Sarada was a formidable ninja and you are damned if you piss her off.

Now that she was pregnant - on her third trimester, to be precise - you'd be dead if you tried to.

It would be their first child, a boy, according to their recent medical tests. They had already decided on the name Itachi, in honour of the uncle that the child will never get to meet. Sasuke had smiled when they informed him of this decision.

Now, Boruto thought, if only Sarada would stop over-working herself, things would be perfect. Yes, she had taken a break from dangerous missions and confined herself to C and D ranks and helping with the Hokage's paperwork, but it was still too damn much, in his opinion. She needed full rest, preferably with him as her prime caretaker and pampering her with affections.

"Sarada, look, I don't care if you still fifty more documents to sign, I'll do it for you. Just go to bed!"

"Boruto, look, I only have fifty documents to sign. Just let me finish damn it!"

"Sarada, normally I'd be fine with your ridiculously workaholic antics but you are heavily pregnant right now and maybe, just maybe, you deserve some rest. Also, you know, for the sake of our baby..."

"Just shut up and let me finish this!" She snapped.

"Sarada, come on, you'll have plenty-"

"Will you just shut up?!"

"Okay, now you're being unreasonable!"

"Oh go away! Let me concentrate!"

"Seriously, this isn't even that big of a deal-"

"For you! These documents are no small deal for me! Nor for the people they affect!"

"Now you're being dramatic!"

Silence. Only the sound of Sarada's pen scribbling on paper resounded through the room, for none of them uttered a single word.

His wife was completely ignoring him.

She continued to ignore him even after finishing her stash of paperwork, directly heading to the door without so much of a glance in his way.

"Hey, Sarada! What's wrong with you?!" He rushed behind her.

No response.

"Not cool, girl. Not cool at all."

Still nothing. Not a word.

"Yo, you're not seriously considering not speaking to me for an entire night, right?"

~X~

He trailed behind her - all the way from her office to their home.

"Sarada, come on, now you're just being petty..."

He slammed the door, folded his arms and faced her.

She rolled her eyes and kept walking.

He got in front of her and blocked her way.

She glared at him - and mouthed the words 'out of my way.'

"No," he uttered defiantly. " I was just concerned about you, why are you acting so dramatic about this?! Honestly, out of all the years I've known you, this is the most unreasonable you have been - okay, maybe sans that time in that other world when-"

"Boruto," Sarada finally spoke out loud, she was huffing and puffing, chest heaving up and down, "When I work in my office. I would like to be, well, undistracted, especially from my husband, who, by the way, shouldn't be in there the first place. Secondly, who the hell do you think you are telling me when to stop working and-"

"I'm your husband! And I care-"

"Oh, so you think husbands can tell their wives whatever they want-"

"For fuck's sake that was not what I meant! And for the record, I was merely concerned about you. You're not sleeping very much, you've got eyebags all the time, you're also quite heavily pregnant, which is not a very combination with your current hours of sleep. And more than anything, care about your well-being because I love you! You have to learn how to rest and to stop... being so damned insecure!" Boruto's face was red after he finished his ranting. "Why can't you just accept the fact that I care about you?!"

Sarada took a deep breath and slumped.

"I'm scared," she whispered, her composure now stiff, frigid.

"I know how you feel," he said understandingly, approaching her and holding her hands.

"No you don't," she mumbled. "I... I just don't know what the future holds."

"Me neither."

"What if I'm a bad mother? What if I can't do this properly for our child? What if I'm forced to give up my dream of being Hokage because our kid needs me? What if I'm forced to choose? I don't know if I can do this."

Sighing, Boruto looked into her eyes."Sarada... whatever happens, I want you to know that I'll always be there for you and that we'll go through everything together. We'll share our parenting responsibilities. Heck, I'll even do most of it if need be. I knew exactly who I was marrying when I asked you to spend the rest of your life with me. I'm the son of a Hokage and I know exactly what kind of sitution we'll be in."

"None of the other past Hokages were mothers..."

"So what? You'll just have to be the first. There's a first for everything."

"What if I'm terrible at it?"

"You won't be. Anyone as smart, dedicated and skilled as you would be a blessing to us all."

"Now you're just using flattery," Sarada chuckled.

"Tell me, Sarada, is this the reason why you're being overly harsh on yourself?"

"Possibly," Sarada mumbled. "Okay, probably yes."

Without thinking, Boruto kissed her on the lips. His hands wandered to her belly, caressing it.

"Don't worry. We can do this together. Know that I'll support you and your choices no matter what."

"Even when I decide to pull an all-nighter?" Sarada asked cheekily, the glint returning to her eyes.

"Except when you're heavily pregnant. Now please just go to bed."

"Only if you go to bed with me." She gave him a wink.

"Oh no, we're not doing this. Come on, this is the epitome of being unreasonable-"

"I was just kidding, silly."

Boruto sighed in relief.


A/N: Here's me trying to portray Sarada's initial insecurities about being both Hokage and a mother. And Boruto being both simultaneously crazily protective and the most understanding husband in the world.

Next chapter will revolve around the kids, most likely. That being said, feel free to pitch in suggestions! There most certainly will be a chapter featuring a cameo by alt-Sasuke some time in the future.