Epilogue

One Year Later

"Mrs. Hatake?"

She glanced up, papers crumpling in her hands as she gazed at the woman standing in the doorway; chewing on her lip nervously, pink brows pinched in the center of her forehead. Her palms were sweaty, her stomach was fluttering in anticipation; her mind going 1000 miles an hour. She turned her head, eyes flicking over to meet earnest onyx ones.

He clasped a hand over her knee, squeezing it tenderly with a shake, "Whatever happens, it'll be alright."

She met his gaze evenly, giving one curt nod before gathering her bag and standing up; the pair following the woman past the door and down the hallway.

Being married to Sakura was one of Kakashi's greatest achievements.

From the moment she said yes, to the moment she said I do; he was a man insanely proud. Because Sakura's parents couldn't fly to Tokyo, the pair had two separate weddings. One in Tokyo; filled with everyone not just from the team but all chapters of Ancient of Days. Sakura got to meet a lot of new faces, people Kakashi had known for most of his life. And even though his father wasn't there physically, he was there in spirit; and that made Kakashi happy, knowing his dad would be proud. As he stood at the end of the aisle and watched he walk down—looking so goddamned beautiful it fucking hurt—he remembered words his dad said to him once over sake.

"Kakashi, you'll meet plenty of women in your lifetime. You'll even meet a couple that you'll swear up and down are the one. But- I'll tell you—when you meet the right one, I mean THE right one; you only get one shot. When you know, you just know, son. That's how it was with your mother, and while some men can move on- I'm not one of those men. Your mom was my shot at love—my all, my everything...I guess what I'm getting at, is when you find her—don't let her slip through the cracks. Hold onto her, honor her, and cherish her. Women are a lot like strong, blooming trees; you water her, take care of her—they blossom. Find your cherry blossom, son. She's out there."

Find your cherry blossom, he said...

No truer words have ever been spoken.

The wedding dress hugged the curves of her figure in a smooth wave; billowing out around her feet. The sleeves were sheer with white laced roses, the back open to reveal her smooth skin. Her hair was piled high at the top, with rosy ringlets cascading down. She bore bright red lips, long curled eye lashes, and heart-shattering emerald eyes. A gold necklace was hung around her neck delicately, with matching gold earrings. She appeared as though she were floating down the aisle, graceful and eloquent all on her own. His heart thrummed, he swallowed the lump in his throat, and he smiled wide. His face grew hot, and he couldn't help the tear that slipped out of his eye—to which Kiba, his best man, told him to "suck it up"- but everyone was in tears. Ino practically wailed when she saw Sakura—even though she was the one who helped her get ready for the wedding. Hinata and Naruto, who married a year before them, sat tight together; heads pressed against each other with smiles on their faces. The emotion was heavy, but love was in the fucking air and Kakashi was more than happy to breathe it in.

The closer she became, the more he felt as though she were an angel sent by god; there to scoop him away to eternal paradise with her. When she went to stand beside him, he inhaled deeply; breathing in that rose smell he loved so much. When her little hand was clasped with his, and they turned to face each other—it was all over for him. The woman he so patiently fought for was now standing across from him; carefully wiping away tears and reciting vowels she wrote herself. They said their "I do's", both of them teary eyed as he pulled her in tight; kissing her so sweet, so passionately that Kiba had to cough to break it up.

The second wedding at her parents they made into a simple small reception, just so her parents could celebrate with them. Kizashi let loose—and even drank a few too many; clapping Kakashi hard on the shoulder and saying he's a fine man, and that, "there's no one else I'd rather have taking care of my cherry blossom." Mebuki gifted them with some household items, as well as a few lingere to Sakura's dismay (and let's not forget Ino did the same damned thing).

Once that was all said and done, the two settled into the routine of their life together; work, dogs, dates, the team—and everything in between. Kaito did well on what he said—they haven't been issued a Yakuza job since Sota. That left the team to handle jobs within Ancient of Days; strengthening chapter bonds between them and the others. Money and time were being managed well, and despite even the busiest of days—they always had time for each other.

Life was good.

Today the team planned to party at Kakashi's house—though Kiba and Kakashi have a quick job they need to take care of before anyone shows up; as well, Sakura wouldn't be off of work until five, so the timing worked out. Kiba was at their house early in the morning to scoop Kakashi up and take him to the club before they take care of the job. Sakura was up and getting ready in the restroom while Kakashi and Kiba talked in the kitchen.

"So, what are we supposed to do today?" Kiba drawled, side stepping Akamaru and helping himself to a cup of fresh coffee Kakashi made.

"Oh, you know," Kakashi sighed, stirring creamer into his cup and smoothly handing it to a waiting Kiba. "Nothing too crazy. Guy has some kids from the Academy he's training and he was looking for some help in fighting style or some shit like that."

"Isn't that, like, Lee's forte?"

Kakashi shrugged fecklessly, "As far as I know, Lee has been really busy with the dojo. Plus, Guy was going on about like, how each shinobi fights in their own style and thought it would be important to teach the kids different types."

Kiba huffed, "So, you're telling me that we're taking time out of our day to fight some kids?"

"Ah," Kakashi nodded, angling his head in Kiba's direction, "not exactly. We're taking time out of our busy schedules to beat the kids up. There's a big difference. I could go for blowing off some steam, anyways."

"Tsunade really thinks this is a job? And don't you do that enough with Sakura already?"

Kakashi grinned, "Well, yeah the Academy is paying Guy and us for it, so unless you don't like making money to kick some little asses..." He sipped his coffee slowly, staring at Kiba over the rim of the mug.

"I guess," Kiba grunted, nearly chugging his cup down despite how fucking hot it was.

"As for blowing off steam with Sakura...that's been...well, very interesting lately."

Black brows twitched, "Eh? What, is she holding out on you?"

Kakashi deadpanned, "No, she's not spiteful. She actually been...quite froggy."

Kiba's expression blanked, "...froggy...?"

Kakashi rolled his eyes, "Jumpy, you know—jumping my bones any chance she gets."

Kiba scowled, "Yeah, I think you've got the meaning behind froggy wrong."

"Excuse me," Kakashi began, hands out on either side, "if anyone gets any phrase wrong, it's you," he pointed a long finger at Kiba. "Second, when someone says something is froggy it's because frogs jump—I mean, this is basic elementary, Keeb—I don't know how you're not getting it."

Kiba shook his head, crossing his hands back and forth in front of him, "Wait, wait wait wait—you're wrong. It's not about the meaning of the phrase- I fucking know what it means, asshole. It's the context that you're using it in that's wr-"

Kakashi snorted, "Oh, please—how was it even out of context? If she's been jumping my bones, she's feeling froggy—honestly Kiba, I can't believe I have to spell this out for you."

"What's there to spell out when you're spelling it wrong to begin with!" Kiba barked, re-filling his coffee cup. "When people use the phrase froggy, it's always associated with a fight. Like, 'eh, wise guy,'" Kiba placed his cup down, pointing two finger guns at Kakashi, "'you're feeling froggy?'"

Kakashi tossed his head back and laughed loudly, "First off, you got that all wrong. If you want to use the phrase froggy in a fight, you don't ask them if they're feeling froggy. You state it. You know, 'yo, if you're feelin' froggy—jump!' WHICH only lines up to and furthers my point that froggy can be used in the context pertaining to Sakura."

"You're a fucking idiot," Kiba growled into his coffee cup.

"And Sakura is feelin' froggy," Kakashi snickered, shaking his head and peering down the hall. "I'm telling you, Kiba—she has been on me like white on rice. I mean I'm not complaining-"

"Tch," Kiba scoffed. "Sounds like you're complaining to me."

Kakashi grinned haughtily at Kiba, palms held up to him, "Hey, if you're feelin' froggy, Kiba—just jump."

"Fffuuuccckkk yyyooouuu," Kiba groaned, turning his attention to the hallway where Sakura came walking out.

While she typically wore standard scrubs to work, today she was wearing a light pink button up cardigan over a scrub top; the buttons pulled together tight over her breasts. In fact, the more Kakashi roved his eyes over her, the more he noticed those buttons were really putting in work to hold that top together. Kakashi glanced over at Kiba, who tilted his head to the side with his eyes and took a quick sip of his coffee.

Sakura pulled a tumbler out of the cabinet; quickly filling it up with the remaining coffee as she spoke, "Morning, Kiba. Hi, honey."

"Morning," Kiba grunted.

"Yo," Kakashi grinned, leaning down the counter to plant a kiss on her temple.

She turned her head and smiled, reaching out to grab his chin; kissing him more firmly before pulling away, "Good luck on your job today."

"Well, we don't really need luck," Kiba commented casually. "But your top does."

Sakura paused, setting her tumbler down on the counter and glancing down at her cardigan, "What? What are you talking about?"

Kakashi chuckled, "It's nothing—just ignore him. He's feeling froggy today, so..."

"Would you shut the fuck up," Kiba bit, rolling his eyes heavily.

"Kiba," Sakura titled sincerely. "If you're feeling froggy, just jump."

Kiba squinted, eyes flicking between the two, "Fuck both of you. Did you hear us talking about that?"

Sakura shook her head, "Talking about what? I was just saying something that they say a lot back at home."

Once Sakura finished pouring up her coffee, she reached into the fridge to grab left overs from last night's dinner and stuff them into a bag; hooking it over her shoulder and turning to Kakashi. She stood high on her tip toes, stretching out her arms to loop them over his head. At the same time she reached up, the top button of her cardigan popped loose—sending the button flying directly into Kakashi's eye.

"Oh, SHIT! I am so sorry!" Sakura shouted, closing her hand over his on top of his eye. "How bad does it hurt?"

Kakashi chuckled, hunched over slightly, "Ah- it hurts as bad as it feels to have a button shoot directly into your eye."

"I am so, so sorry, Kakashi! Here, let me get this," Sakura turned, grabbing a dish towel and soaking the end with cold water; removing his hand and pressing it on his eye. "This should help some, I am so so sorry."

Kakashi rubbed the cloth over his eye, "It's fine, bunny—really."

"Tits McGee over there takin' eyes out one button at a time," Kiba guffawed, shaking his head and wiping away an invisible tear. "I love to see it."

Sakura's head snapped in Kiba's direction, her tone hard as she spoke, "What did you say?"

Kiba laughed again, "I said that your tits are too big for that top, sister! We both saw it, Kakashi was just being nice—but me? I'm your friend, Sakura, and as your friend it is my duty to—what the FUCK!"

Kakashi saw it. He saw it in her expression when Kiba first said the fucking words. He saw her turn, bag falling to the floor, unplug the toaster, and swivel back around; launching the big metal thing directly at Kiba's head. Kiba dodged to the left, barely missing it; eyes incredulous. He glanced back at the toaster that was now on the living room floor; expression etched with shock.

"What the actual FUCK, Sakura?!"

Sakura grabbed her bag quickly, pointing a hard finger at Kiba, "If you were my friend, you wouldn't say such shitty things."

"Sakura, you threw a whole fucking toaster at me."

"You called me Tits McGee!"

Kiba gasped, "Because your tits are obviously way too big for that top—back me up, Kakashi!"

Kakashi raised his hands up in the air, "I think Sakura's tits are perfect the way they are."

Kiba groaned at the same time Sakura did, tossing his head back and sighing, "I was just making a joke-"

"Well it was incredibly rude," Sakura growled, stomping her way out of the kitchen and out of the house.

The two men stood there in silence for several beats; Kiba shaking his head slowly and Kakashi sipping coolly on what was left of his coffee. A couple minutes passed and Kakashi placed his mug in the sink; clapping his hands together and declaring, "Alright! Ready to head out?"

Kiba balked, "Head out? Head out? Did you not see her throw a whole ass TOASTER at me?"

Kakashi plucked a shoulder lazily, "Yeah- I was actually going to mention to you that maybe keep your asshole remarks to yourself today."

"Is she on her period or something?"

"One," Kakashi sighed, walking towards the front door with Kiba in tow. "That's sexist. Two, she doesn't get periods anymore because of her birth control. Three, she's just been sort of moody lately."

"Moody?" Kiba echoed, standing by the car while Kakashi locked the front door and Akamaru hopped in the back seat. "I'd say that's a little more than moody—don't you think?"

Kakashi hopped in the passenger side, letting Kiba jump in and start the car; lurching backwards out of the driveway while he spoke, "I mean—Sakura's always been pretty strong-willed. That being said, she feels things more deeply than we do. She's been feeling sort of unhappy about her weight lately- I mean, I told her she looks great—but she's not buying it."

Kiba shrugged, "I mean, she doesn't look heavier, really—her boobs just look really huge."

"Mmmh, well her boobs aren't the only thing that's-"

"Ugh," Kiba grunted. "If you're going to say it's your dick please don't."

Kakashi flicked his gaze over to Kiba, eyes incurious, "No, Kiba—don't worry, I'm not talking about my dick. I mean, she's just been acting sort of weird lately."

Kiba glanced over, "Weird how? Like, stressed out or something?"

"I mean, she's definitely stressed with work—she said something about these twin nurses quitting that's left them short staffed, but Sakura has always been able to manage her stress as far as work goes. She's been stressing over small stuff, but stressing to the point she cries. Or, she'll be laughing at something and then she starts crying. She gets frustrated at the drop of a hat; she wants to fuck—all the time. She's been sick on and off; we just thought we were cooking the food wrong... Lately, she's been doing this thing where she gets up in the middle of the night and eats a tomato. Like, raw. She just puts a little salt on it and eats it like a fucking apple. And she gets really, really upset if we don't have tomatoes on hand for her to eat. She craves them. She cried the other day when she dropped the last one by accident- so I got up and went to the store to get her some more."

Kiba hummed, nodding knowingly, "I mean, her hips have gotten just the slightest bit wider."

"Kiba, I'm starting to get concerned with how much attention you pay to my wife's body," Kakashi teased, onyx eyes flicking to meet his.

Kiba scoffed, "Not even. Not to make you freak out or anything, but she sounds pregnant."

Kakashi shook his head, "There's no way. She's been on long-term birth control since we've been together—and it lasts a long ass time."

Kiba shrugged, "I'm just saying—it's worth ruling out."

"No, there's no point in ruling out what can't possibly exist. Besides, she'd probably take it real personal, considering she's been upset about her weight and all."

"Don't count it out completely," Kiba challenged. "Look at me—I'm a young, fine, strapping man. My mom got pregnant with me when she was on birth control."

Kakashi snickered, "Ah, yes—the little sperm that could. I remember that story well."

"Whatever- look, all I'm saying is her eating tomatoes like apples some odd-hours in the day is not normal. I mean, you told me she was craving them and cried when she dropped one. And again, not to mention, she threw a fucking TOASTER at my head. So, maybe just ask her to take a test because of the whole tomato thing- I don't know. Just, you know—rule it out. No harm, no foul; right?"

"Right," Kakashi muttered, peering out of the window.

Sakura...pregnant...?

He honestly hadn't thought about it—he just initially chalked it up to her work hours being the reason she was so off, since they were off recently. It never crossed his mind, because she was on birth control. Sure, they never used condoms and he came in her every chance he got—but it still never crossed his mind, not once. He agreed with Kiba that maybe it would be good to rule out- so they can figure out what to do so she can start feeling better again.

He didn't want to admit it, but...

A part of him felt giddy at the notion that she might be pregnant.
In fact...a part of him felt hope and excitement blossom across his chest.

He imagined how cute Sakura would be pregnant. He could rub her swollen feet and feed her tomatoes all day long if she wanted him to. He imagined holding the sweet little baby; the fruit of their love. Kakashi always wanted to be a father—and he knew Sakura would make an outstanding mother. Whether or not Sakura would be happy about it—he didn't know.

He sure as shit hoped she would be, if she was pregnant.

All he could do was hope.

Sakura was having a really rough time.

From the moment she woke up, she was in a terrible mood; and while she did her best to be kind to Kakashi, she couldn't stop herself from lashing out at Kiba. Where the fuck does he even get off talking about her body like that? For some reason, as the day went on and she tended to patients; she couldn't seem to let it go. Even over lunch, she picked at her food—unable to stomach any of it she was so upset.

"You look swell," Ino's voice cut in; the busty blonde plopping down in the chair across from Sakura.

"Thanks," Sakura muttered, closing the lid over the bowl and pushing it away; the smell making her feel worse.

"What's got your panties in a wad?" Ino tittered, grabbing the bowl and opening it. "Oooo- are you gonna finish this?"

Sakura shook her head, her expression disgusted, "No, you can have it. Here, I have an extra fork in my bag."

Ino breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank fucking god. I am starving and I was running late this morning so I didn't have time to bring a lunch."

"No problem," Sakura hummed, leaning back into her chair and closing her eyes; breathing in through her nose and out her mouth.

"Are you sick or something?" Ino piqued.

Sakura's eyes snapped open, "I mean, I don't think so. I've just been having stomach issues lately. It's not consistent, it's on and off."

Ino nodded, chewing the food thoughtfully, "Mmmhhmm- how long have you been feeling sick for?"

Sakura glanced up, trying to remember, "Um...I mean, not long. Like a month and a half? Maybe two months? Like I said, it's no big deal; I've just been feeling sick randomly and I think it has a lot to do with the hours here at work—my eating schedule is all off, so my body isn't used to it."

"Are you knocked up?" Ino bit, propping one elbow up on the chair; blue eyes sparkling mischievously while blonde eyebrows wiggled. "Is Kakashi now your baby daddy?"

Sakura laughed, "Hardly. I'm on birth control—remember?"

"Ah," Ino nodded again. "Remind me, which one are you on?"

Sakura tapped the inside of her left arm, "The bar. It lasts three years. And why would pregnancy be your first answer? I can be sick without being pregnant, you know."

Ino snorted loudly, shoveling more food into her mouth, "When's the last time you got your period?"

Sakura rolled her eyes, "I don't get them any more—at all, Ino. Not on this birth control."

"Then how do you know?" She pressed casually; cheeks stuffed with food.

"I think I know my body well enough to warrant whether or not I was pregnant," Sakura deadpanned.

Ino shrugged a shoulder, "Whatever you say. But I'm just going to say it: you've been all sorts of moody, your tits have gotten huge, and you can't even look at this bowl of food without making the ugliest face ever."

Sakura scowled, tone harsh as she spoke, "Your point?"

"See- that, that RIGHT there," Ino pointed the fork at Sakura. "That's what I'm talking about. Little Miss Attitude over here. All I'm doing is just pointing out the obvious. And I'm not the only one. Himari thinks you're knocked up, too."

Pink brows shot up in surprise, "Himari?"

"Mmmhhmmm," Ino nodded matter-of-factly. "You were getting pretty snappy with her one day—all day, I might add—and she came to me and said don't be surprised if you pull out a sonogram later."

"I'm allowed to have bad days, Ino."

"You're right, you are. But these bad days are oddly similar to bad days a pregnant woman has. What about earlier this week? You took two bites of your rice and dry heaved it out. You cried you were so angry because a patient wasn't understanding what you were telling them," Ino held up her left hand, ticking off her fingers with each statement. "Let me see—oh! You've been way more irritable than normal. You pop off in an instant. Ah, your tits are huge-"

"You already said that," Sakura growled.

Ino huffed hard, sliding the bowl across the table, "All I'm saying is maybe take a test. You can't rely on your periods because you're not getting them, so. Plus, what if it's a real medical issue?"

"Look," Sakura began. "I'll squash this really quick." Sakura leaned over, scooping up her bag and digging around for her wallet.

Ino let out a long sigh, elbow propped on the table with her face in her hand; expression bored, "What are you doing, Sakura?"

Sakura pulled out her wallet, "When I got the bar implanted when I was still living in America—the doctor gives you this plastic card with the date of when you got the implant and when it expires." She began to finger her way through all the cards in her wallet; taking out a small stack and flipping through them. "When it is close to expiring, you get it replaced. I'm going to show you that there's still a lot of time on mine. I just need to find it...Ah! Here it is! Read it and weep," Sakura sneered, holding out the laminate card for Ino to read.

Ino snatched the card out of Sakura's hand, squinting at it for several beats before placing it face down on the table and sliding it towards her while she stood up, "Yeah...I'd take a test if I were you, Sakura."

Sakura watched Ino, confused, "What are you talking about?" She grabbed the card, "The date is right...here..."

Sakura blinked several times, hoping that the numbers would change. She glanced up at Ino, who was standing with her arms crossed; seemingly sympathetic. Sakura stared at the handwritten numbers, feeling her stomach sink at the sight of them.

There was NO fucking way this was happening.

"You're six months past the expiration date, Sa-kur-rrrraaaahh," Ino sang, flipping her pony tail. "Chances are you didn't get a period because the bar is still releasing some hormones—though who knows if it's enough to protect you or not. So, maybe stop by the drug store and pick up a test? Call me when you get the results, I wanna know what it is." With that, she leaned forward and planted a quick peck on Sakura's head before ambling her way back to work.

Sakura remained frozen in place, staring at the card and hearing her heart beat spike in her chest. She was six months past the expiration date. How does she even miss something like that? Was she just too wrapped up in everything here she totally forgot about it? And how could her timing be off—not that she really remembered when she got the bar put it, it was so long ago. She could have sworn she had another year on it—at least.

How could she be so off?

Sure, once Kakashi proposed to her she was pretty wrapped up in the wedding...but that was nearly a year ago. She felt stupid, not paying attention to something as important as this. She felt like a fucking moron. Plus, as much as she hated to admit it: Ino was right—she had been acting weird. Pregnancy didn't even cross her mind because she thought she was covered. Her and Kakashi have had A LOT of sex between when the bar expired and now—there was no telling when the conception could have happened, or how far along she would be...And her boobs have gotten bigger...

Sakura leaned back in her chair; closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose, "Fuck."

If Kakashi wasn't used to Guy's high energy—he would have been worn the fuck out. Lucky for him, years and years of "challenges" and "duels" with Guy has led him to being the man he is today; unable to be exhausted by Guy's efforts. But, fact of the matter is Kakashi wasn't on his A-game, either. During the entire training session, with each spar—his head wasn't in the game 100%. All he kept thinking about was the possibility of Sakura being pregnant. All that crossed his mind was the image of kissing her swollen belly; rubbing it and whispering to the life growing inside of her. He knew he was getting way ahead of himself; but a man can dream, dammit.

On the drive home, Kakashi asked Kiba to stop at the drug store so he could grab a test for Sakura. Kiba cocked his head and raised an eyebrow, "You're really gonna ask her?"

Kakashi nodded, "I am. Everything you said makes sense, we'd be dumb to not rule it out."

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you sound almost excited, Kakashi."

Kakashi sighed, "You know me, Kiba."

Kiba grinned, slapping Kakashi on the back firmly, "Yeah, man—I do."

Once Kakashi was dropped off at the house, he actually felt his stomach flip to see Sakura's car there. He'd never felt nervous like this before, and he found it rather exhilarating. He tried his best to keep a level head, telling himself that everything is up in the stars and to not get too worked up about it.

"Whatever happens, happens," he muttered as he opened up the door to his home.

The tv was on in the living room, but Sakura was nowhere in sight. He moved through the kitchen, down the hall calling Sakura's name.

"Usagi, I need to talk to you," He called once he reached the bedroom; glancing around the yipping mass of dogs. He stopped at the door of the restroom, digging around in the bag to pull out the pregnancy test.

"Good," Sakura replied from behind the door, opening it after several seconds; her hands closed over something he couldn't make out. "Because I need to talk to you, too."

She sat on the exam table, picking at her fingers while Kakashi sat in the chair beside her; elbows propped on his knees, his foot tapping periodically. After about thirty minutes of waiting, the doctor came sweeping into the room; papers in hand and a smile on her face.

"Good morning—how are we doing today?" She grinned, putting on her glasses to glance down at the paper. "Sakura Hatake—correct?"

"Yes, ma'am," Sakura nodded, feigning her own smile.

"And this is your lovely husband?" She pressed, taking off her glasses and pointing them at Kakashi.

Kakashi gave the doctor a small salute, "The one and only, ma'am."

"Good," she nodded. "Well, I am doctor Ainu. Want to run by me why we're here today?"

"Well," Sakura began nervously. "For the past couple months, I have been feeling weird. Last week I took a pregnancy test and it came back positive. I have the birth control implant in my arm, and even though it's expired- I'm worried the pregnancy could be ectopic."

Ainu nodded knowingly, lips pressed in a hard line, "Mmmhhmm, that's something to be worried about. How long has your implant been expired for?"

"Ah, six months," Sakura answered shakily.

"Alright. Well, don't worry, Sakura. You're in really capable hands. If you'll go ahead and prop your legs up on this stirrup—take that blanket there and cover your lower half for me, please."

While Ainu got ready, Sakura propped herself up on the stirrups; Kakashi helping her roll out the blanket to cover the lower half of her body. Ainu pulled up a rolling chair, a long white rod in hand that had a wire connecting it to a monitor. She began to gingerly apply clear lubricant before smiling brightly at Sakura, "Alright, honey—are you ready? It's going to feel a little cold."

"I'm ready," Sakura replied, grasping Kakashi's hand tight in hers.

"Alright, here we go," Ainu muttered, pressing the cold object in and moving it slightly.

All eyes were on the screen as the doctor hummed to herself; nodding here and there. Sakura waited impatiently for the woman to say something, very nearly about to burst until the doctor spoke up. "Well, Sakura—you're definitely pregnant. It looks like you're about 12 weeks along..."

Sakura shot up slightly, "12 weeks?! How did I miss that?"

"You'd be surprised," Ainu remarked evenly. "I've had patients come in here six months pregnant and not even know. Be glad we caught it when we did because...well..."

"Well what?" Kakashi pressed, leaning forward now and peering at the monitor sharply. "Is something wrong?"

The nurse shook her head, "Well, it's just that..."

The entire team was at the club today—per Kakashi's request. Even Gaara and Kankuro showed up, much to his delight. While everyone was chatting among each other, Kakashi was just waiting for Sakura to show up as soon as her shift was over.

They had big news to share with the team.
News that was going to change the lives of Kakashi and Sakura forever.
News that made him want to soar.

He was on cloud nine.

Thirty more minutes of waiting passed before Sakura arrived; looking flushed and beautiful. Her hair was in a messy high bun, with cute pink rings falling down at the sides. Kakashi met her at the bottom of the steps, leaning in to whisper, "Did you bring it..?"

Sakura nodded, leaning in to kiss him, "Yeah, I brought it."

"Good," Kakashi winked, kissing her once more before guiding her by the hand to the center of the room.

"Hey everyone—can I have your attention really quick?" Kakashi called, clapping his hands together and smiling too wide for his own good.

"This had better be important," Tsunade remarked, her cheeks slightly rosy from the sake. "I've got work I've got to do."

"It will be, it will be," Kakashi replied. "I'm glad you all came here, it means a lot to us. We wanted to tell you that Sakura and I," he pulled Sakura in his arm tight, "are pregnant."

"CALLED IT!" Ino and Kiba shouted at the same time everyone else gasped.

"Do you have the sonogram?" Tenten nearly shouted, almost falling over herself and everyone crowded the pair; congratulating them.

"I do," Sakura sang, pulling the folded picture out of her back pocket and handing it over to Tenten; with all the other women standing directly behind her as she unfolded it. Expressions became confused as eyes glossed over the pictures; flicking to Sakura and back to the pictures.

"Sakura...why does it say baby A, baby B, and baby...C?" Tenten asked slowly, glancing up to meet Kakashi's beaming gaze.

"TRIPLETS?!" Ino barked loudly, screaming at the top of her lungs and pulling Sakura in for a tight hug.

"Triplets," Kakashi winked, nudging Kiba in the side. "You hear that? My boys can swim!"

"Wow, not one—but three," Kiba chuckled. "Your hands are going to be full."

Kakashi shook his head, "There's no other way I'd have it, my man. No other way."

Kakashi watched as Sakura was embraced; hands ghosting over her already blooming belly and people congratulating him. He watched her cheeks flush with joy, happy tears gathering in the corners of her eyes as she laughed along with the girls. He moved in, easily sweeping Sakura away for a second to kiss her sweetly; letting his hand rest on her stomach.

"We're going to make a beautiful family," He muttered, searching her wide eyes with his own.

"We are a beautiful family," Sakura grinned, kissing him just as sweetly.

The lovers embraced, surrounded by those they loved, those that loved them, and those that are just growing; already so deeply loved.

She was right.

They are a beautiful family.

Kira here! Yes—triplets! I always envisioned Kakashi having a rather decent sized brood of babies. I felt three was fitting, given Sakura, Sasuke, and Naruto in the OG. Stay tuned for the next story I'll be writing that—again—will have all the same characters from and within this universe. Expect Sakura to give birth to some pretty babies in it, too! I am so thrilled and saddened this story is over, but I'm excited for the next one. I'll be sure to let you know when the new story is up, if you don't already follow me! As always, thank you for your feedback- I love the ever living shit out of yall.

Love always,

Kira