregnant! He got you pregnant right here," she pointed at the desk, her expression darkening. "Didn't he?"
"That is some sick shit, Sarada!" Inojin was still on the floor, but the lollipop had been dislodged from his throat. Ah good, he was still alive. "What the fuck?!" Okay, maybe it was better when he was choking and not talking.
Her face turned as red as a tomato, and she hid her face behind her hands. This was exactly what she was expecting. "I know, I'm sorry! It just slipped."
"You better be!" Chocho barked. "I can't believe you. This is so not like you!"
"Just slipped," Inojin muttered under his breath. "What kind of dipshit doesn't use protection? Oh wait—" he looked at her, "you two."
Sarada felt like she was going to die from the humiliation. They were right. She was careless. "I'm sorry!"
With her third apology, the two calmed down, ceasing their yelling and sarcasm. They sat down and talked about it a little more, with Sarada explaining how she found out that both their families knew, and now they were living together.
"I better be invited to the wedding!" Chocho huffed.
"The wedding invitation and logo will be my gift," Inojin offered. "Where are you planning to have it? Any color themes?"
Wedding? Why did people keep asking about their wedding? They weren't even together.
"There are no plans," she stated simply. "But we will be caring for the baby. Together."
Chocho's mouth twisted and she jumped up from the chair. "How can you say that?!" She was furious and worked up all over again. "You've told your families, living together, and you're not getting married?"
"That is some messed up shit," Inojin nodded. "Hasn't he asked you yet?"
"We're not even together," she admitted, and then covered her ears because Chocho just let out the loudest scream she had ever heard.
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Telling everyone wasn't easy, but Sarada preferred people hear it from her rather than from anyone else. Some people took it well, others didn't say a thing, while some also just said their congratulatory remarks to be polite. It was weird, having to feel that she needed to tell them, what more to explain.
The week was emotionally exhausting, and knowing it would be Boruto's last week with her also made her sad. As much as she didn't want him to stop being with her at work, he was already starting to work with Mitsuki, talking on the phone more often-talking to a friend that she had never met. It wasn't that she was jealous or anything. Just curious. They would be working together a lot, after all.
On her first day without Boruto, he drove her to work and walked her to her desk. Sarada clung on to him, stealing a lingering kiss before letting him leave.
"You're being so clingy, Sarada," Boruto said, though his tone was teasing and there was a smirk on his lips.
Although she pouted and hated he was teasing her, she still kept her arms around his middle, not wanting to let go. "Hmph."
After a few more kisses and whining, Sarada finally let him go and sat on her desk, begrudgingly getting to work. Fighting off the sleepiness wasn't fun, neither were the bouts of nausea that were happening a lot more than she would like. Her craving for coffee was a lot stronger, and it took a lot of willpower for her to only have one cup a day. Even having just one cup a day was already a lengthy argument with her mother and the gynaecologist.
It was nearly lunchtime, and Sarada was struggling to think of what to eat. It was a battle between sushi and ice cream or chocolate syrup and steak… all on the same plate. Just thinking about which one she wanted was already making her head hurt, and her tummy grumbling.
Or maybe… something a little more familiar.
While she was thinking over her options, her office door opened and in walked Boruto with a bag that she recognized immediately. He was smiling as he carried over the bag and set it on her desk. "Hungry?" He asked as he bent over and kissed her cheek.
"Boruto!" The excitement and how fast she got up from her chair was almost embarrassing. Almost. Sarada threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tight, forgetting her hunger, and focused on him being here with her again. "I didn't expect to see you until six." Her eyes shifted to the brown bag. "And you got me food."
"Surprise." He laughed and wound his arms around her waist. "I didn't want my princess missing me too much."
She was still clinging on to him, not making a move to let go. "Thank you."
Just a few months ago, she was texting her mother she hated him, and now, she couldn't get enough and didn't want to let go.
Boruto rubbed her back and kissed her temple, not letting go until she did. And settled back on her desk to eat. It wasn't exactly what she was craving for but Boruto brought it for her, and she wasn't going to let it go to waste. "Not what I wanted, but I'll eat it."
She ate all of it.
"Must have been what you wanted." Boruto mused as he got up and walked around her desk, sitting on it to be a little closer. "You ate so fast… still have a while left on your lunch hour."
Sarada cocked her head to the side. "What do you suggest we do, then?"
"I could show you better than I can tell you," He said, fingers ghosting along her cheek and brushing over her lips.
A fire ignited at the pit of her belly. Sarada licked her lips. "Show me."
Boruto stood up, grinning smugly as he walked back around her desk and to the door, locking it before turning back around. His hands raised to his neck, loosening his tie while he made his way back towards her. Once the tie was removed, he started unbuttoning his shirt and Sarada bit her lip.
"How about this time, you bend over here," he suggested once the last button was undone, hand splaying out on her desk and rubbing the smooth surface.
Heat rose from the back of her neck all the way to her cheeks, until the top of her ears. He hasn't even touched her yet, but just seeing his open shirt was already doing things to her. Sarada bit her lower lip and stood from her chair, hands roaming to feel his chest and abs. Her want increasing with every stroke. "Showing me something new today?" She raised a brow, a smug smile on her face, eager to begin.
His hands moved to her plump backside, squeezing as he pulled her against him, showing her he was already getting hard. He didn't respond with words, instead he kissed her hard, coaxing her lips apart and sliding his tongue into her mouth within seconds. She was already clinging to him, nails unconsciously scraping across his shoulders and chest. It felt as if she'd just gotten lost in his electrifying kiss whenever he pulled away and turned her around, pushing her to lay her front on the desk.
Boruto knelt behind her, hands roaming down her skirt-covered thighs and then over her stockings. "Damn, what fine legs." He hummed cheekily, loving the way she trembled in anticipation.
Sarada kept still and as quiet as possible as he unzipped her skirt and pulled it down to her knees along with her stockings and panties. He still took his time caressing her legs and ass, admiring the view for far too long in her book. When he leaned in and started kissing her legs, she felt he was going to do more teasing than she wanted and it frustrated her immediately. Her hips swayed from side to side, trying to entice him into hurrying it along but he was unphased.
He just kept taunting her with that damn mouth and glorious tongue until she was panting and on the verge of begging him to take her. Her frustration only grew when she felt him smiling, not bothering to hide his amusement at her suffering.
"Boruto," she whined, turning to face him, and frowning at his smiling face. "Get on with it already." It wasn't even a request.
"Relax, princess. You know I'll take care of you." He spoke in a husky tone that had chills sweeping over her skin. His touch felt good, she loved having his hands all over her, stroking and kneading. It made her crazy, leaving her with that desperate need to have him, yet he denied her.
"I don't feel it right now," Sarada whimpered. "You're just teasing me."
"What's your rush?" Boruto chuckled and then sucked on the back of her thigh.
There was no real rush, but she wanted her release and she wanted it now. Feeling his mouth on her leg was killing her, and she threw a glare at him. "Boruto. Why did you have to unbutton your shirt if you're just going to tease me?"
"For your pleasure only, Princess." He admitted shamelessly before peppering kisses closer to her inner thigh.
She growled, but it ended up being a moan when he reached a little closer to her sex. Boruto smirked at her reaction and decided to take pity on her. The last thing he wanted was for her to really get upset, so he spread her legs a little further and breathed across her purposely, letting her know his intentions. It made her shake with anticipation.
Thankfully she didn't have to say anything more before his tongue was on her where she wanted it most, drawing lazy circles around her entrance and then slowly licking towards her clit. She was really sensitive, enough that the first touch had her whole body jerking and a strangled moan falling from her lips.
"Hush now. If you can't keep it down, we won't be able to play. It's not after hours, ya know."
Throwing another glare his way and a low scowl, Sarada bit her lower lip, doing her best to keep her voice down. It was going to be a struggle, but she definitely did not want anyone knowing what she was doing in her office.
Boruto knew she wouldn't be able to keep quiet for long, but he supposed most people were either out or in the canteen, so if they hurried they would be safe. Focusing on her was easy, he enjoyed it because it was satisfying for him. Seeing her so lost in pleasure really did a number on him, but it was painfully easy to maintain his concentration, to move his tongue in all the right ways to have her squirming and whimpering his name.
The closer Sarada got to her orgasm, the louder she grew but Boruto didn't bother stopping to chide her for it. He needed to finish her off before her team returned, so he lapped at her sex a little firmer, suckling and kissing in between until her moans were turned silent. She was holding her breath, her brain not helping her remember how to breathe properly anymore. All she knew was that she needed to come. It was right there and if he so much as dared to stop, she would kick his ass.
He didn't though, he gave as good as he could, bringing her to and over the edge as if he was as hungry for her release as she was. She tasted so good he didn't want to stop, but he did when he knew she was too sensitive to take a single more lick. Leaning back a bit, Boruto wiped his mouth with his thumb and then pulled her panties and stockings back up in place, grabbing her skirt next to do the same to it.
Releasing a dragged out mixture of a moan and whimper, Sarada stayed bent over her desk, eyes heavy and looking at her lover, doing her best to even out her breathing. Although she wanted more, risking making any more noise than she already made would be too dangerous. All she wanted to do was go home and lie in bed with Boruto, take a nap and do it all over again.
Work was, as Shikadai put it, such a drag.
Watching Boruto button up his shirt was already making her miss him. Not that she'd admit that out loud. He fiddled with his tie, and she got up to do it for him, just as she did that morning.
"My dick is gonna be hard forever now." He rolled his eyes, but he seemed oddly happy about it. But then his phone rang and when he pulled it out of his pocket, his face fell. "Never mind it's already gone." He sighed and silenced the phone, sliding it back in his pocket. Then he smiled and gave her a quick kiss on her lips. "That's Mitsuki, I've gotta run. See you at six, okay?"
She held onto his tie, and pulled him closer to her for another kiss before fixing it up and letting him go. A quick look at her clock, and she sighed. It wouldn't be for a few more hours until she would see him again, but she was already looking forward to it.
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