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"What do you mean you're not giving me any money?" Mitsuki turned around in his chair so quickly he almost fell out of it.
Boruto stood just behind him, glaring at the mess of a graph on his computer, hands in the pockets of his slacks. "Do I look like an idiot to you? Clean that shit up and make it presentable. Then maybe we can talk."
"Boruto."
"Mitsuki."
"You've got some nerve coming here smelling like pus—"
Boruto's hand flew out of his pocket and smacked Mitsuki upside the head before he could finish his sentence and he glared at him. "Watch your tongue."
"Maybe you should watch yours," Mitsuki grumbled, sulking as he looked back to his graph. "I don't see what the problem is here."
"It's nothing but a problem," Boruto explained simply. "Your organizational skills are basically nonexistent and you're not asking for pocket change here, ya know."
Mitsuki sulked some more, lower lip jutting out as he looked at the graph again, working out the numbers. Investing in a startup was always a risk, and Boruto had to think twice about investing so much now that he had two people to consider for every decision he made. It wasn't long until Mitsuki realized his mistake and did another run down, sighing that it wasn't as promising as he had hoped, it was still workable, but they would have to take a less aggressive approach and perhaps join in later when the company was more stable.
"With the way things look, I'm willing to invest half of what you were hoping. No more. If things go well, I may consider adding the other half. It's just too risky for me right now."
He had a baby on the way. A mother to that baby. And a father to that mother who already wanted to kill him. No way was he putting himself in any compromising situations.
"Fine." Mitsuki agreed, knowing Boruto wouldn't be swayed no matter how much he tried to convince him. "We're still on for our project though, right?"
Boruto nodded slowly as he checked his phone for the nth time. "Yes, I've already put the money aside in its own account. Tomorrow we will go down to the bank together so we can get your access."
"I'm hoping to launch on the first of next month."
"Have Hōki check over your shitty graphs before you even think of presenting one to me again," Boruto said in a tone that said he wouldn't be taking any nonsense but Mitsuki only rolled his eyes.
"If you're going to nag me can you at least get off your phone?" Mitsuki asked, fingertips drumming on his desk.
Boruto frowned and put his phone back in his pocket. "I have somewhere to be at six."
"It's only four."
"Thanks for the reminder, bastard." Boruto scoffed, trying not to pout. Time was sitting still and he was just ready to see Sarada and take her home. "Are you going to start working or just argue with me?"
"Fine. I'll call Hōki over, I have a few more of these shitty graphs."
"That would be wise." Boruto smiled to himself and turned on his heel to leave, ignoring Mitsuki's second reminder of the time. As if he hadn't been checking his phone every other minute.
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When he arrived at Ichiraku Ramen Corp, he still had an hour before Sarada's shift would be over and as badly as he wanted to storm into her office, he forced himself not to and instead stormed into his dad's. Konohamaru was there too, instantly giving Boruto a look that said he was still mad.
He'd been giving the blond the silent treatment for a week now.
"Ah, Boruto," Naruto grinned and waved him over.
Boruto walked over, taking notice of the pamphlet on Naruto's desk that he was pointing at. "What's that?"
"Hinata told me to give this to Sarada. You're looking for a new place to buy that's more kid-friendly, right?"
That was unexpected, making Boruto frown and look at his dad in confusion. "My house isn't kid-friendly?" He'd always thought it was on the nicer side—which was why he bought it, to begin with.
"Don't be ridiculous. What land do you have—not even an acre? How is my grandson supposed to stretch his legs in such a cramped yard?"
Grandson?! "It's a boy?!" Boruto gasped. This was news to him.
"I don't know… maybe." Naruto shrugged. "Or maybe it's a girl… or twins."
"I quit!" Konohamaru snapped as he got to his feet, turning to walk out.
"You can't quit." Naruto snorted.
"I can as long as you're talking about this baby business that I had to find out through employee gossip."
"Come on, Big Bro, you know the shitfest I've been dealing with lately." Boruto tried to reason with Konohamaru.
"Yeah, try telling that to Hanabi. I'm the one who has to live with her."
"You're the one who went running to her without even giving us a chance to talk to you guys!"
"Alright, let's just take a breath," Naruto said with a loud sigh.
"Tell him that!" Boruto and Konohamaru yelled at the same time and then scowled at each other.
Naruto tusked and shook his head at the two of them. "Boruto, you need to make things right. I'm tired of seeing Konohamaru pout and listening to your mother rant about Hanabi ranting. Do the right thing."
Boruto couldn't seem to figure out what the right thing was anymore. Ever. "Alright, damn. I'm sorry. Let me talk to Sarada and see about having you over for dinner Saturday."
"Great, I'm free after lunch." Naruto beamed.
"Dad… I was talking to Big Bro."
"Oh…"
Boruto sighed, feeling bad that Naruto's excitement has died so quickly. "Maybe we can all have dinner. Just let me talk to Sarada first."
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"Finally." Boruto breathed once he stepped into his home, Sarada tucked against his side. "I thought we'd never make it."
She tiptoed and kissed his cheek. "Rough day?" Sarada rubbed his tummy and grinned. "Hungry? I'll cook something good."
"I feel like so much happened. Like today was a whole week in itself." He sighed and pulled her into a hug. "You must be tired. Why don't you shower and I'll cook… breakfast."
"Or we can shower together," Sarada giggled. "We can order something so it'll be here when we finish up."
"Are you sure we'll be finished in time?" He smirked then.
Sarada leaned a little closer to him, a smug smile on her face. "You're right. We can order after."
"Smart girl."
They were nothing short of excited and eager as they hurried up the stairs together, giggling and stripping on their way. It seemed that they'd never be able to get enough of each other and they truly loved taking their time. They'd even run out of hot water long before they ever made it out of the shower.
Using a towel to dry herself with, Sarada picked up Boruto's deserted clothes on the floor. Something fell out of his back pocket, piquing her interest. It was a pamphlet for real estate in the suburbs a little farther out than his parents' home. "What's this," she muttered and opened it up, reading what the village had to offer, lot sizes and contact numbers for agents.
Boruto peeked over her shoulder to see what she was talking about and then sighed. It was now or never. "Dad gave me that… for you. Says we should consider buying a new place together, with more room for the baby."
Her eyes went wide and she looked at him, not really knowing what to say. "That sounds reasonable but really?" She held up the pamphlet. "The starting prices are outrageous."
"No, they're not." He frowned, taking a look just to make sure he wasn't mistaken. "You don't need to worry about that anyway. That's my job, okay?"
Sarada swallowed. "I know you told my parents you'll take care of me, but I can help, too. This baby is also my responsibility."
"Yes and I don't know if you realized this but… you're going to be the one pushing it out." Boruto snickered and flicked her nose when she glared at him. "You take care of that and I'll take care of everything else. No complaining."
Her lower lip jutted out and she rolled her eyes. "Fine."
Boruto ginned and then kissed her high on her cheek. "So then we should do this… maybe I'll sell this place after we're settled and we can use the money to start a savings account for the baby. Dad thinks it's a boy by the way."
She hummed and dug around the drawers for her panties. "That sounds good, or we can rent the house out. Use it as passive income." Once she put it on, she came back to his side and grinned. "Really? A boy? Mama wants one, too."
"That's a wise investment." Boruto agreed, already taking her back in his arms. "And I don't know… I suppose I don't really have a preference… as long as they're healthy, and look like you."
"Aww," Sarada wrapped her arms around him and grinned. "A boy that looks like me… then the baby will look a lot like Papa."
"Well… maybe he can look like me too." Boruto said nervously. Now he was stuck with Sasuke for the rest of his life and just how the fuck did this happen?
"He'd be a very handsome boy, then." She rested her head on his chest and sighed. "Won't be until a few more weeks 'til we find out. I suppose we can have people bet on which gender and make some money, don't you think?" Sarada laughed and scooted them over to the dresser so she could pick her phone up and opened a delivery app. "I'm feeling pasta…" she muttered. "And sushi… and cake." After a few seconds of scrolling. "Oh, tacos." Sarada looked at him and asked. "That sound good?"
"Yes, Princess. Whatever you want." He smiled softly at her and then opened his underwear drawer to grab a pair.
"Okay," she perked up and clicked away to order all of that, refusing to let go of him, even if Boruto struggled to put on his underwear.
Though it took him way longer than it should have, Boruto finally got his underwear on and then walked them down to his T-shirt drawer. He grabbed a plain white Tee for himself and then got a dark blue one for her. He set his shirt aside to pull hers down over her head and she begrudgingly removed her arms from him to slip them through the sleeves.
"You're so cute and clingy today." Boruto teased as he pinched her cheek and then struggled to get his own shirt on.
Sarada only grinned and continued to cling on to him. "Get used to it. You signed up for this."
"Oh, I did, huh?" He laughed. It hadn't happened like that exactly, but he certainly wasn't going to complain. "Shouldn't we at least go wait in the living room? You can sit on top of me down there for all I care. Actually, that sounds like a plan. Let's."
Later while they ate the buffet Sarada ordered for them, they looked through the pamphlet and even more on his laptop. They weren't necessarily in a rush or anything, but there was really no need in wasting time. Once they did decide on a house, they could still need to make renovations and then there was the baby who would need a nursery decorated just for them. There was a lot to consider, so the sooner the better.
Boruto cleaned their mess once they finished and then started searching for another movie while Sarada scrolled on her phone until she suddenly stopped, gasped and leaned away from him. She was shielding her phone and he knew it, he just couldn't think of a reason for her to do that.
"What is it?" He asked, trying to peek at her phone.
"Nothing," her eyes were wide, and she pressed her phone's screen to her chest.
"Sarada," His eyes narrowed on her and then her phone. "What the fuck is it?" It couldn't be good if she was trying to hide it.
"Nothing!" She insisted.
"Hand it over," Boruto demanded, holding his hand out and flexing his fingers for it.
"No!" She refused. "Get your own phone! You follow Hima on Ninstagram, anyway." She smirked.
"Hima?" His heart dropped and he quickly scrambled to grab his phone and pull up the app. The first thing that showed on his feed was from his sister.
And it was a picture.
Of her. And Inojin.
On a date!
Sucking on lollipops...
"What the fuck is this?" He wheezed and showed his screen to Sarada.
"A cute photo of Inojin and Hima," she grinned.
"On a date?" Of all people, with him?
"Why not?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
Her brow quirked up. "It's a photo of them having a lollipop together. I can hardly see what's wrong with it."
"It has Inojin in it." That was the whole problem.
Sarada rolled her eyes. "He isn't that bad, okay? Besides, he's been crushing on her before they even met. Thinks she's really cute."
"Have you not heard him speak?" He cocked his brows back at her. "He has no respect."
"You should see how he treats his mom," her lips quirked up into a smile and she kissed his cheek. "I would dare say he'll give you a run for your money."
"No respect." Boruto grumbled to himself and set his phone aside. He didn't need to see any more. "Whatever." He finally sighed, hoping he couldn't be that bad of Sarada thought so much of him. Even if he did have a nasty attitude. "Let's get you upstairs and in bed. If you want, I'll contact the realtor tomorrow so we can start looking at places."
Sarada accepted his help after he stood and offered it. She didn't really need it, but she never turned him down.
"Okay, okay," Sarada walked with him up the stairs and once she got in bed, tapped the space next to her. "Come lie down with me."
"I am." He smiled and tugged his shirt off before settling in next to her.
She was quick to wrap her arms around him, practically lying down on him and snuggling close. A satisfied sigh escaped her lips. "Comfy."
A big grin lit up his face and he kissed the top of her head before beginning to play with her hair. She was enough for him. She was soothing and sweet and made him never want to let go. He didn't think he ever would.
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One thing that had changed with Sarada was her mood. It was the hormones, he knew that, but damn couldn't they just settle down or something? Either she was ready to suffocate him with affection—or literally suffocate him and take him away from the earth. Boruto never knew what he was going to get. He had to watch what he said and what he did, make sure he wasn't stepping out of bounds at all times while also doing whatever he could to make her happy.
Honestly, it was still early and Sarada wasn't that bad.
Boruto was just extra.
Still, every morning he drove her to work, walked her in and spared enough time to see Inojin and exchange some mild glares. Who did that guy think he was anyway? Boruto couldn't stand it and yet all he wanted was for Himawari to be happy—for Inojin to be decent at least. That mouth on him was never going anywhere though.
Things with Mitsuki were going well, much cleaner now that he had Hōki doing more and Mitsuki wasn't drowning himself in work to make his decision-making skills any worse than they already were. Every time Boruto thought about those wanna-be graphs, he rolled his eyes and got a headache.
It took a few more days than Boruto wanted for the real estate agent to be able to meet with them. It worked out though, meeting on a Saturday afternoon when Sarada didn't have work and neither did he. Not that he couldn't be off any time he wanted, because he could.
They met her at the first home she suggested after Boruto explained what they were looking for. At least an idea of what they were looking for. For some reason, they didn't talk much about it on the way to see the agent and the first house. They were too busy talking about other things. A lot of other, unimportant things that just kept them talking. Boruto couldn't lie and say he didn't miss being at work with her every day. Even though they were living together. And having a baby.
When he parked in the driveway of the first home, he looked at it for a second before looking to Sarada. She was staring at the home thoughtfully, but Boruto was ready to shut it down before they even got out of the car.
"I'm not living in a puke-colored house," He said without any hesitation. It was a hideous greenish color that made him nauseated just seeing it.
Sarada laughed at his comment and pinched his nose. "You can always have it repainted. Can't we at least see what's inside?"
"Ew." Boruto cringed, just imagining how the inside was painted. "I guess, but I'm not happy about it."
While Sarada rolled her eyes, he got out of the car to walk around and help her out. His hand took hers before he looked back to the house. There was a nice front porch that wrapped around the side and the place itself was honestly homey looking, but… pukey.
"Who wants a house this color?" He muttered under his breath as they walked up the stone path to the front porch.
The agent was a tall man with a pale complexion. He wore a tailored suit and sunglasses. "Good afternoon, I'm Shino." He extended his hand to shake with Sarada and Boruto. They exchanged a few pleasantries before entering the house.
Shino started with the usual spiel, about how it was a good home for either a young or established family. "There are three bedrooms, but we can easily convert the space on the second floor to another should you want a guest room."
"Three is quite plenty," Sarada mused as she looked into the master's bedroom. "Don't you think so, Boruto?"
"Three?" He huffed, no way was that enough. "I was thinking more like… at least five."
"At least?" Sarada didn't even bother hiding her shock. "A room for us, a guest and the baby. Three should be good. Four if you want an office."
Shino adjusted his sunglasses. "We have other houses on this street with four bedrooms."
"Minimum of five. I would like an office… but there could be other babies, ya know? What would we do when more come along, just buy another house? No. Let's think ahead."
Sarada blinked and looked like a beached fish. "More kids?"
Shino nodded his head. "That is a reasonable way of thinking. We also have homes with a family room on the second floor, perfect for a movie night with friends and family."
But his comment was ignored when Sarada stormed up to her not husband (not even boyfriend). "You want more kids when we're not even married? Just how many did you plan to have? I haven't even pushed this one out yet!" Her temper was rising, and the agent took a step back, hands in the air. His eyes quickly darted at their fingers and did find no rings on them. Not even for engagement.
Boruto huffed at her, hands on his hips. "Well if you wanted to get married all you had to do was tell me. Of course, I want at least three but four sounds better."
Shino's face turned bright red as he watched a heated exchange. No one informed him that he was going to handle these kinds of clients today.
Sarada's hands rubbed at her face. "Getting married isn't even the point yet. We had a baby by accident, okay. Fair, and that's fine but," her hands were going everywhere. "Four? You push the rest out."
"It's not an accident. Just… unplanned, okay?" Boruto shook his head and sighed loudly in the most exaggerated manner. "You act like you'll remember the pain of pushing it out. Mom says you'll only know the love you feel for the baby so relax. She did it twice. You can do it a few times or so…"
The agent coughed to hide his awkwardness. The two were still at it in the middle of the master's bedroom. Their voices were so loud that the other people passing by were starting to look into the house. The threats that Sarada threw at Boruto certainly didn't help, either.
"Maybe we should…" Shino coughed again. "Try another house. The one across the street is really flexible. It can be renovated to make up to five rooms when needed."
Sarada was still angry but stopped shouting. She nodded at the agent and walked right past Boruto, going down the stairs. The agent gave Boruto a tired smile and followed after her.
He wasn't going to back down and he was fuming. It wasn't easy to hold his tongue when the agent obviously didn't understand they were already pregnant. The baby was on its way and he didn't have time for things like renovations. This was a stressful time and he hadn't even started buying baby things yet.
As soon as Boruto and Sarada were in the car, he started it and stared at the dashboard. "Are you saying we shouldn't get one with five bedrooms? Better safe than sorry, don't you think?"
Sarada chewed on her lower lip for a while, before finally turning to face him. Her brows knit together and she sighed. "I can't argue with your reasoning but…" her voice dropped a bit. "I just feel like it's happening so fast. I'm not even showing yet and you're already thinking of more."
Blue eyes peeked over at her and Boruto sighed, reaching over to take her hand in his. "Calm down, Princess. I've always wanted a lot of kids. Wouldn't you want me to be honest about it? We don't have to rush it or anything… but it's still good to think ahead."
She squeezed his hand and nodded. "Okay."
"Good," he offered her a warm smile and finally pulled the car out of the driveway so they could check the next home. "I guess I'd be okay with some renovations in the future, but I just prefer not to have to do that."
Sarada nodded and looked out the window, watching the other houses go by and the families out on their yards. "That makes sense," she muttered. "The people here also seem nice."
"Yeah… it's a nice neighborhood for families." Boruto could think of Sarada and their baby just like that. His family. Whether they were together or not, married or not, they were a family.
A/N: Is it all moving too fast? Is it just her hormones or does Sarada have a point to be scared? Will Inojin and Hima work out, especially with Boruto not liking Inojin? Let us know your thoughts by leaving a review!
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