It was their wedding, and it should of been one of the happiest
moments in her life. White dress, a lovely chapel, a handsome groom
that she loved, and happy faces everywhere.
White dress.
A private ceremony in a Cathedral.
A groom.
Solemn faces everywhere.
Her
large family and Kurenai-sensei. Him, Kakashi-sama, and a cloaked
figure in the back, who she knew shouldn't have been there. This was
her wedding. Robotic claps, appreciative glances, and customs. Dreary
white and black. No kisses. No laughter. No smiles. This was it; a
handsome groom that didn't love her. A handsome man that she didn't
love, or know.
Marriage was the worst thing that happened to them.
Or so they thought.
Coffee.
Black, hot and strong.
His morning cup. After a small bowl of rice, soup, and assortment of side dishes, that he liked, and water. Then coffee. To brighten his mood up from the little sleep he had in the cold bed, in a even colder room, a foot apart from a warm person. The gap was too little. He needed to be away. He needed to be even colder. He need less sleep. He didn't need her.
Tea.
Light, warm, and calm.
She ate very little, consuming less than half off her bowl, was quiet, obedient, and soft. She cleaned up after him, and cleaned the house after he left, even though there wasn't much to clean up. Their house was expansive and wide, clean and empty. It was quiet. She would cook and cry in her spare time.
It was too cold.
Sighing, she put her cup down and turned to face her husband. Dark circles under his eyes, dark hair hiding his eyes, lips pursed stiff into a line as he gazed into the morning paper- or so she thought. A strong callused hand picking up his cup. Taking a sip, his light pink lips just grazing the cup as the brown liquid seeped in them.
She stared.
"When do you think you'll be back?" She asked almost inaudible tone.
He shrugged. "A week." He answered not taking his eyes off the paper. She nodded, and carefully set her tea down, clutching the handkerchief tightly in her hands. She twisted it nervously, her empty eyes concentrating on the wall to her left. He glanced at her. Nervous. He set his cup down. "What is the matter?" He asked.
She stiffened and stopped her movements.
Silence
"Father," She began after moment's of pauses. "Is expecting a baby in a year." She looked towards his cup. His hands.
He sighed, got up and left.
She cried again that night.
[Authors Notes] Honestly. I don't know.