A/N: Thank you for all your support, dear readers! More domestic bliss, and another ship in this one. Teehee.
We don't own Naruto/Boruto.
Sarada was one of those people in Boruto's life that he just wanted to see happy and thriving, always. He wasn't the best guy, he was far from perfect, but he really and truly aimed to be a good man for her, to her. Making her day a little better and brighter, no matter what he needed to do to make it happen, was always something he worked towards.
She was his princess. And now, she was the mother of his child. His son. Of course he needed to spoil and pamper her a bit, that went doubly for the night after she dealt with a certain pop star whom she had no taste for. In all honesty, it amused him a bit, but at the same time, he didn't want her to have any insecurities. If that meant he needed to put said pop star in her place, Boruto would do it gladly.
Anything for Sarada. She was his, and that meant she deserved the world.
The morning after the dinner, Boruto woke Sarada up with many sweet kisses that easily brought her to life and ended with her being in a beautiful mood. Today, Inojin was supposed to come by to paint the nursery. Boruto had paid him for the job and had already purchased all the necessities. He and Sarada had just finished eating breakfast that they cooked together and were cleaning the kitchen when the doorbell rang.
"That must be him," Boruto said, setting the towel in his hand aside. "I'll get it."
When he answered the door, he didn't see just one pair of blue eyes, but two.
"Sup," Inojin grinned. And what was this? He was standing so close to his sister, close enough for their arms and fingers to brush.
Hell no was he holding her hand and getting Himawari pregnant.
"Excuse me? What is this?" Boruto glared at the other blond who just didn't seem to understand him at all.
"Excuse me, Bro. I'd like to know as well… how you didn't ask me to come help, that is." Himawari huffed and pushed past Boruto to walk inside, Inojin right behind her.
Boruto slammed the door and followed them into the living room. "This is about work, not… playtime. I need Inojin focused today." The way he acted, if Himawari was around, he wouldn't get anything done. He'd probably half-ass the nursery and then Boruto would be even angrier.
"Don't you worry, Bro. Inojin and I will do a wonderful job. You just sit back and enjoy your day with Sarada-chan."
This wasn't good. And here Boruto has thought that maybe he would get to know Inojin on a more personal level and maybe, somehow, possibly grow to understand and accept him. Since he'd come to realize that his sister was really taken with the guy, he knew he had to do something. However, he couldn't really do that if Himawari was around.
For the time being, Boruto decided against arguing with her or saying anything that was on his mind for that matter. While the pair went ahead upstairs together, Boruto sulked on his way over to the couch and laid down on it. Nothing was going as he planned these days, but that's just how life was. He laid on his back, pouting slightly as he glared at the ceiling.
Sarada sat next to him and placed a hand on his arm. "What's wrong, love?" Her smile was small, but comforting, genuinely wanting him to cheer up.
"He didn't come alone…" Boruto told her, pouting even more.
She leaned on his shoulder. "Did you want him to? Spending time with you sounds good."
Boruto sighed and moved his arm around her. "I was hoping he'd take this seriously… and maybe even want to get to know me. He just doesn't get it, I guess."
She hummed and nuzzled close. "I don't think he'll mess it up. Inojin is a potty mouth but he's a great artist. Besides, Hima is a good artist too, right?"
"I guess it will be fine… they'll be setting up for a while. What do you say we cuddle for a bit?"
The big grin on her face and her arms wrapping around his middle were the only answer he got. They cuddled on the couch for a few minutes before Sarada spoke up again. "Do you want me to get rid of Hima? I need to do the groceries anyway."
"What? What are you gonna do to her?" Get rid of… "I don't want to take things too far."
"What?!" Sarada pulled away and looked at him as if he had grown another head. "Boruto, I just meant I would ask her to go grocery shopping with me. I didn't mean that."
"Oh." That made a lot more sense. Boruto nodded slowly and sat up, fussing with his hair. "Okay, as long as you'll be fine taking the car."
She pouted at that. "I hate driving, but fine. If you trust me with your," she held her hands up and made air quotes, "baby."
Boruto smiled softly and reached over to rub her tummy. "You take good care of him." He said, not even having a fleeting thought about the car.
Her hands fell to hold his and blinked once. Twice. A fond smile filled her face. "I meant your car, love."
"Oh…" his ears turned red and he averted his eyes. "I knew that."
Sarada's laughter filled the air. "Of course you did. You're still such an idiot." When he pouted at that, she kissed his cheek. "My idiot."
That had him brightening right up, his blue eyes shone with pure adoration as he looked back to her, beaming. "Okay, I accept that." Happily. "No sense in denying half facts, I suppose."
"Half?" Her brows shot up and she shook her head, an amused smile on her face. "It's a good thing I love you, or else I would be saying something sassier."
"Oh yeah? Like what?" He asked as he leaned a little closer to her, unable to shake his smile by now.
Her own smile wouldn't go away, and she leaned back, but Boruto kept leaning into her. Sarada was laughing, back on the couch, and Boruto hovering over her body. "Just what am I supposed to do with you?" She whispered.
Boruto grinned slyly at the question. "You really want me to answer that?"
Sarada shook her head. "No. I want you to show me."
He didn't waste a single second before he closed the distance between them completely, sealing her lips in a soft, but passionate kiss. It was sweet and tantalizing enough to have him humming in delight against those beautifully plump lips. Soon, his fingers were curling in her hair and he tilted his head while his tongue slipped out in search of her own.
Once his tongue found hers, Sarada moaned, her hands roaming up his back, and ran them through his hair, pulling him closer to her. Her touch always set him off. He loved it so much that it made him become oblivious to everything else and he was soon hovering over her while teasing her tongue with his own.
Sarada's hand slipped to the back of his neck, pulling him even closer, her kisses growing more urgent.
"Eww!" An annoyed voice exclaimed, making the two look at who arrived, lips still connected. Inojin stuck his tongue out and held on to the lollipop stick. "Five rooms and you really want to do this on the couch? For fucking real?"
Boruto kissed Sarada again and teasingly dragged his tongue along her bottom lip before removing himself from her. "Our house, we do what we want, where we want."
The blond gagged and then rolled his eyes. "Yeah, okay, whatever. We made some swatches for the base. Come and pick unless you wanna get to that again and Hima and I will leave."
"First off, you don't tell my sister what to do." Boruto snapped and stood up from the couch. "We will come to take a look. I do hope I'm not going to regret giving you this job… I put a lot of faith in you, ya know." And you trampled on it, like the prick that you are.
He smirked and held the lollipop back upon his mouth. "I think she likes it when I tell her what to do." Inojin stuck his tongue out to lick the lollipop before popping it in his mouth and laughed at how pale Boruto went. "Don't ya worry. I take my art seriously. Sarada would back me up on it."
Sarada rose from the couch and huffed, not happy she was dragged into their catfight. "Inojin, stop being so rude and get back up there."
He pouted at her and sighed dramatically. "Ouch, boss. And here I thought you liked my work."
Sarada pushed him up the stairs. "Stop talking if you want to get out of this house alive."
Boruto followed them up the stairs, hating how Inojin could ruin his mood so easily. Twice already in a single morning. At least Sarada was on his side, it seemed. When they entered the nursery, Himawari was busy doing nothing but rocking in the rocking chair and the bastard had the audacity to coo at her. Who did that? This guy…
"Where's the damn paint?" Boruto asked gruffly, already over this entire situation. He would not make this mistake again.
Inojin rolled his eyes and pointed at the wall to his side, there were three swatches of blue paint. One light, and dark. The swatch in the middle was something in between, and on top of it there were some cloud sketches in pencil. "Just swatches for now, and some cloud concepts."
"I made the fluffy one!" Himawari grinned. She pulled out a lollipop from her pocket and unwrapped it. "If you don't want cartoon looking clouds, we thought we could paint realistic looking ones, too."
Inojin nodded proudly. "Like the Sistine Chapel."
"I like the middle one…" Boruto said before looking to Sarada. "What do you think? I kind of like the cartoonish concept." He didn't trust Inojin to go above and beyond, hell, he didn't trust him. Period.
She held his hand and hummed. "I like that, too." Sarada threw a cheeky smile at Inojin. "Let's go cartoon because it'll probably take Inojin four years if he made the realistic-looking ones."
"Or a lifetime," Boruto grumbled. "I don't have the time or patience for that."
It looked like Inojin was going to retort, but Himawari dropped her lollipop on the floor and screamed. He looked her way and picked it up. "Don't worry, I have another."
"But you said that was your last," she whined. "You'll run out before we even get the base done."
He grinned, a kind that Boruto never saw on him. "It's okay. You can have it." Inojin pulled a grape-flavored lollipop out of his pocket and held it up.
"That's your favorite," she mumbled.
"Then best I give it to my other favorite, right?" Inojin started unwrapping it carefully and handed it to her, still smiling.
Himawari's eyes lit up, practically sparkling from happiness. "Thank you!"
"So sweeeet!" Sarada cooed.
Inojin froze and turned around. "Shit, why are you still here?" His usual pale complexion turned beet red.
Sarada laughed and pulled Boruto out of the nursery. "Right, right. We'll leave."
In the hallway, Boruto stared at the opposing wall, a goofy and questionable grin on his face. "It all makes sense now." He mused, blue eyes flicking over to Sarada with the cheekiest look on his face. "He's such a… pretender."
The way Inojin reacted to being caught slipping really struck home with Boruto. It was all too relatable. Not that he would ever admit that, but he did find it funny. Had he not seen it, he probably would have never known. Inojin was certainly a character, but if he truly liked Himawari and treated her like the princess she was, Boruto would have no complaints.
Eventually Sarada did take Himawari along to shop for groceries and stock up the house. This left Boruto and Inojin alone, the two of them working together in the nursery for a long time in complete silence. Inojin seemed to be into his work and Boruto was admittingly impressed by his skills, even if he had seen much of Inojin's work before. It was much different seeing him work with such a big canvas—a whole room at his disposal. The base coat had taken the two of them a fair amount of time. Once Inojin started working on the actual designs of the clouds, Boruto was left to just watch.
For a while, Boruto debated whether he wanted to actually have a conversation with the guy or not. He was torn over it, but ultimately came to the decision to talk. Not for himself, but for Himawari. He started with a compliment because that was easy. Inojin really was good and he knew it. Instead of thanking Boruto, he smirked at him and made a comment of how he'd been doing this since he could hold a crayon. That had Boruto rolling his eyes, but a soft chuckle escaped him too. The conversation just spiraled from there.
They learned a lot more about each other and even though Boruto still thought Inojin was a brat with a potty mouth and a bad attitude, he came to realize that maybe he could actually like the guy. Besides, as long as Himawari was happy, they should be happy too.
The girls returned after nearly two hours and the guys took a break to help them carry everything inside and put it away. They made jokes about how much food was bought, no doubt due to Sarada's cravings and Boruto teased her about keeping his baby safe on the road.
He wasn't talking about the car.
More painting was done, Boruto and Himawari taking turns helping Inojin while one of them kept Sarada company. The paint wasn't good for her to be breathing in, so they avoided the room most of the time, though she did wander in to peek a few times.
That night, by the time they'd finally finished, Himawari bounced into the room to tell the guys the pizza had arrived. Boruto was covered in paint, which annoyed him considering Inojin didn't have a speck on him. It wasn't natural. Thankfully though, Boruto was dry enough not to have to worry about getting the paint on anything else. The four of them gathered in the living room, sitting around to enjoy the pizza together and talk about the outcome of the nursery. This talk wound up spawning a new topic.
"We haven't been discussing the wedding much," Himawari mentioned and Boruto swallowed his mouthful as he looked at her. "I've been working on a guest list and some themes to present to Sarada-chan, but I think you should choose your date."
Boruto's attention turned to Sarada immediately after that. "Sarada?" He prompted because he really had no idea. He was ready to marry her tomorrow—or yesterday. The sooner, the better.
Sarada put her cup down and thought about it a while before finally saying, "Maybe after I give birth. I wouldn't want for my pregnancy to get in the way of anything for it."
"What? Get in the way? Saradaaaaa… you're making me wait that long?" Boruto whined and groaned like the big baby that he is. "Just think of how beautiful you'll be in a wedding dress, showing off little Ita-kun."
She pouted at that and lifted her hand for him to see her ring. "You already know I will, Boruto. Just wait a little longer. Besides, imagine how cute Ita-kun would look in a baby tux, being carried down the aisle."
Boruto's eyes sparkled at that. It was the cutest thing he'd ever imagined. "Okay fine." He grinned. "But what about the honeymoon?"
"After Ita-kun is done breastfeeding," She said it so calmly, firmly. As if she had already thought it through.
Having already read many pregnancy and first-time parent books, Boruto knew this wedding and honeymoon wasn't going to happen any time soon. It would take time, time that would more than likely fly by them. He found he really didn't mind waiting until the perfect time. It wouldn't be changing much anyway.
"So, there's no rush. Over a year from now—closer to two. Let's not stress wedding preparations and plans any time soon then." He smiled as he admired Sarada for everything she was. "Just know that when the time does come, I'm going all out."
She hummed and gave him a smile. "I don't doubt it one bit."
"No!" Himawari screeched after a few seconds of silence, pointing an angry finger at her brother. "No, no, no!"
"What?" Boruto scoffed, wiping his hands on a napkin before leaving it atop one of the empty pizza boxes and leaning back. "No what?"
"You can't just drop it! I can't believe you two are going to wait that long! Even still, we should still make plans. Especially since you are going all out. Some venues need to be booked over a year in advance anyway. Don't you want somewhere really special?"
"I don't care as long as I get to marry Sarada," Boruto said simply.
Himawari didn't look pleased one bit, but before she could have an outburst, Inojin spoke up. "It's true, you know. Weddings take over a year to plan. It's best to start."
"Whatever. You can all plan whatever, I'll pay for it. Except… leave the honeymoon to me. I already have some ideas."
"I need a theme!" Himawari cried. "A color scheme, what kind of vibe you're going for."
"Hmm…" Boruto thought it over for a moment, fingertips lazily running up and down Sarada's back. "Pink is good… or red… red is definitely Sarada's color."
Sarada giggled. "I like that. Pink, red and white. Let's have it in the Spring. I've always wanted a garden wedding."
"You want a garden?" Boruto asked, picking that out of everything else she said. If she wanted it, she would get it.
While she chewed on her food, she nodded. "Something like a garden or a glasshouse looking thing." Sarada looked shyly at Himawari. "Sorry, I haven't really been looking into it so much. But I did see some photos of it online. Just not sure where it would be."
"I've got it all figured out now. Everybody just calm down and let me handle this." Boruto said with a smirk. He would be able to give Sarada everything she wanted.
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The next day, while Sarada was at work, Boruto was with Mitsuki. He was just hanging around to make sure his friend wasn't slacking off too much, considering he had ended up making Sumire his girlfriend and was a little caught up. Boruto could understand and he would back off once things were more settled for their projects. For now, Mitsuki needed to be working—and he needed to be figuring out how to get the perfect garden.
Boruto called around, speaking with several different landscaping companies before one managed to impress him both in sample pictures and how easily they pitched themselves. He excused himself when they announced someone could meet him as soon as possible to survey his land and get an idea of what he wanted.
Mitsuki seemed a little too pleased by Boruto telling him he was leaving for the day, but the blond paid it no mind, too busy thinking about how happy Sarada would be to get the garden she wanted. Their back yard was spacious and open, leaving them plenty of room to play with. The landscaper who came to him had been doing gardening for more than twenty years and he made many suggestions, talking it out with Boruto in a way to make it easy to visualize the garden to be.
"Rose bushes are very nice too, very pretty when they're in bloom. Are there any colors you're looking for specifically?"
Boruto remembered Sarada's chosen three, colors that he agreed upon happily. "Red, pink and white. My fiancée and I are going to get married here… so it will look a lot different after we get finished with it." There were more things he wanted in his back yard as well, but he wasn't in too much of a rush.
The work on the garden began the next day. Boruto was beyond elated when the landscaper returned with a whole crew and brought another man along who specialized in creating beautiful arches. Boruto was pulled in by the many designs he was shown and surprisingly didn't take long to make a decision for what he wanted. With all the help, things were going smoothly and by the end of the day, Boruto was standing under the completed arch that was waiting to be covered in flowers. A lot had been done, but it would take time for things to be completed and the garden itself would need to be tended to regularly.
So much had happened in the day, that time really slipped by him and it was time to get Sarada from work before he knew it. He didn't even have time to shower and he was a little dirty from being with everyone else in the garden all day. He hoped Sarada wouldn't notice, but the instant he walked into her office, she cocked a brow at him.
"Did you roll around the garden while I was gone?" Sarada snickered and rubbed some dirt off his cheek. "Or should I expect to come home to a puppy?" She laughed and pulled out a wet wipe to get rid of more mud from his face.
"You want a puppy?" Boruto asked, getting sidetracked easily.
"Okay, so it's not a puppy," Sarada ignored his question and rubbed her chin. "Then what have you been doing?"
"It's a surprise!" Boruto told her, excitement showing both in his eyes and his big grin. "I'll show you as soon as we're home."
Sarada only shook her head at him while he collected her things and then they got on their way. Boruto was all but bouncing in his seat the whole ride home. He couldn't wait to see what Sarada thought about her surprise. After they made it home, he covered her eyes with his hands and ushered her around their home to the back lawn, stopping at a good place to take the garden in as a whole.
"Now just know, it's not nearly finished yet. When you look at it, look at it for what it will be and not what it is now." He said softly, still covering her eyes while waiting for her agreement.
Sarada placed her hands over his and nodded. "Should I be worried? Or scared? I feel anxious." Although the thoughts she voiced were negative, the curve on her lips said otherwise.
Boruto laughed lightly and slowly lowered his hands so that she could take it all in. His hands settled on her hips instead as he stood just behind her, awaiting her reaction.
Her hands dropped to her mouth, eyes widening at the beautiful arch before her. There were a few pots left out, that she guessed were for flowers. The sun was about to set, casting a warm glow over their yard. It was still bare, but to imagine it full of flowers took her breath away. "It's beautiful."
"You really like it?" Boruto asked excitedly, sliding his hands around from her hips to her tummy. "It's going to be everything you imagine, I promise."
Sarada turned her head around to face him and leaned back, one hand coming up to cup his face. "You're more than enough for me. You know that, right?"
"I know." He smiled softly and then leaned his forehead against hers. "That only makes me want to spoil you more."
A soft smile formed on her lips and she pulled his face a little closer to give him a chaste kiss. When they pulled away, she chuckled lightly. "Careful now. If you keep on spoiling me, I might find it annoying."
"Oh, I hope you do."
A/N: Sometimes, we reread the earlier chapters and look at where we are now and think, character development. Lol!
Stay safe and wash your hands, fam.
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Kairi and Tyy