AN: Important note! Please consider listening to the song Gymnopédie No.1 by Erik Satie while reading the scene that begins with the words "And so she took Kabuto's hand and let him lead her to the dance floor. She almost rolled her eyes as they began to dance and her favorite song started to play." I wrote it while listening to this and in my opinion it totally just makes the scene.

Sixteen

Sakura's mouth had gone completely dry. She felt like a southern belle who had just seen Rhett Butler for the first time...but like, in a bad way. In a matter of seconds, her knees were so weak she thought she would fall and her chest hurt so bad she thought she might stop breathing. She did stop breathing, for a moment at least.

"Sakura," Tsunade asked, voice laced with concern as she immediately picked up on Sakura's distress. "What is it?"

But Sakura didn't speak. She really couldn't. She could only stare at the man whose arms she had spent the night before sleeping in. The man who had told her she made him happy and was making him feel things that he didn't even know he could. The man who was now twenty feet away from her, arm in arm with a model-level gorgeous woman who was smiling at him like she had loved him for a hundred years. The man that maybe she didn't know nearly as well as she thought she did.

And he looked beautiful, like he always did. He was in an all black suit that matched perfectly, his hair elegantly un-styled. His perfection was almost enough to distract Sakura from the blonde-haired beauty cozying up next to him. Almost.

"Oh," Tsunade's soft voice came from beside her, and Sakura knew she must have seen Sasuke. "That little sonofamotherfuckingbitch."

Before Sakura even knew what was happening, she was being dragged closer and closer to Sasuke by Tsunade. Even though her brain and heart were screaming at her to run, Sakura was powerless to heed their warnings. She was stunned into stillness by the washing pain of a broken heart.

The moment Sasuke saw her, his face displayed more emotion than she had seen from him in public before. He looked terrified as a raging Tsunade and a shell-shocked Sakura made their way towards him.

"Uchiha Sasuke-san," Tsunade bit out, voice dripping with a fake sweetness Sakura hadn't realized the woman was capable of. "I believe you know my employee. She was a student of yours this semester, was she not?"

Now it was Sasuke's turn to be silent. His eyes were wide and pained as he stared at Sakura, and he was quiet for so long Sakura began to wonder if he had even heard Tsunade. She tore her eyes away from him, unable to hold his intense gaze for fear of bursting into tears. She looked at his shoulder instead.

"Sasuke-kun?" his date nudged him with her elbow. Sakura shuddered at the suffix.

The girl was gorgeous, there was no denying that. She was definitely a few years older than Sakura, standing almost a head taller. Her long, blonde hair was loosely curled, and it complimented the dark, wintry blue of her dress beautifully. Of all the times Sakura had felt inadequate, none had compared to the moment she stood before that woman. And she had called him Sasuke-kun.

"Yes," Sasuke's voice came out pitifully strangled after what felt like a hundred years. "I know Haruno Sakura."

"And who is your guest here?" Tsunade gushed with so much fake enthusiasm the whole room must have noticed. "Who is this young lady?"

"Akemi Sayomi," Sasuke bit out. "…a friend of the family."

"Hm," Tsunade went on. "Are you two a couple now? Your mother must be so happy."

"Not yet," the woman finally spoke up, giggling lightly. "But - "

"No." Sasuke's voice was resolute.

The blonde's smile faltered for a moment, but her lapse was over quickly. She was back to smiling with an awestruck expression on her face before Sakura could say boo.

Sakura didn't dare speak, as she felt that some of her internal organs had lodged themselves into her throat. She didn't look at Sasuke either, even though she could feel his eyes boring a hole into the top of her head.

"Come on, Sakura, let's get a drink and leave these two to their business, hm?" Tsunade spoke again, grabbing Sakura's hand and gently leading her away from the most heinous man she had ever met.

On a whim, Sakura swallowed heavily and turned back, finding Sasuke'a eyes still fixed on her, no trace of emotion left on his face. "It was nice to see you again, Uchiha-sensei."

His eye twitched.

She and Tsunade all but ran to the bar. They both ordered a shot of gin, then another, then a third, before Tsunade placed her hand down on Sakura's and squeezed. "Sakura…I'm sorry. I always knew Uchiha Sasuke was an ass but…he seemed so different with you. If I ever had the slightest inclination that he would do something like this I never would have encouraged you."

Sakura stared blankly ahead, a little dizzy from taking three shots back to back and a little lightheaded from having her world tipped sideways. "It's not your fault, Tsunade. I didn't see this coming either."

"All the years I have been coming to this God-forsaken party and never once have I seen that man here with a date," Tsunade fumed. "I guess all his years of stuffy celibacy caught up to him and he's just gone crazy."

Sakura blanched as Tsunade turned to get them both another shot. Now her mind was filled with lewd images of Sasuke and his beautiful date, rolling around his bed, tangled in his sheets. It was enough to make her nauseous. What if this girl was the reason Sasuke had hesitated the night they had slept together? Was Sakura the other woman? Had she slept with that blonde woman's boyfriend?

She practically inhaled the shot Tsunade sat in front of her, then had a fifth before she really started feeling wobbly. Her alcohol tolerance was still pretty low and she had barely eaten all day. Five shots in five minutes was testing her luck.

Dancing had started, at some point, and Sakura was relieved to see that Sasuke and his date weren't out on the dance floor. That sight would have surely been enough to launch her into cardiac arrest and probably kill her. No, they had since taken up residence at a small table for two on the outskirts of the party, Sakura staring blankly at the crowd and Tsunade frowning into her mixed drink.

"My, my, ladies, why the long faces?"

Sakura's head snapped up immediately to find that Kabuto had come up to their table.

"This is a party, isn't it?" his classic smile was glued firmly in place.

Sakura had to admit that he looked nice, but maybe that was just the alcohol talking. "Just tired, Kabuto. Nothing is wrong."

"Glad to hear it, dearest Sakura-chan," Kabuto replied, when Tsunade remained silent. "I must confess, I had an ulterior motive for approaching you, even though I was curious as to your unhappy expression."

Ulterior motive. Sakura was reminded of Sasuke and his lecture. He had said that men always had an ulterior motive, including himself.

"And what's that?" Tsunade snapped, finally dragging her eyes up to look at the man.

"I came to ask Miss Haruno to dance," Kabuto replied easily, ignoring Tsunade's cold demeanor.

Sakura only had to think for a moment. "Of course. I'd love to dance with you."

"Sakura…" Tsunade started.

Sakura shot a look back at her boss, mouthing trust me as she stood to follow Kabuto. Maybe it was just the alcohol giving her courage, but Sakura couldn't pass up the opportunity to twist the knife in Sasuke a little bit. Even if he was a lying piece of shit, she knew he hated Kabuto and would be positively furious to see her dancing with him.

And so she took Kabuto's hand and let him lead her to the dance floor. She almost rolled her eyes as they began to dance and her favorite song started to play. Gymnopédie No.1. It would have been nice to dance with Sasuke to that song, she couldn't help but think.

But instead she was with Kabuto, who was holding her too close and rubbing gentle circles into her hand with his thumb. She tried not to think too hard about it.

Her stomach plummeted to her toes when she finally caught Sasuke's eyes. The emotions she so hoped for were there, and there were so many of them that Sakura felt dizzy. She saw him crestfallen. By the time they had circled back around she saw him enraged. On the third turn, he looked completely and utterly lost. He had dropped the blonde girl's arm and his hand was hanging loosely at his side. Sakura briefly wished she was holding it.

"I'm so glad you agreed to dance with me, Sakura," Kabuto sighed, far too close to her ear. His breath smelled like alcohol.

And Sakura, drunken little minx that she was, leaned into Kabuto, letting his lips brush her ear ever so slightly, hoping he took her shiver for one of pleasure and not one of repulsion. She never broke eye-contact with Sasuke. The glass he had been holding shattered in his hand. She had clearly struck the nerve she had been aiming for.

She hoped his hand wasn't bleeding.

At least he had the blonde girl to tend to him.

The song lulled on, putting Sakura into a kind of daze as she twirled slowly around and around the dance floor, eyes lighting on Sasuke every time she was facing him. His shoulders were drooped, his hands had found their way into his pockets. And he was watching her so intently she thought she might melt under the steady heat of his gaze.

A million memories washed over her then. The night she met him. Her first day in his class. The day he sat with her on the bench and brought her a muffin. The time he kicked Karin out of class. The first time he kissed her. The night she went to his apartment and they slept together.

Sakura had never been in love, but she was beginning to believe that she never wanted to be. What good was it to put yourself in a position to endure so much pain? This would be so much worse if she loved him.

The blonde girl was looking at her now too, Sakura noted. She had obviously followed Sasuke's gaze. She didn't look happy that Sasuke had dropped her hand and was now clearly staring at Sakura, but it also seemed likely that she wouldn't be doing or saying anything about it. Sakura got the impression that the girl would put up with far worse if it meant being with Sasuke.

That thought caused Sakura's heart to thud painfully. What chance did she even have? The girl he was with was fantastically beautiful, and seemed to be sweet, more or less. She was obviously head over heels for Sasuke. Sakura felt pathetic for pining, he had lied to her after all. Sasuke had let her believe that he didn't want anyone else, that she was the only one. What a cruel joke.

Why had she even come to this stupid party anyway? Why did she let Tsunade talk her into it? She had been skeptical from the beginning and she should have trusted her gut on it. Tsunade would've seen Sasuke with the woman and could have told Sakura about it. There was no need for Sakura to be here witnessing it herself.

"It seems everyone has eyes for you tonight, Sakura," Kabuto mumbled, clearly having seen Sasuke. "You should be careful of men like him."

Sakura almost snorted at the irony. Sasuke said watch out for Kabuto. Kabuto said watch out for Sasuke.

Either way, Sakura felt like she was fucked.

The haunting melody of the song was getting to her, though. The gentle sway of the dancing, the piercing of Sasuke's eyes...it was all overwhelming to her oversaturated senses. Tears began to form in her eyes for what felt like the tenth time that night. She was close enough to Sasuke to know that he saw the one tear that managed to escape and trace down her cheek.

She was glad that he saw it. Bastard.

Someone was cleaning up the broken glass, then. Sasuke had stooped down to help, eyes still trained on Sakura's movements like his life depended on it. Never in her entire life had Sakura regretted anyone more.

Her eyes found Tsunade on the next turn. The doctor was leaning on her arm on the table, talking to a large, white-haired man who had taken her place. They seemed comfortable, Sakura thought.

When she made it back to Sasuke, the glass had been cleaned up. His hands were back in his pockets. His eyes were still on her.

Sakura's heart still hurt.

She hoped that by some trick of the universe his was hurting a little bit too.

Because it couldn't have all been fake, right? There was no way he could've faked all the things he said, all the things he did. He was very clearly upset to see her dancing with Kabuto. That had to mean something…didn't it?

Suddenly, she was fighting off a fresh onslaught of tears. Her thoughts were permeated with Sasuke Sasuke Sasuke. She didn't know what she had done in her last life to deserve this heartache, but she cursed herself for it all the same.

She felt more and more hollow with every note of the song. Everyone else in the room had become a blur to her. Even Kabuto. It felt cliché to think that way, but suddenly it seemed like Sasuke was the only other person in the universe.

But Sasuke wasn't really there. In actuality, she was alone.

When the song ended and Sakura was finally permitted to let go of Kabuto, he suggested they get some air on the balcony. Sakura's drunken mind couldn't find a good reason to say no, and so off they went, Sakura allowing herself to be led by the hand out of one of the sets of glass doors. The freezing air slapped Sakura in the face immediately, prompting Kabuto to slide his jacket off and place it around Sakura's narrow shoulders.

"Thank you," she mumbled, not daring to look at him, instead choosing to tilt her head back and look up at the stars. "Beautiful," she mumbled to herself, approaching the railing to lean on.

"They're nothing compared to you," Kabuto whispered, reaching out to tuck a stray hair behind her ear.

Sakura blanched, suddenly feeling nauseous. She hadn't noticed right away, but she and Kabuto were the only two people out on the balcony…

"Oh, um, well, thank you," Sakura stammered. "That's not true, though."

"Yes, it is," Kabuto nodded emphatically, turning her around so her back was pressed against the railing and he was standing in front of her. "From the very first day I met you, Sakura, I've been enraptured. You're beauty, your brain, you're absolutely irresistible."

He was leaning in way too close.

"Kabuto, I – " Sakura attempted to back up, back had nowhere to go, suddenly realizing that maybe this hadn't been her greatest idea. Sasuke's warning to never go anywhere alone with Kabuto was ricocheting around in her head.

She had no time to think before Kabuto's lips crashed into hers forcefully, his hands clamping down on her arms and his body pressing her painfully into the railing. She pushed hard against his chest, but she was drunk and he was strong and he wasn't budging.

By the time he ripped his lips from hers, she was breathing heavily and trying to yell at him. "Stop it!" she fumed, when he still wasn't letting go of her arms. "Let me go!"

But he wasn't letting her go. As a matter of fact, his grip was tightening and his face was getting closer to hers again. "Come on, Sakura, loosen up. I'll get you another drink and we can – "

Kabuto was cut off by a hand slamming down on his shoulder and wrenching him backwards. Sakura nearly crumpled to the ground at the loss of his body there holding her up.

"I believe she told you to let her go," Sasuke's steely voice washed over them both as he grabbed Kabuto's jacket from Sakura's shoulders and shoved it into the other man's hands.

"She's cold!" Kabuto protested angrily as the jacket was thrust into his arms.

"She'll be fine," Sasuke deadpanned as he slipped out of his own jacket, placing it around Sakura's shoulders instead. "I suggest you go inside while you still can."

Kabuto stared at Sasuke with so much malice then that he seemed like a completely different person to Sakura. Gone was the cheery smile of Kabuto, it was replaced by an anger so vile, Sakura felt the need to run and hide. Sasuke glared right back at him, towering a good few inches above Kabuto. He didn't break eye-contact with him.

Finally, the white-haired man turned to go with one final sneer in Sasuke's direction, not giving so much as one glance at Sakura. He stalked away, putting his jacket back on and slamming the door to the house behind him.

Sakura froze. She knew that Sasuke was still there, but she had turned to look out over the balcony and couldn't seem to summon the courage to turn back towards him. Maybe if she just ignored him, he'd go away. Did she want him to?

"Sakura," he said her name in that way that made tingles run up her arms and shivers run down her spine. Not like the kind of shivers she got from Kabuto, though. No, these were the good kind. She hated it.

"What?" she sighed, no real trace of anger in her voice. She just sounded tired. She was tired, she supposed.

"Let me explain."

"What is there to explain?" Sakura snapped back, her voice taking on a sharper edge.

"Everything."

"Well?"

Sasuke was silent for a moment before finally speaking. "That girl in there, she's not…she isn't…special to me. My mother arranged this date months ago, long before I even met you. To be quite honest with you, I forgot about it until yesterday. My mother would've been absolutely furious with me if I canceled, and so I thought it would be smarter to just go with it and then never speak to her again. Clearly this was a mistake."

Sakura snorted, alcohol making her woozy. "That's the most you've ever talked, I think."

"Sakura," she felt his hands come to rest on her shoulders from behind her, "I – "

"Don't touch me, Sasuke!" Sakura snapped, whirling on him then as she knocked his hands from her.

She was surprised by the genuine hurt in his eyes. "Sakura…"

"Sasuke," Sakura choked on his name as the tears started over again. "I can't be in your world, clearly. I don't belong somewhere like this, with people like this. That girl is way more up your alley than I am! For god's sake! Tsunade had to buy this for me!" Sakura gestured down at her dress. "I've never been privileged, Sasuke, I'll never fit in around your family or friends. I'm eighteen. You need someone older and from your social class. Someday you're going to look back and laugh at yourself for getting involved in a fling with one of your students. I'll be an awkward memory for you someday."

"Y-you can't leave me, Sakura," Sasuke stuttered, to Sakura's shock. She had never heard him stutter before. He was obviously attempting to maintain his stoic façade, but it was crumbling. "None of that is true."

"How can I leave you when we've never really been together in the first place?" Sakura whispered, voice thick with tears.

"I want to be," Sasuke whispered back, taking several steps closer, stopping only when he was right in front of her. "Sakura, I think I…I mean, more than likely I'm…I'm pretty sure I'm in – "

"Stop," Sakura nearly sobbed. "Please don't say something you don't mean just to try to save whatever this is that we had."

"Have. What we have."

"Stop it, Sasuke!" Sakura cried. "Just stop it, okay? This whole situation is just proof that we can't work. You will never be able to bring me around your family. They would freak out if they knew you were with an eighteen-year-old, riding-the-poverty-line student. And rightly so! You deserve better."

Sasuke looked livid. "Shut-up," he seethed, taking another step towards her. "Don't you ever talk about yourself like that. I don't fucking care how much money you have or don't have. I don't care that you're younger than I am. All I care about is that I get to call you mine and that I…"

Sasuke paused, pinching his nose and clenching his eyes shut. "If I ever have to watch Kabuto, or any other man, for that matter, touch you like that again, I swear to god I'll kill him. If your intent was to make my miserable, you should know you've succeeded."

"Yeah?!" Sakura spat harshly. "Well you made me miserable first! How do you think I felt when I walked in to find you arm-in-arm with some perfect ten beauty queen on your arm? I was…excited to see you. And now I've seen my competition and there's no way I can…I mean, I look ridiculous next to her."

If Sakura thought Sasuke was angry before, it was nothing compared to how mad he was then. He was practically spitting. His cheeks were red from anger and from the cold. "You are so fucking stupid, Sakura! I couldn't give less of a fuck about that girl in there. I couldn't even tell you what color her eyes are. No clue what color her dress is. She could go home and I could never see her again and be perfectly content for the rest of my goddamn life. This was all my mother's doing."

"How many times do I have to tell you that calling a girl stupid isn't exactly a way to get on her good side?" Sakura narrowed her eyes at him, vaguely aware that someone had walked out onto the balcony and then quickly turned back around at the sounds of their arguing. Good.

"I just truthfully don't understand how you don't understand!" Sasuke looked genuinely insane at this point. His hair was becoming more and more disheveled by the bitter winter wind, his tie blowing haphazardly back and forth.

"Don't understand what?" Sakura asked quietly, exhausted, slowly becoming more and more distracted by his looks. Goddamn he was dangerously handsome.

"I don't care how beautiful that girl is, or any girl, for that matter. I don't spend any time looking at or thinking about anyone but you and your fucking stupid beautiful face, and the rest of you, too. No one compares to you because I'm not fucking comparing them," Sasuke sighed, some of the fight going out of him as he closed the final distance between them. "I think I…need you."

"Okay," Sakura began slowly, letting the cold air dry her tears. "Well then we are obviously going to have to change some things, and soon. I don't think either of us wants to go through something like tonight ever again. You can't hide things like this from me. Just like I'm assuming you don't want me to hide things from you."

"Be my girlfriend," Sasuke said quickly. "Officially. You're not my student anymore, it's allowed."

"You really want me to be your girlfriend?" Sakura raised her eyebrows up at him, a hopeful lilt to her voice. "Like, publically?"

"You make me seem like such an awful person," Sasuke frowned. "Have I ever implied that I didn't want you to be?"

"No," Sakura admitted. "I guess not…"

"So will you?"

"Duh."

"You have no idea how much you irritate me."

"So dump me."

"Not on your life."

Sakura raised up on her tip toes just as he bent down to grab her face, and suddenly they were kissing so fervently that Sakura forgot about the cold. She forgot about their argument. He pressed her up against the balcony railing, the cold stone on her back a stimulating difference to Sasuke's warmth on her front. They kissed until they couldn't breathe and then kissed some more.

"I…almost…lost my mind…when you were…dancing with Kabuto," Sasuke breathed out between lip locks.

"Me too," Sakura confessed. "That was…childish of me…I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, too," Sasuke replied, finally pulling back to rest his forehead against Sakura's own. His warm breath washed over her lips. "You should meet my parents. They're here."

"Woah, woah, woah," Sakura leapt out of Sasuke's grasp and to the side. "Not tonight when you're here with Sayomi. That'll just look bad for everyone involved."

"I already told you," Sasuke shrugged. "I don't care about her."

"Yeah, but you should," Sakura scolded. "Like, as a human being. She's obviously into you, don't drag me in there in front of her and introduce me to your parents as your secret girlfriend. She'd be mortified."

"Fine," Sasuke snapped. "But soon."

"Soon," Sakura nodded, smiling a little. "Let's just go back inside and finish this stupid night. We can always talk more later."

"What if I don't want to go back inside?" Sasuke asked, advancing on her again. "I'm having a much better time out here."

"I am too," Sakura laughed a little. "But Tsunade is probably wondering where I am and I'm sure, um, Sayomi is looking for you. Just a little while longer and we can go."

"Fine," Sasuke sighed. "Tonight…if you want…I got that place off campus officially earlier today. There's not much in the way of furniture or anything. But there's a mattress on the floor. If you want to come and stay with me. We can talk more."

Sakura almost squealed in delight at the slightest hint of a blush coloring Sasuke's nose and cheeks. It was hard to tell due to the cold, but it was definitely there and Sakura was tickled by it. Unable to resist, Sakura reached out and took hold of his hand, pressing it to her waist and then sliding it down to her backside. Standing on her tippy toes, she put her lips close to his ear and whispered: "Are you sure you want to talk?"

"God, woman, we can do whatever you want," Sasuke groaned, tightening his newfound grip on her ass.

Sakura laughed lightly, disentangling herself from Sasuke's now very curious hands and motioning for him to follow her back into the party as she handed back his jacket.

"Go without me," Sasuke waved her on, tipping his head back and closing his eyes. "I'm going to need a minute. Or ten."

"Oops," Sakura shot him a cheesy grin that he didn't see. "My bad."

She tried not to be too proud of herself as she marched back into the party, unable to wipe the grin from her face as she made to find her drunken doctor.

Drunken doctor was the understatement of the century.

Tsunade, for lack of a better term, was hammered.

"You must be Sakura," the tall, white-haired man Sakura had seen Tsunade with earlier said. "Our lovely lady here seems to have gone a bit, ah, overboard."

"I can see that," Sakura sighed, quirking an eyebrow at Tsunade, who was now laying with her face and arms on her small table. "Sorry, who are you?"

"Jiraiya," the white-haired man stuck out his hand to shake. "Tsunade and I go way back."

"Tsunade?" Sakura prompted, poking the woman in the cheek. "You there?"

"Mmmm," Tsuande responded sleepily. "Jiraiya-drive-me-home."

"Yeah, yeah," Jiraiya chided. "What I meant by way back was that I've been driving her drunk ass home for the last thirty years. You want a ride too, Sakura?"

"Um," Sakura shot a look back at Sasuke. He was standing by Sayomi again, but her arms were folded over her chest and she looked perturbed. "I think I have a ride, but thanks."

Jiraiya raised an eyebrow at her. "You sure? Tsunade will kill me if you don't get home safe. The way she talks about you, it's like you're her own kid," the man paused. "Never tell her I told you that, she'll probably kill us both."

"I'm sure," Sakura nodded. "Trust me, she'll understand."

"Alright. Tsunade trust you, so I will too," Jiraiya conceded, scooping his arm underneath Tsunade's and helping her to her feet. "I'm going to get this sad old bag of bones home."

"Hey, Jiraiya?" Sakura called after him as he began to lead Tsunade out to the front of the hosue. "How do I know I can trust you?"

"You can't," the man replied with a wink.

For some reason, that made Sakura trust him more. She smiled at the pair as they turned to leave again, and she couldn't help but note the way Tsunade let her head loll onto Jiraiya's shoulder.

Sakura turned her attention back to the party. Her eyes landed on Sayomi, who was talking to two older, dark-haired people. Sasuke's parents, maybe? It was hard to tell from her distance, but they did seem to look like him. Sasuke was nowhere to be found, however.

She made her way back to the bar, stupidly ordering another drink as she sat down to people watch. She hoped that Sasuke could in fact drive her home. She hadn't really asked, and now she was kind of stuck relying on him. Sakura stirred her drink. She knew Sasuke would never leave her there alone.

Her phone buzzed.

Meet me out front in twenty minutes.

She smiled.

Sasuke dropped his cigarette on the balcony and crushed it beneath his shoe. He pulled out his phone and sent Sakura a quick text, letting her know to meet him out front in twenty minutes. He'd have to feed his family and Sayomi an excuse as to why he was leaving early. Sayomi's parents would be taking her home, anyway.

Sayomi.

Sasuke pinched the bridge of his nose. He was such an idiot. He should've just canceled the date. He was so lucky that Sakura had chosen to seemingly forgive him for his royal fuck up. He was lucky for a lot of reasons, he supposed.

"Oh, Sasuke-kun."

Sasuke whipped around, recognizing that oily voice instantly. He had to push his wind-blown hair out of his eyes to fully see the figure standing before him in the shadows of the house.

He narrowed his eyes and regarded the man coldly. "Orochimaru."

AN: OOooooooh, Orochimaru is here, and our babies made up. Hope you guys liked this one :D Leave me a review and let me know what you thought! Don't forget to check out my Twitter! I'm posting sneak peaks there when I can. My account is: loonymoonyff