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When her parents left, Sarada was alone on the first floor. Cookie stayed with Boruto again, and the house was quiet. Taking her laptop, she went back to her temporary room and decided to get some work done. After two hours of working and no texts from Boruto, she decided to go check on him, finding him fast asleep with their little puppy tucked between his arms.
She was about to leave, but his phone started buzzing on the bedside table. Sarada didn't want him to wake up, so she took his phone and looked at the screen. Her eyes widened. He had over fifty unread text messages and no less than twenty missed calls, all marked for work.
Her lips pursed and she quickly put in his passcode to check on his messages. Nearly all of them were from Mitsuki, asking where he was, and some others who she guessed were clients or suppliers of his. Even the gardener was asking if he should come around to work on their yard. Sarada groaned. It wasn't like Boruto to miss out on work, and if she woke him up now to get these done, he would most likely whine and reiterate that he was dying.
Sarada rolled her eyes at the thought and replied to the people whom she knew, like the gardener and Mitsuki, explaining Boruto was sick. She let the gardener come around tomorrow, but Mitsuki started calling. Her panic grew, and she had half a mind not to answer, but it would be rude, knowing she had just sent a text to him a few moments ago. She left the room and answered him quietly.
"Hello?"
"Sarada? Boruto is sick? How sick? I need him." Mitsuki spoke into the phone calmly in spite of his words.
"He has a fever," Sarada explained. "It's been a few days now, and he's stuck in bed, asleep."
"Shit. We have an important meeting with a client tomorrow. Boruto is the brains behind our investments. I can't do it without him." Now he was beginning to sound worried.
"Oh," Sarada understood what Mitsuki meant, and if she were Boruto, she would be neck-deep in guilt. Or better yet, forcing herself out of bed to get work done. "I'll tell him when he gets up. Is there anything else urgent you need from him?"
"Everything else can wait. Maybe he forgot about this, but Boruto doesn't discuss his side of things with me and he doesn't write anything down. It's all in his head! He can't miss this meeting no matter what. The client is flying in specially to meet with us."
It wasn't her job or her business, but Sarada was already stressing about it. "Okay, I understand the urgency. I'll tell him as soon as he wakes up."
"Thank you. I hope you're doing well with the baby." He told her kindly. "Tell him I'll be expecting a call tonight."
Sarada put the phone down and felt her stress levels rise. Not good, not good. Taking a few deep breaths, she peeked in the room again, only to find him still fast asleep. She really shouldn't wake him… but if this client was flying in specifically to meet with Boruto, it would be bad if he missed it.
She opened his phone's calendar, seeing a name, time, and place to meet this person. Sarada never interfered with Boruto's work and had nearly no clue what he did or how he went about his business. All she knew was… a lot of numbers were involved.
"Fuck," Sarada muttered and opened up the phone to call Mitsuki, getting as many details as she could from him about the client. Opening up his emails, there was rarely anything from the person, much less Boruto replying. There were a lot of call logs, though. Mitsuki's frustration with Boruto never writing things down was valid—she thought that because she was feeling it now.
Sarada called Mitsuki again, explaining she couldn't find anything and would really have to wait for Boruto to wake up to attend to the matter at hand. Sneaking into the room, Sarada clicked her tongue when she found that his fever wasn't going away any time soon.
Deciding it wasn't worth her stress, Sarada put Boruto's phone back on the nightstand next to him and she went back to her spare room to sleep. This much stress wasn't good for her or her baby, and she felt exhausted thinking of ways to cover for Boruto. Her fiancé was sick and it wasn't fair if he had to work. But on the other hand, if she were the one flying in to meet with Boruto, she wouldn't accept this excuse.
Sarada sighed and cuddled up to her body pillow, making herself comfortable and wishing it were Boruto she was hugging instead.
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The sun was already hanging low in the sky when Sarada woke up. She felt hot and sticky with sweat, groaning that she probably forgot to open the window before falling asleep. Her phone was buzzing, and she took it to check her messages, the phone just a few inches away from her face to make the words clearer. Nothing too important. Just some approvals from Chocho and Inojin. She would need to get to that later.
After a few more moments lingering in bed and fighting off her sleep, Sarada put her body pillow away and got up, slowly making her way to their bedroom to check on Boruto. He wasn't there, and neither was Cookie.
Sarada looked around inside and he wasn't in the bathroom either. She walked down the stairs, calling out for him. "Boruto?" When she didn't get a response right away, she wandered into the living room and that's where she found Cookie, chewing on a toy on the couch. The door to Boruto's study was open and she peeked in.
"Boruto?"
He was standing by the window, looking outside, and on the phone. He sounded much better, neither did his skin look flushed anymore.
Sarada walked over and hugged Boruto from behind, smiling a bit when she noted he no longer had a fever. They stayed like that until he finished his call.
"Hey," he spoke softly to her as he slipped his phone into the pocket of his joggers. "Sorry about that. Mitsuki."
"It's okay," Sarada replied. "He called a lot while you were asleep. "I tried to help, but you don't write anything down."
Boruto rubbed her arms that were wrapped around him and sighed. "You shouldn't worry about anything like that, Princess. I've got it under control. I knew the meeting was coming up, but I haven't felt up to dealing with Mitsuki. I've got it all under control now."
Her cheek rubbed on his back as she nodded. "Okay. How are you feeling now?"
"Better. Hungry. I really want Thunder Burger, but don't think I could stomach it." He sulked. "I've been up for about an hour now—no fever."
"Oh," Sarada thought for a while, thinking about what she could cook that's fast and satisfying. "How about something different? I think I have ingredients for quesadillas somewhere there."
"I'll eat anything my princess fixes me." He chuckled. "I miss you. Really wanna kiss you, ya know."
That warmed Sarada's heart, making her nuzzle him some more. "I do, too. Don't work too hard, okay? I'll go fix up dinner."
"Don't worry, Sarada. I'm still taking it easy until tomorrow." Boruto promised her, voice quiet. "I'll be in here."
She kissed his back and gave Boruto a light squeeze before heading out of his office. Sarada missed hugging and kissing him, too. It must have been even harder for Boruto since he actively tried to stay away from her in order for Sarada and their baby not to catch what he had. It was best for all of them, but she hoped he would get better already so things could go back to normal.
Fixing up some chicken quesadillas, Sarada did her best to finish up as fast as she could, mouth-watering at the sight and smell of it. She had barely eaten all day, too… Boruto couldn't know that. The stress of it all just didn't make her hungry, and besides, she slept most of the day. After placing it in plates and setting the table, she called Boruto to have dinner with her, happy she didn't need a mask anymore with him around.
Sarada took her usual seat, already loading her plate, as well as Boruto's.
"It smells almost as good as you, Princess. I'm starving." Boruto grinned at her, cheeks still colored naturally without the added tint of pink from the fever. "Thank you."
"Me too," She admitted and grinned at him. "Eat up!"
"Yes ma'am." He laughed as he stared dreamily at the quesadillas. After having a few bites, he peeked at her. "How have you been feeling? I'm sorry I haven't been taking care of you."
"I'm good, Boruto. Don't worry about me." Sarada said in between bites. "I was able to work and nap."
He nodded, swallowing his current bite before asking, "Eating well? No nausea?"
"I'm… eating now." Sarada averted her gaze. She had breakfast, but nothing in between. "No nausea, I'm okay."
"Now? I know that. I can see that. What about today? I have a sinking feeling that you haven't been eating properly."
"I… had breakfast. And slept." Sarada felt the heat rising to her cheeks. This was bad. If Boruto found out she skipped lunch he would be angry.
"Breakfast?" He quipped. "Sarada, you can't skip meals. You haven't slept that much."
"Yes, I have!" Sarada argued. "I've slept nearly half the day today." And that was the truth… thanks to the body pillow. "I've been sleeping a lot better lately."
"Oh, you have huh?" Boruto grumbled, mood souring further. He wasn't even eating anymore.
She blinked at him, brows furrowing together. "Don't you want me to sleep well?" she asked quietly, eyes turning to his food. "You're not eating. You need to for your medicine."
"Of course I want you to, but I'm wounded, okay? You sleep better with the pillow than you do with me and I hate it." He sighed deeply. "I'm full now."
Sarada stopped and thought about that for a moment. She didn't sleep better with the pillow, for sure she missed having Boruto as her pillow. But it was a nice stand-in while he was sick. "I like sleeping with you better," she muttered. "I want you to get better so we can go back to normal."
"I know… me too. I'm sorry I've been such a headache lately." He looked over at her, pouting as he reached over to rub her back. "I really can't wait to make it up to you."
Sarada shook her head and held his hand. "You don't have to. I just want you to get better and that's enough for me."
"I know, Sarada. But I'll do it anyway." He said with a sly smile. "I'll spoil you rotten."
Oh, she knew that look, and it made her smile. "I'm sure you will. But right now, you can start spoiling me by finishing everything on your plate and taking your medicine." There was still a lot, around two pieces and a half-eaten quesadilla. He would be stuffed, but that's what she wanted. "If you still don't have a fever by tomorrow, I'll call Mama to give you a checkup again."
"Fine." He chuckled, returning to his food. "I'm feeling great. I don't really think I'll need to see her again… she may try to give me another shot."
Sarada laughed and took another bite of her food. "Or she could tell me we can sleep together again." She smiled slyly at him. "I think that's what I want to hear, don't you agree?"
"Ah. I'll be away in the morning. Have her come around one tomorrow. I need to hear that too."
"What?" Sarada put her fork down. "What do you mean you'll be away in the morning?" Even if his fever stopped, it didn't mean he could go around working right away.
Boruto finished his food and then groaned, having had a little too much. "I have a meeting. It should only take about three hours or so."
"But you aren't fully healed or cleared yet." Sarada couldn't understand. Yes, the meeting was important. But what if he got a fever in the middle of the meeting? "Why not delay your meeting to tomorrow and have mama clear you first?"
"This man would drop us if I dared to reschedule—even for a later hour. I can't risk it. I'll be fine."
"But…" if it were her, she would do the same thing. But this was her fiancée and she wanted him to get better. "What if you get sick again?" That means another night of no cuddling. Another day of no kisses.
Boruto smiled his best smile at her, blue eyes softening on her. "I'm fine, Princess. I have to take care of this, he's a very important client. I have a lot of money riding on this."
"It doesn't really mean anything if you stay sick," Sarada huffed. Boruto always did so much for her and she knew he was doing this for her, again. "I'll stay at home and wait for you, then."
"That's my girl." He grinned and blew her a kiss as he got up, gathering his dishes. "I'll take care of the cleanup."
"Okay," Sarada followed him into the kitchen and clung on to his back while he washed. She sighed and held on a little tighter, really missing him. "Please get better," she whispered.
"I will. I'm never getting sick again." He laughed softly. "I'm glad you miss me as much as I miss you."
"I really do," she closed her eyes and whined. It was a lot harder than she thought. He was only sleeping in a separate room but Sarada felt like they haven't seen each other in weeks. "Imagine if you really did leave. I don't know how I would cope."
Boruto stopped his washing and turned around to face her, paying no mind to his wet hands. "You never need to worry about that. Don't even let the thought cross your mind. I'm not going anywhere."
Sarada looked at him with wide eyes and then smiled. Coming up to her tiptoes to kiss his jaw. "I know you won't. But I still wouldn't know how to cope if you did. Like, even for a business trip."
"You think I'd leave without you? Ha!" Boruto snorted and buried his face in her neck. "Anywhere I go for more than a few hours, you and Ita-kun come too."
That made her laugh. "I'm pregnant. I'm not supposed to be traveling too much." He really was silly, but she appreciated the thought. Sarada would say she would be okay without him for a few days but she knew she would be sulking the entire time that he actually left her—even if it was for work.
Boruto kissed her neck a few times, unable to help how he lingered. He'd been without her for far too long. "No traveling. No leaving my princess. Ever."
A light moan escaped her lips and she leaned her head away to give him better access. She missed being touched by him, and as much as she didn't want him to stop, Sarada placed her hands on his chest and gently pushed him away. "Boruto… you're still sick."
"I just want to kiss you. Here is fine, as long as it's not your lips…" his arms wrapped around her, hands still damp from the dishwater. Boruto pulled her closer, ignoring her protests to continue kissing her neck.
Her breathy moans filled the kitchen, and Sarada was starting to feel so hot all over. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. But knowing Boruto, if she let him continue, they would end up kissing for real. "B-Borutooo…" Sarada whined. "Stop it."
Pulling his lips away with one final kiss, Boruto released her and sighed. "Sorry, Princess. I'll be good."
Collecting herself, Sarada sighed too and held his face in her hands. "If you're cleared tomorrow, we can both have what we want. Focus on getting better for now, okay?" She smiled. Even if she did want more.
Boruto nodded happily. "Okay, I'll be patient. But you better be prepared for when I'm cleared."
What he had in store made the pit of her belly twist. "I look forward to it, love."
It was an early night for the two of them. Sarada tucked him in bed after drinking his medicine, leaving Cookie in the room with Boruto. She did a little bit of work before curling up on the small bed and flinging her arm and leg over the body pillow. It was a lifesaver, letting her get some decent sleep without Boruto by her side. But it still didn't compare, and Sarada was excited to have her mama clear him so she could finally cuddle with him again.
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"Sarada," Boruto murmured into her ear, rousing Sarada from her deep sleep and making her shiver as his lips glided around the shell of her ear. "Wake up, Princess."
"Mm…"
"I'm leaving for my meeting now." He told her, voice with a husky tinge to it.
"Nooo…" Sarada whined, groping around to find him. "Stay…"
A low chuckle rumbled in his chest and his hand laid on her hip, sliding up over her thin, silky gown, up her small belly bump and then settling over her left breast. "Come on now, I have something important to tell you."
Sarada groaned but opened her eyes halfway, a smile forming on her lips. "You're looking handsome today." She mumbled sleepily, appreciating waking up to see him in a suit. "What is it?"
"I haven't had a fever since yesterday." He smirked and gently pinched her tender nipple. "Guess who's getting cleared today."
She gasped and moaned at his touch, eyes closing immediately. "Boruto stop it." He really shouldn't be teasing if he had no intention to finish what he started. She pouted at him. "You better not get it again when mama gets here."
"Not a chance." He mused, pulling his hand back down over her belly before straightening himself and then adjusting his tie. "I'll be back a little after noon, okay? I love you, Princess."
"Have a good day," she smiled. "I love you too."
Boruto leaned back down to press a sweet kiss on her cheek. "Eat breakfast and make sure you have a snack. I'll bring you something for lunch."
She caught his tie and pulled him down so she could kiss his cheek, too. "Okay. Good luck with your meeting."
"Thanks, Princess. I'll see you soon." He smiled and left her then, letting himself out of the spare room quietly.
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Sarada slept in a little more and made herself some coffee and oatmeal, opting to work in the dining room as she ate. The time flew by a lot faster than she thought and her mama came over for lunch. Usually, they would be chatting up a storm since she arrived, but Sarada got caught in a call and hid in Boruto's office while Sakura settled some paperwork outside. She felt a little guilty, leaving her mama hanging, but also for missing so much time from the office.
Sarada actually missed going to work and seeing her colleagues. If Boruto was all better, she would have to tell him to drive her to work again soon. Work was also picking up, and with Naruto wanting new products for promo items, Sarada knew she had to be more visible in the office. When her call ended, there were a few more emails she responded to before getting up to walk into the dining room.
Sakura was sitting at the head of the table, some medical files splayed around, as she listened to her own voice recording. She paused it and wrote something down on her notebook before looking up and smiling at Sarada. "Hello, darling. Done with work?"
"Mmm. For now, yes." Sarada took a seat next to her and looked at the medical notes. There were x-rays and drawings too. "Getting ready for an operation?"
Sakura hummed and started putting her notes away. "Yes, I have one next week. I've been studying what's the best way to go about it."
"You'll do great, mama," Sarada encouraged and paired it with a smile.
Her mother smiled sweetly and held her hand. "Thank you, Sarada." Putting the other papers away, she asked, "How have you and Boruto been?
For a moment, Sarada thought she should say they were alright, but it didn't sit well with her to lie to her mother. "I miss him…" she whispered. "I want him to get better."
"I'm sure you do," Sakura replied. "But he's been fever free, right?"
"Yes, but he still went out, because he needed to work." She felt like he was pushing himself because that's what Boruto did—always going above and beyond because it was ultimately for Sarada and their baby. "Because of me."
"It was his choice, Sarada. And even if he was still sick and hard to move, Boruto would still choose to work hard."
But I'm guilty. She wanted to say it but couldn't. If Boruto were here and he heard her, he would be angry that Sarada would even think to feel this way.
"You don't need to feel bad that he does these things, Sarada," Sakura assured her. "He loves you very much and he knows it's his duty to take care of you two. You just do your part and that's already okay."
Her mama always knew what to say to reassure her and put her worrisome heart at ease. "Thank you, mama."
Sakura gave her a big grin. "Don't you worry about it, darling." She looked at her watch and sighed. "If only Boruto would get here sooner. I'm starting to get hungry. And the sooner I clear him, the sooner you two won't have to miss each other." She winked.
Her cheeks flooded with heat, knowing just what her mother was implying. Nothing ever flew by Sakura Uchiha.
Before anyone could say anything more, the little puppy by Sarada's feet ran to the door, excitedly barking and wagging her tail. The two women looked at the puppy, not knowing what was going on with her. Sarada looked out the window and spotted Boruto's car pulling in on the driveway, a smile forming on her face.
"Boruto's home." She got up on her feet and walked over to the door, holding on the doorknob and opened it. Cookie sounded like she was going to explode from excitement, but didn't dare step out of the door.
Sarada waited for her fiancé and watched him get out of his car. He was carrying a bag she recognized from Thunder Burger and a white box, seems to be in a good mood. He didn't look as if he felt sick at all and he was grinning cheekily at her as he walked up.
"Hey, sorry I took so long." He said as he stopped by her at the door, giving her a quick kiss on her cheek.
"It's okay." She leaned into his kiss and helped him with the white box. "Welcome home."
"Thank you, Princess." Boruto kisses her once more and then they walked over to join Sakura. "Thanks for coming… I hope you'll have good news for me today."
The doctor smiled at him and stood up. "I heard you've been fever-free since last night. That's already a good start." She ushered him to take a seat. When Boruto was settled, she pulled out her flashlight and asked him to open his mouth.
He didn't hesitate, quickly opening his mouth for her.
Sakura turned her flashlight on and looked at his throat, moving the light and her gaze around. "No more inflammation, too. Does your throat hurt?" She turned off the flashlight and put it away, taking the thermometer next and pointing it at his forehead.
"No, it actually hasn't bothered me since yesterday morning, and even then it just felt a little dry."
Sakura hummed and looked at the small screen. "Normal temperature, too. Have you been experiencing any body pains since last night?"
Boruto shook his head. "No, but I've barely been sleeping since Sarada was stolen from me." He pouted.
Sarada rolled her eyes at him and scoffed. "Don't listen to him, Mama. He's been sleeping all day."
Sakura laughed and put her thermometer away. "Then I guess that shot worked. You're clear. But Sarada, you have to change your sheets and disinfect your room before you can stay there again."
"Oh… Thank goodness." Boruto groaned in relief. "That's easy, I'll take care of it." He glanced over at Sarada, blue eyes locking on her lips for just an instant.
Sarada sighed in relief. "Finally." She then turned her gaze over to Boruto, noticing the way he was looking at her. She knew that look. Sarada bit her lower lip and mouthed later.
The rejection made him sulk, face falling, and lips poking out further than ever before. He started unloading the food from the bag, trying to distract himself.
Sarada went to the kitchen to fetch some utensils and Sakura packed away her notes and other belongings. Once they were settled in their seats, the three of them spoke over lunch—mostly about Sakura's work and the operation she was working on. Sarada was used to her mom talking about the gory details, and she didn't mind listening as she ate. Though when her gaze flicked over to Boruto, it seemed he didn't share the same sentiment.
Sakura got a call from the hospital, leaving in a rush right after eating, again declining Boruto's inquiry on how much he had to pay for his check-up. The couple thanked Sakura again before walking her out to the front door and watching her drive away. As soon as she was out of sight, Sarada was swept into Boruto's arms, one arm under her knees and the other holding on to her back, and he was hurrying back inside with her.
Sarada squeaked, arm's wrapping around his neck in surprise. "Boruto! What are you doing?!"
"Getting you inside, what does it look like?" He laughed, barely taking the time to kick the front door closed behind them before he was kissing her.
The kiss surprised her, but she quickly melted into it and kissed him back. Eyes fluttering close and a soft moan escaping her lips. God. She missed this. Sarada missed Boruto and his kisses so much.
There was no holding back, Boruto's kisses becoming more urgent and intense by the second. He was showing her just how badly he'd missed it too. When he finally pulled away, he was breathless and walking slowly towards the stairs.
"I've got to get to work on that room because I can't wait anymore." He admitted, letting her down carefully once they reached the stairs. "You just wait here so I can take care of it."
Before he could leave, Sarada held on to his tie and pulled him back, going on her tiptoes to capture his lips in another kiss. There was no way she was waiting for him to clean up their room. She had been waiting for days. She pulled away and panted. "The guest room."
"I didn't want you to be uncomfortable… that bed is just… eh." He sighed and wound his arms around her waist, giving her a long and warm hug. "Okay yeah, I can't wait either. The guest room it is."
Sarada wrapped her arms around his middle and pressed her cheek against his shoulder. A satisfied sigh escaped her lips. She had missed this, too. "Since the bed is smaller, we'll just have to be closer." She giggled.
"It doesn't matter where we are—good luck getting me off of you." Boruto teased her and they both laughed as they started up the stairs together.
Her heart felt so full and light. Finally, she has her Boruto back. Sarada held on to his hand and followed him up the stairs, and down the hall, barely containing herself from throwing herself into his arms, taking another kiss from his lips. He all but dragged her to the bed, his lips parting just so his tongue could dart out and find hers. Sarada eagerly let her tongue slide on to his, relishing the taste and feel of him in her mouth.
It was good to have her Boruto back. She knew he would more than make up for the time they had lost.
A/N: Hello, fam! Sorry I haven't been keeping up so well with the posting schedule. Things have been really busy for me lately.
Thank you so much for all the support and love you've been showing! And we hope you like the new cover. Hehe.
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