A/N: Fam, this is it. The moment that we have all been waiting for!
We don't own Naruto/Boruto.
Sarada took a leave in the morning to go to the hospital with Boruto the following day, opting to work from home in the afternoon once they finished. The hospital wasn't as packed, but there were a lot of women, a lot later into their pregnancy than she was. Their bellies were swollen and wearing maternity clothes, walking a little funny. Her hand came up to stroke her stomach, a little bigger than it normally was for her, with her free hand, as Boruto was holding on to her other, as usual. They didn't have to wait so long for their turn, and this time, Sarada didn't fuss for Boruto to wait for her outside.
Shizune welcomed them warmly and got right to it, taking her blood pressure and asking how their move was, and then diving into more questions. "How's your morning sickness, Sarada?"
"Not as much as before," she responded quickly. "I get them every now and then, but not enough to bother me."
"Diet? Still eating healthy?" Shizune walked over and brought her to the weighing scale, writing it down when they finished. She pulled out her older files and smiled. "Looks like you're gaining weight."
She huffed at that, but Boruto was grinning like a maniac. "Yes, she eats healthy… a lot. I make sure of it." He was a little too proud of himself.
"No more sushi, okay? Go for fresh fruits and vegetables. You're already thirteen weeks in, and you're so close to the second trimester, which will hopefully be the easiest one for you." Shizune opened up her drawer and pulled out a booklet, containing information about what she can expect, but still ran it by them.
"Your morning sickness and sensitivity to other foods should lessen, and—this is the exciting part—your baby will be growing a lot, so you can expect your bump to really show." Her excitement was infectious, "We can schedule on your sixteenth week to find out the gender, I'll have you come back for an ultrasound." Holding the pamphlet out, she kept talking about how the baby would be moving around more, their hair and limbs growing, as well "tasting" the food Sarada would be eating. Shizune turned to Boruto, "Make sure she eats healthy, and control your sugar intake. I don't want you getting gestational diabetes."
Sarada complained about that, as her cravings mostly entailed sugary sweets.
"No complaining, you can do it. Sweets are for occasions." Boruto rubbed her back affectionately, smiling a little too brightly.
Her lower lip jutted out, a mild glare was tossed his way. Sarada felt a little betrayed that he took the doctor's side, but she didn't want to put herself or their baby in any danger. "Fine."
Shizune chuckled at her reaction and opened up the topic of exercise. "Try going swimming, or take some prenatal yoga classes, there are a few studios who offer that. Walking is also good. Have you been doing your kegel exercises? You need to keep at that."
"Ooh, ooh, I want to do prenatal yoga," Boruto said excitedly. "And yeah, Sarada, can't forget those."
Her cheeks reddened at Boruto's last comment. "I've been doing them. Prenatal yoga sounds good, too. What else do I need to do?"
Shizune pulled out a list of tests, potential need for a flu shot, and then her calendar, working out a regular schedule for her and Sarada to meet. This time, she was prepared, having her planner open, and writing down the dates, listening to her talk more about things she might need.
"Don't forget your vitamins, oh, and since we talked about your kegel exercises, how has your libido been?"
Sarada choked on the air she was breathing. Honestly. She should have been used to all the sex questions by now but it was still weird talking about it. No coherent words were coming out of her mouth.
"Don't you worry about that, doc. She's raring to go. Every morning. Every afternoon… every night… sometimes more than once too." Boruto seemed to have no trouble explaining.
Her planner closed with a loud snap and she glared at him.
Shizune was used to it by now, only waving her hand. "Oh, that's good to hear. As you move on to your second trimester, expect feeling more fatigued, and your mood-swings might cause you not to want it, or want it more often." She waited for them to absorb this information before going on. "It's not bad to have sex but be clear when you're not feeling up to it. A lot of my patients experience less sex during this trimester, usually opting to sleep."
"So it's not bad, as in… for the baby? So, we can have all the sex we want?" Boruto asked for clarity.
Sarada kicked him under the table this time, not able to contain her annoyance.
Shizune watched Boruto jump and laughed. "No, it's not bad at all. I think your baby will like being rocked around a bit, too. Might be fun, just be careful with her tummy."
The blush on Sarada's face was starting to look permanent, and she hated how Boruto sighed a sigh of relief, a big grin on his face.
"Hear that, Princess? The baby might like it too. Not as much as you, though."
"Are we done here?" Sarada asked, a little too harshly.
The doctor laughed and stood from her desk. "Yes, you can go now. Please give this to my assistant before you go."
Sarada took the folder and nodded her thanks, still shooting a pointed look at Boruto before leading the way out, nose in the air. Boruto paid for their checkup and followed Sarada out. She was giving him the cold shoulder, still embarrassed by what he said in front of the doctor.
"Why are you so mad?" Boruto asked the instant he was in the car with her. "It was a great checkup, I thought."
She only harrumphed in response, refusing to look at him. She could still feel the heat on her cheeks come up every time she replayed the conversation that happened in the doctor's office. Gaining weight was one thing, but her not being allowed to eat sweets was enough to make her cry. And Boruto talking about their sex life did not help at all. "Can we go to the grocery now? I need to be working by one."
"Anything for you." Boruto smiled, unaffected by her snottiness. He put the car in reverse, backed out of their parking spot, and then pulled away.
Sarada opened up her phone, going through her emails as Boruto drove. She was still mad at him but didn't make a move to remove his hand from her thigh. He rubbed at it tenderly, trying to get her to forgive him, even playing the music that she likes that she knew he hated, and she would not admit it was working. Never.
As usual, he walked around to open her door for her and helped her out. He took her hand in his and kissed it, giving her a warm smile. It took everything in her not to smile back, but she did squeeze his hand. It was so hard to stay mad at him when he was looking at her like that.
Those big blue eyes were always at fault, and she loved them. Secretly wishing that their baby would inherit them.
The grocery was relatively empty, as it was only eleven in the morning. Boruto took a cart and led them to the produce section, waiting for Sarada to pick out the vegetables she might need. There were a bunch of recipes she already thought of preparing, and she took the ingredients one by one. Boruto left her side to go get bacon and eggs, the only thing he really knew how to prepare.
There was a small display for packaged cookies and her eyes lit up in interest, she gravitated towards it, and read the label.
More chocolate chips!
Her mouth watered at the sight of it, and she picked up two packages and then wandered into the dairy aisle to get two cartons of whole cream milk. Her arms were full by the time she came by the cart, and Boruto was already there, staring at the contents in her arms. If he was going to fight her, she was definitely going to fight back. No one was getting between her and these cookies.
"I won't say anything… as long as you don't try to eat all of them at once." Boruto said, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "It's okay to eat some sweets, but not too many. It could cause complications… you don't want that, do you? Or a baby that weighs fourteen pounds."
She hated him. And how much sense he was making. Sarada agreed, but she still hated him. Dumping all of the contents in the cart, she wandered to the next aisle, picking up tomato sauces and a bottle of pesto.
"It'll even out." She tried to argue, but he was right. Having a big baby to push out would be painful, and she certainly did not want to get diabetes. It took everything in her not to go to the chocolate aisle, clinging on to Boruto when they passed by and he made sure they didn't go near it anymore.
When they were checking out, she had a staring contest with the chocolate bar, near crying that she really shouldn't be getting it. But god she wanted it. Instead of tossing it in with the other groceries, she demanded Boruto give her the car keys. "I'll wait for you there."
Boruto handed them over without hesitation, blinking at her in surprise. "O-okay. I'll be right out."
Sarada took the keys without another word and hurried out of the grocery store. The faster and father she could get away from the sweets, the better. Once she got to the car, she started it up and turned on the AC, as well as the radio, and slumped down on the front seat. The pout on her face was starting to look permanent and thought she just might burst into tears. Perhaps these were the mood swings that the doctor was talking about. She was getting them more and more and it felt disconcerting. Sarada was usually cool and collected, but this baby was making her change.
Her hand came to rub at her tiny baby bump, sighing. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'll try better for the both of us."
Boruto came out in less than ten minutes, near jogging as he pushed the cart towards the back of the car, loading in the groceries. Once he was in the front seat, he gave her a small smile and handed her a chocolate bar. "Just for today, okay?"
Sarada eyed the chocolate bar and her heart stuttered. Taking it tentatively, her face broke out into a grin and she opened it up, only taking the first row and closing it up again. "You hold on to this for me." She held up the rest with her other finger and leaned in for a kiss. "Your kisses are sweet enough to satisfy my craving."
"You're so sweet." Boruto grinned, accepting the remainder of the bar to save for her and then closed the distance to kiss her softly. "I may end up being the one with diabetes."
She giggled and ate her small portion of the chocolate bar as Boruto drove them home. This time, she helped with putting the groceries away and prepared their lunch. Chicken with pesto and veggies. Something fairly fast, and filling. Her laptop was already open and sitting on the far end of the counter, waiting for her to come and check on it. Truth be told, she was tempted to just empty the pack of cookies into a bowl and drown them in milk to eat while she worked but Boruto would probably ground her if she even tried.
Popping the chicken in the oven, Sarada looked around their new kitchen, sighing with satisfaction. It was close to her dream kitchen. A lot roomier than Boruto's old one, and all of the appliances that they chose definitely made her life easier when preparing meals. It wasn't just the kitchen, though. The living room was a lot roomier, too and the television was bigger. The dining table could easily fit eight people and could accommodate more if they really squeezed. The high ceiling and stairs were beautiful, and the light coming in from the windows illuminated everything perfectly. She could already imagine toddlers running around, and toys splayed around. It made her heart warmer just thinking about it.
The doorbell rang and she was pulled out of her thoughts, blinking at who might be visiting in the afternoon. Sarada walked over to the front door at a leisurely pace, in no rush to get the door. Boruto came running up though as if it was an emergency, breezing past her.
"I got it!" He yelled on his way.
She took a step back and placed her hands on her hips, genuinely confused at him bolting for the door. She peeked behind him and found Himawari and Hinata, wide smiles on their faces and holding on to large Tupperwares filled with food.
"We brought food!" Himawari announced happily.
Well, this was a surprise. Judging by the size of the Tupperwares, she wouldn't need to cook for a week. Shame the chicken was already in the oven. "Hello," she smiled. "Come in!" Boruto made no move to get out of the way, so she pushed him aside. "Boruto, what are you doing?" She nearly scowled, shocked with her own mood swing when she realized what she had done. "Sorry," she muttered but still pushed him out of the way to let his mother and sister inside the house.
Hinata made herself right at home, going straight for the kitchen, and Himawari following suit. Boruto was staring at his sister so hard, not even greeting his mother. Sarada flicked his ear. "What is going on with you?"
"Eh?" He brushed off her hand, almost glaring with the way he looked at Himawari. "Nothing. Himawari… we need to talk. In private."
Sarada let him step around her and she pouted. He was acting so strange. "Auntie Hinata, let me get that for you," when she realized Hinata had been emptying the contents of her Tupperware into another bowl. She fussed for a while, irritated that Hinata didn't let her help at all.
"I've got it, Sarada. Sit down." Hinata kept moving around the kitchen, even washing the dishes, and that's when Sarada put her foot down and pulled the woman away.
Boruto and Himawari disappeared into Boruto's office and Sarada was wondering what on earth those two were up to. After succeeding in making Hinata stop cleaning up her kitchen and removing the chicken from the oven, she invited the two to stay for lunch.
"Oh, no, it's fine." Hinata smiled, picking up her bag and holding on to Himawari's hand like a child. "We'll be going now. We just wanted to drop off some food we cooked earlier today."
Sarada's brow lifted. "There's enough to feed ten people here. It's really no problem that you stay."
"Yes, it is, alright, thanks for coming!" Boruto patted them both on their shoulders and waved them off. "I'll call later. Okay. Later."
Her jaw nearly dropped to the floor with the way he practically tossed his sister and mother out of the house. "Boruto!" She chided him and placed the chicken down on the table. "What are you doing?"
"Don't worry about them, they knew I didn't invite them over for food tonight. Tonight is about you and me. And the baby too."
Now, this had her reeling, confusion swimming in her dark eyes. She couldn't even begin to express how weird he was being. "I don't get it. What about us and our baby?"
"Okay, okay. I got you a little something!" He couldn't keep it a secret any longer. Besides, she had to be expecting it.
"Got me something?" Sarada crossed her arms. "What are you talking about? You already bought me a house." He was ridiculous, spending so much money when he really should have been saving more for their baby. "This better not be anything expensive."
For some reason, her heartbeat a little faster, anxious at what Boruto could have gotten her. If he got her a car to get out of driving her around, she would throw the chicken at him. Dinner rolls and strawberries would be put to shame.
"Maybe you should sit down." Boruto laughed nervously and ushered her to the couch.
Oh my god. This idiot did get her a car. Sarada sat down on the couch and craned her neck to look out the window, to check if there was another car parked outside. "I'm scared, and getting angry," Sarada said. "Please tell me you didn't get me a car."
"What? You want a car?" Boruto asked, getting distracted.
"What?" Sarada was officially confused. "What, no. I don't want one. Don't get me one, you're still driving me around." There was no way in hell she was going to drive herself around, especially not when she was expecting.
"Yeah, you're right. I could never let you go without me." He smiled and sat down next to her. "Don't worry, you're gonna like this one."
"I will?" she blinked, certainly unsure of that.
Boruto nodded quickly, smile brightening as he pulled the case out of his pocket, and handed it over to her.
Her gaze drifted down to a small, velvet box in his hand and her heart started beating double time. "W-what is it?" Asking, not even sure if she wanted to know.
"Open it, silly."
Sarada swallowed and took the small box from his hands, and opened it up. Her eyes widened at the beautiful diamond ring that stared right back at her, shining brilliantly. At a loss for words, her jaw slacked, still staring at it.
Oh my god. It was the most beautiful ring she had ever seen. "This is for me?" she asked quietly.
"Yeah!" He beamed, so happy he was near glowing. "And you don't need to worry about a thing, Hima is on top of it."
She covered her mouth with her hand and looked at him. "What?" It felt so overwhelming. This looked like the kind of ring she could only dream of receiving and it was sitting right at the palm of her hand. Hima? On top of it? On top of what? "I don't know what you mean."
What was Boruto talking about? It looked expensive, probably worth someone else's house. Sarada wanted to be angry, but his smile was so bright, she didn't have it in her.
"The wedding, of course," He said simply.
"Whose wedding?" That would have been a stupid question, but her heart was working double time and her face was heating up, that she couldn't process anything properly.
"Ours." Boruto rolled his eyes, the most affectionate look on his face. "Get it now?" He asked while swiping the box to take the ring. His eyes met hers as he took her left hand and slipped it on her ring finger. "Perfect."
The ring fit on her finger perfectly. The size of the stone wasn't too big, or too small, too. She moved her hand around, watching it sparkle. "It's amazing," she breathed. "Our wedding, really?" Sarada would have laughed if she still wasn't so shocked. Boruto had apparently just decided and taken care of everything for her. She fought the smile coming onto her face but lost that battle.
"What if I said no?" she laughed at the way he visibly paled.
"From you? That would be a yes." He smirked.
Sarada scoffed and then laughed. "I hate you."
"I love you too," Boruto said, face toning down to a soft, genuine smile, his words tender and honest.
Her laughing stopped, along with her heart.
He said it.
Dark eyes went wide, pupils dilated and her cheeks were dusted with the prettiest shade of pink. "Oh my god. You said it," she whispered, still in disbelief, but her heart swelled and she tackled him into a tight hug.
This was it. Happy tears fell from her eyes. "I love you, Boruto."
Boruto chuckled while winding his arms around her waist to return the hug. "I know."
Sarada looked at the ring on her finger, with a smile but it quickly turned into a scowl when she heard his response. "God, I hate you!"
"I know." Boruto continued to laugh as if she were giving him the highest praise.
She pulled away, pouting and glaring at him before crossing her arms across her chest, nose in the air. "We better eat, I need to start working soon." She stood from the couch and walked over to the dining table, cheeks burning.
Since when did Boruto know the real meaning behind her I hate yous? She wanted to know, but a quick look at her ring, and then at him—that lovestruck look on his face—made her smile. It didn't matter when he knew.
After all, he said "I love you" to her first.
A/N: A lot of you think that Boruto would have done something over the top to propose to her, but if you did not catch what he said in the previous chapter, let me say it again, "Sarada is just happy to have me." Boruto has been giving her so much lately, from a baby to a house and lot. People have also been asking what his job is. Boruto has been investing since he was in high school (I believe we mentioned that) and his father owns a company. Boruto is basically a trust fund baby. hahaha!
Thank you so much for all the love and support you've been giving Sincerely Yours. Things will get a lot fluffier from here with all the domestic things coming along!
Cheers & Stay at home,
Kairi and Tyy