Twins
age 7
If Temari thought her daughters had taken it hard the first time she thought she was pregnant, she sure didn't now. She'd almost prefer them to scream and destroy things. At least then she'd know that they were, well, themselves.
Shikako was now locked in her room. No amounts of pleading from her father would get her out. Temari could hear the sounds of brush on canvas, and she knew that the seven year-old girl was painting again. It was something that they'd both tried as a hobby just a few months before and ended up sticking with it every once in a while, especially when upset.
Samara, however, was in the back, swinging slowly on the swing their parents had set up when they turned five. With her hair down, covering her face, Temari couldn't tell what kind of expression her daughter wore.
Chouji had shown up with with his son and baby daughter, but the girls simply refused to play. Or talk to them, for that matter.
The next morning, the girls didn't say a word beyond "Good morning" and "Bye" when they left for the academy. Temari was surprised when Shikamaru tried to make them laugh, especially after complaing that the whole situation was too troublesome.
When the girls returned from school, however, both parents found themselves wishing they'd be gloomy again.
The construction worker who fixed their wall, however, was quite happy.