A very pregnant woman waddle around the traditionally styled home, trying to keep herself busy. Seeing as she was usually working right about now, the woman had a hard time staying still.
"Hun? What are you doing?" A tall robust man leaned against the main doors frame. His arms folded in front of him, as his spiral covered cheeks squeezed his eyes shut.
Pink hair waved as she came to an abrupt stop, comically freezing before slowly turning to face the red clothed man.
Sakura's nervous smile, a source of the man's amusement. "Cho-kun! I didn't you were there. I was just cleaning a little, nothing big."
Choji kept his amused yet stern look "your a medic, Sakura. You should know the importance of rest for pregnant woman."
It was Sakura's turn to cross her arms as she glared fiercely "I know. And I am resting. I just wanted to do something before you came home."
As soon as the verdant fire appeared it simmered as she brightened up "in fact! I cooked you dinner!"
Choji's face lost color as his body lost the powerful pose. The pink haired medic remained ignorant towards her husband's dramatic reaction.
"I just made it so it should still be hot, I'll go get you a plate." As she was walking away, the man flickered behind her.
Choji physically picked her up, spinning on his heel before placing her gently back down. At this point Sakura was faced in the opposite direction, conveniently away from the kitchen.
"Why don't you go take a nice bath and I'll eat dinner. I'll join you to go to bed once I'm done." The robust man ushered her towards the other side of the house.
With a tired sigh Sakura agreed murmuring about her sore feet as she waddled away.
A breath of relief escaped the man's mouth as he placed a hand over his racing heart. He literally just talked his way out of a young death.
Choji's dark eyes gazed at the direction Sakura had gone in. His expression one of pure love, as much as he adored the woman, her food was completely inedible.