Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Kishimoto.


Hinata realized that morning when she woke up, that not only did she have a panic attack right in front of her guest, she had also fallen asleep on his arms. He had left her covered with a blanket and two pillows that obviously belonged to his rooms, in a gesture she thought it had been very kind.

She blushed in embarrassment, as she filled her chickens' feeding bowl with seeds and replaced their water bowl with fresh water. And as she picked some freshly laid eggs from that morning, she wondered nervously how she was going to be able to face him today.

Just as she walked back towards the kitchen's back doors, she noticed him return from his morning jog. It was foggy and particularly chilly that morning, yet it seemed that he was pretty committed to his morning exercise.

"Hello", he sounded somewhat winded, yet animated that day.

"Hi", she replied shyly.

"Sa-Sasuke", she started,"I just wanted to apologize about yesterday... it was unexpected ... and unprofessional—"

"Hey, it's ok", Hinata was staring at her feet, and he took advantage of her distraction to grab her hand.

"It hasn't occurred in a while... I don't know what happened..."

"It's not your fault", he said firmly.

She inhaled lightly, lifting her eyes up to his... his eyes were a deep pool of blackness and she felt suddenly like she wouldn't mind falling into their abyss.

Sasuke caressed her hand, as he held her, and Hinata rousing abruptly from her stupor, pulled her hand away... except that, he held tighter not letting go. Sasuke pulled her closer, until her feet almost touched his own. She watched in amazement as his face lowered, drawing closer, and when his lips touched hers, she didn't push him away.

His lips caressed her own, in such a gentle manner, she couldn't help but open her mouth when he coaxed her with his tongue. Hinata gasped, and moaned in the back of her throat, as her body melted into his, and even when his hands slipped under the heavy knit sweater to touch her naked back, she didn't stop him.

Soon, their embrace became more ardent, and Sasuke's hands sneaked down to her buttocks, surprising her when he lifted her body completely off the floor to sit her atop the kitchen countertop, having her then at eye level, thighs wrapped around his waist.

Hinata would have never known where all of it would have ended, since Sasuke's tight hold against his chest didn't seem to leave room to escape, were it not for the familiar sound of her grandpa's truck arriving and parking in the back.

They separated, and Hinata jumped off the cabinet just in time to see her grandfather walk inside the place.

His eyes bore into hers, blazing with no small degree of satisfaction, the entire time she cooked him breakfast that morning. He watched her display the most adoring blush, while acknowledging her grandfather's chatter with nods and assenting hums.

. . .

Hinata sat that evening in her usual corner of her couch, working furiously on a concept for the first chamber in the third floor that she planned to work on after finishing the Wisteria room.

She wondered over and over if Sasuke would show up that evening and sit again with her... which bothered and made her feel silly, because she didn't want to think about him, or how distracted he made her feel, and how looking at him made her long for something that she would read in a Jane Austen novel. And so she tried to focus her attention between her inspirational Pinterest board, as she drew with her set of prisma colors the tones and shapes, the decor and furniture she wanted to, possibly by next year, bring to reality.

She always found drawing therapeutic. Having the skills to paint also allowed her to design and draw each location as she envisioned. Every time she finished a chamber, she would frame them and hang them in the little office she had set up in an area adjacent to the kitchens, like small trophies for each accomplished project.

Her concept for her dream Chateau kitchen took her a whole year to finish. She had to do a lot of research, as she wanted something with all the modern comforts but that at the same time, keep in with the historical reverence and spirit of the surroundings. She had a whole excel spreadsheet prepared, and knew the cost of every material and equipment needed to complete the project. She also didn't want her grandfather to be involved. He wasn't getting any younger and she wanted to give him some rest, thus her plan was to hire professionals to take care it all, something that increased the cost exponentially.

Lost in a world of renovations and worries, she never sensed the figure that appeared in the room, and didn't notice him until his large form sat on the couch next to her.

"What are you doing?", and she jumped in half a fright. "It's just me", he chuckled.

Hinata touched her chest, "You scared me half to death", she gasped out.

"So what would you do if I was a big bad wolf coming in here... to eat you?"

The blush on her cheeks deepened, but she answered firmly, "I have a rifle hidden in the room... grandpa taught me how to use it... and if that fails, I have some baseball bats around the home..." she trailed off.

"Oh, like the ones I have seen hidden behind some curtains", he laughed, and Hinata couldn't help but laugh too.

"What are you doing there?", he asked, curiosity in his voice.

"This is... this is my idea for a room in the third floor."

"It looks different from the rest of the house".

"I know... it's just... well, that floor has a lot more damage in the walls and ceiling, and I don't think a lot of the older folk will want to walk three flight of stairs to stay in a room.

"So I thought to make it a bit more modern... since I think it will be mostly younger people staying up there... maybe rustic... perhaps some exposed bricks and beams. That way I can actually reinforce all the walls and fix all the water damage.

"We probably won't get it started in a couple of months. Grandpa is old and gets tired... I want to give him a break..."

"How about you? Do you ever get a break?"

She laughed, "maybe a little one... I was thinking about working on the gardens for a little while. Cut down some fallen trees, deep clean the little chapel... perhaps even restore the bit of stained glass that's broken," she shrugged her shoulders uncertain.

"And what is this?", he said as he grabbed some loose papers from her sketch book.

"That's part of the kitchen".

"Really nice countertops", he nodded approvingly. Hinata blushed, remembering all of a sudden the morning, and before she even had the chance to overthink and hyperventilate over the matter, Sasuke moved closer and kissed her on the lips for the second time that day.

This time around he didn't start slow, but rather coerced her lips open right from the beginning. Hinata, feeling helpless to her own emotions and passions, and falling pray from an unconscious desperation caused by self-imposed solitude, leaned into his kiss, letting him devour her to his heart's desire.

She didn't recall at what time she fell asleep. She dreamed that night of tall glowing windows, and tall figures in the darkness disappearing in scarlet spirals, of black hawks that crooned softly in her ears and soft feathers, warm touches and kisses, hard countertops and limestone tiles, and she even thought bizarrely that she had made love with said hawk, as she had laid naked on it's feathery arms. Hinata woke up that morning thinking that her mind had gone crazy.

. . .

What at first seemed to be a casual occurrence became a nightly habit. She would see Sasuke during meal times, and conversations would be light and airy, but nighttime come, he would sit alongside her on the comfy settee for some intense make out sessions.

Hinata felt at times she was experiencing the teenage life she never had, busy as she was in school at the time and caring for Hanabi at home.

Sasuke's touch never went past the skin around her waist, but she wondered sometimes if he would get tired of innocent petting at some point and try something more daring... but more importantly, would she let him... she wasn't sure she was strong enough to stop him. Yet, what was to happen after he left... she didn't know, and she didn't want to think about it.

That night, she stayed inside her rooms, heart palpitating, afraid to go downstairs, but unable to work on anything. Not even hugging Belle quieted her unsettled heart. She tried to sleep early but kept tossing and turning, overthinking wild realities, one more unlikely than the other. That was, until she couldn't take the tension and getting off bed, she ran downstairs almost tripping over her feet, as Belle ran after, likely thinking it was some kind of puppy game.

He wasn't there. And she felt equally relieved and disappointed.

"So you came down after all. Where you hiding from me?"

"Sasuke!" she jumped in half a fright. "Why are you always scaring me like this...", she complained holding her chest.

He was standing in a corner by a large window semi- covered by the curtains, the same window where he stood months ago, holding a glass of red wine.

"You have zero sense of your surroundings. That's concerning", he admonished lightly.

She couldn't help it, she had no sixth sense for anything, except for maybe art.

"It's your fault. You know...", he said softly after a while, putting down his glass.

"What...?", she whispered, and he moved closer, until their chests touched each other.

"I can't go to sleep unless I kiss you goodnight...", he answered gently above her, reaching up to caress her hair.

"Oh...", she mumbled, and with that he leaned down and grabbed her lips.

His strong biceps circled around her smaller frame, and without any further preamble, he lifted her entire body off the hardwood floor. Hinata had no choice but wrap her legs around his waist, to anchor herself onto something.

Sasuke rushed down the halls and up the grand staircase, carrying her body as if it was weightless, and Hinata, in between kisses, never registered they were in his room until he dropped her unceremoniously atop the soft mattress.

She sucked on her breath, staring into his eyes which stared back with unsettling firmness, no doubt in her mind knowing what they wanted, as he unwaveringly, lowered her sleeping pants.

He hovered over her thighs, and the muscles in his back rippled as he moved with feline grace, trailing soft yet firm kisses on a trajectory upwards towards her sex.

Hinata swallowed a moan, as his fingers played with the underside of her panties, rubbing his digits purposely along her hair covered nether lips. Two fingers then hooked on the small piece of clothing and slowly he lowered them all the way down her legs, the lacy fabric leaving a tingle of fiery sensations in its wake.

Hinata bit her lower lip and clutched the sheets under her, as she watched in awe as Sasuke spread her wider, lowered his head between her legs, and with a gasp, he started licking her there...

She threw her head back with a deep groan, unable to hold the view presented in her eyes. Sasuke's tongue suckled her in a most maddening manner –his arms holding firmly her legs around his shoulders– with every swash of tongue and slurp on her clammy flesh leaving a deep seated burning sensation. Hinata was falling into his abyss, it was unstoppable.

She wailed in pleasure as the built up pressure poured out, and she screamed his name while digging her heels firmly into the mattress, forgoing any sense of modesty she might have felt in most other circumstances.

Sasuke gave her sex one last peck and with that he lifted his body off her, moving upwards.

Hinata watched through heavy lidded eyes as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking down at her with a satisfied smirk. Flustered, she watched him remove his clothes, but didn't fight it when he removed her upper layers, fully knowing what was to happen next, letting go and letting the night run it's course.

Sasuke's eyebrows furrowed, looking down at her full, heaving breasts. His magnificent torso, glistened with sweat under the dimmed lights.

"They are so beautiful...", he grunted with a raspy timbre Hinata had never heard from him before.

Hinata purred unconsciously as she felt the warm skin of his chest bearing down on her. He licked then each nipple with gentle sucks, "I have", lick, "wanted to", lick, "do this", lick, "since I met you", he confessed, dampening each sensuous gland with a hungry suck.

He trailed kisses up her chest and neck until he reached her face, thrusting his tongue deep in her mouth with passionate abandon, his solid body wedging itself slyly in between hers.

Eventually, Sasuke leaned his forehead against hers, adjusting her legs around his male hips. Her eyes were wide open in panic. His, closed in anxious craving, and she didn't reject his forwardness when she felt the hardened wide tip of his manhood fondle her soaked cleft, seeking insistent the small dip of her opening.

He pressed forward, almost forcibly despite the wetness, sinking himself slowly inside her body.

"Baby, you are so tight...", he moaned in agonizing pleasure.

It wasn't as painful as she thought it would be, but it felt too uncomfortable, too full, as if pushing in where it didn't fit. But Hinata didn't complain, and held tightly onto his arms as the man atop her flexed his hips relentlessly, sinking all his way down to her natural end.

He moved gently at first, almost tentatively, inside a passage that felt too small, his thrusts becoming more sure and less paused, as it became easier to move in and out.

Hinata's limbs tried anchoring on his back to support his onslaught of hip movements, but Sasuke hiked her legs even higher around his torso, a strong bicep wrapped around her neck and shoulder as the other arm clutched a thigh tightly against his body, seeking deeper penetration.

Soon, his thrusts became an obscene pounding of flesh.

Hinata would have never imagined Sasuke could moan as much as he did that night. He grunted and hummed his pleasure, as his movements became more erratic, and Hinata held onto his body as the thick invading member slid vigorously inside her body.

He finally let out a deep groan and she felt an unfamiliar wet warmth of his ecstasy seep deep within her belly.

Spent, Sasuke panted as his large frame covered all of her smaller form. Their bodies still joined in the most intimate nature, his forearms moving to hold his weight above hers to avoid crushing her body.

"What have you done to me, you witch", he rasped breathlessly, "You Moon eyed witch", and his lips sought her own in a mellowed kiss.

They laid in bed joined intimately, kissing, her hands caressing his back and hair in a comforting manner for what felt like an eternity, until Sasuke moved off her body to lay on his back, catching his breath.

"Did I hurt you?", he asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

"No...", she lied, and perceived Sasuke getting up to go use the restroom.

Hinata felt suddenly cold. She covered up with blankets and curled into herself. She didn't have time to doubt and overthink her actions, as her eyes fluttered close, her mind and body caving into much needed rest.

She arose momentarily from her half asleep state, when she felt a heavy arm circle around her midriff, while a strong masculine naked chest laid pressed against her back.

. . .

Hinata woke up rather dazed that morning.

She scrunched her eyes groggily at the bright sunlight coming through the large windows and wondered briefly why her room looked so different.

She sat up in bed brusquely. She was seldom in bed past nine and the sun was looking pretty high that day.

Hinata covered her face in shame, recalling the previous evening. She was completely naked under the sheets and she couldn't even blame the wine, as she had none the night before.

She looked around. The bed was a mess and she didn't see Belle anywhere. She had completely forgotten about her last night, she noted in shame.

Hinata motioned to get up and winced. She was sore, deliciously so, inner thighs sticky with the remains of their passions, and felt once again distressed.

The chamber's door opened quietly and she peered nervously at the tall figure by the entrance.

Sasuke stood there, once again sporting solely those blasted joggers... and she sensed rather than see that he wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Hello", the corners of his mouth rised in a half smile.

"Hi", she replied with a nervous smile of her own.

She saw Belle run inside the room past Sasuke, jumping on the bed wagging her tail, seeking her attention.

"Belle, you need to get down, this is not my bed", she muttered scratching the doggy's ears.

"I'm sorry... she sleeps with me sometimes", Hinata mentioned bashful.

"It's ok, my cat at home does the same", he shrugged and continued, "I made you breakfast".

"Wha..at..." and he stepped away from the doorway only to appear a moment later and walk inside with a tray carrying scrambled eggs, bacon, croissants, butter and jelly, and some cut fruit.

"Probably not as good as your cooking, but should be edible".

Hinata looked at him nonplussed, she couldn't remember the last time someone had made her breakfast.

"Thank you", she muttered softly, "you didn't have to—".

"I figured you needed to replenish your energy...", he didn't finish, but his smirk conveyed everything that was unsaid.

She blushed hotly, and sat up straight, trying to keep the sheets from falling off. Sasuke placed the tray in the bed and Hinata grabbed a piece of toast gingerly, trying to avoid eye contact.

Belle sat curled on the floor carpet, and Hinata wondered briefly why she wasn't jumping all over asking for her morning meal. "She likes it, slept there all night", he mentioned casually.

"She did—? Oh, it's next to the radiator. It must be warm", she mused.

"Your gramps didn't show up today", he mentioned casually.

"He's taking grandma to town today for their annual check ups..."

An awkward silence settled on the room, while Hinata ate some bits of food. She however, felt his stare the entire time.

"I'm so sorry, I'm making this whole thing more uncomfortable than it needs to be..." she said shyly, placing long messy tresses behind her ear.

"Do you regret it...? he whispered, walking closer and sitting next to her on the bed, "Last night?"

Hinata saw his eyes staring intensely at her own, and unable to hold his gaze, she looked down.

"I... don't," she replied truthfully, sighing tiredly. "I just... feel like this is all so fast... I have never done this before–".

"I know", he cut in with a smirk.

She stared at his eyes questioningly, a piece of bacon half way in her mouth. He tilted his head to the side, and Hinata sensed she would never be able to read this person.

"I know it was your first time with a man last night, Hi-na-ta", he declared, emphasizing her name.

Blushing furiously, she spit out some bacon, almost choking.

"Are you ok?"

"Yes", cough, "yes, I just..." he patted her on the back.

"Just...?"

"How did I know? I was suspicious. But then I saw the blood stained sheets this morning", he finished with a grin.

"Blood, on the sheets... oh no", she was chagrined. "These were expensive bedsheets" she pinched her forehead in distress, checking the mattress under.

Sasuke laughed, incredulous, "Is that what worries you?"

"Yes! Everything worries me... everything", she closed her eyes. She was tired. "You must think I'm a weirdo".

"I'm actually very flattered, to be honest. It was quite unexpected. But I like it". He leaned against the headboard casually, folding his arms behind his head.

Hinata peered at him, from the corner of her eyes. He looked... pleased, and a tad bit smug. Hinata had dealt with a lot in her young life, the death of her parents, taking care of a teenage sister, the purchase of an expensive property and the hurdles of starting a business, but she felt out of her depths, she had no idea on how to deal with a man, romantic relationships... or whatever it was that they had going. She never had the time to sit and dwell on such things, she guessed.

"What's bothering you my sweet", and Hinata blushed at his endearment.

"Well, I'm gonna have to figure out how to remove blood from these sheets..." and learn to deal with the fallout of whatever it was that was happening between them.

"I'll get you new ones. I'll get you whatever you want, a new kitchen, a new Chateau if that's what you want".

He sounded serious, but Hinata laughed mirthlessly and shook her head, "You don't need to say that.

"You will go back to your glamorous Parisian life and I—"

"Don't say that," Sasuke interrupted, reaching up to kiss her.

Hinata tensed at first, but almost immediately relaxed after, and leaned into his embrace, wrapping her arms around the strong masculine shoulders.

Sasuke did not hold back, and swiftly moved the tray away from the bed. Hinata squeaked when he grabbed the sheets and moved them swiftly away from her body, and his body descended fervently upon hers, to nestle in between her naked legs.

He arranged her nimble limbs around his torso, lowering his pants just below his hips. Hinata felt his naked sex touch her own, confirming that he indeed was not wearing any underwear.

"Hina... please", he almost begged in a whisper, hand caressing her cheek.

Hinata bit her lips in hesitation but then kissed him softly... was the only response he needed and gently he pressed forward. Hinata felt him prod and ease in lightly. She gasped, as she felt him slide inside her body, little by little.

Hinata let out a breath, feeling that intense fullness once he had fully entered her body, and motioned his hips against hers rhythmically.

Hinata closed her eyes, catching her breath. It had hurt a bit at first but it was starting to feel pleasant. She felt a warmth grow within her body, similar to the time when he had kissed her... down there yesterday. Her belly tightened and throbbed after a while, in that now familiar sensation and let her hips mimic his pace.

"Come for me babe," he rasped, "I want to see you come."

"Sas-Sasuke," she muttered in despair.

Soon, she was moaning and heaving, feeling the hardness inside her body stroke skillfully in areas she didn't even know existed. And she came, crying and whimpering softly his name.

Sasuke came shortly after, in more subdued grunts. After all, sex the night before had already taken some of the pressure off his ardor.

Emotions spent, gasping, sweaty bodies pressed against each other, Hinata held on tightly against his chest, mindless of the heat.

She closed her eyes, and hoped suddenly she wasn't just a passing fancy. She didn't think her heart would be able to bear the pain.

"I'm sorry, I didn't let you finish your breakfast", he muttered softly against her lips, panting slightly.

"It's ok...I do need to go to feed Belle though..."

"I already did", he smiled sideways.

"Oh... but I need to feed my girls", she bit her lip.

"I filled their bowl with seeds this morning.

"I also replenished fuel in the heating system downstairs in the basement".

He gave her a smug look "anything else you need to do this morning princess?"

Hinata laughed, which felt weird, because he was still inside of her.

"No...", she sighed, "But I still need to work on the Wisteria Room".

"Just... stay here with me now, I promise I will help you with the paint or anything else later," he purred in her ear.

"Sasuke...", she let out breathlessly, feeling his manhood thicken and harden inside her.

Sasuke readjusted her legs around his hips, and made love to her again... and again.

Later on, when he finally allowed her to leave the bed, he watched, with a certain degree of satisfaction, Hinata's trembling form walk away unsteady towards the restroom.

. . .

Sasuke never left.

Christmas arrived, with its snow covered trees and meadows that by then had become so familiar in her eyes after all those years living in the valley. Moreover, when they arrived at her grandparents' cottage for Christmas Eve's dinner, and Sasuke presented himself as her boyfriend, she was simply dumbfounded.

She gifted him a simple but elegant sterling silver set of cufflinks and tie clip she had found at a Brocante, plus a set of cards listing his favorite meals for her to cook anytime he wanted. Because, what exactly do you get someone that has everything in life.

He gifted her grandma a Hermes scarf. Grandpa got that night a bottle of the most expensive whisky he had probably ever tasted, and she got an obscenely luxurious Cartier watch, because she 'needed to keep track of the time when she is hosting weddings, a cellphone wasn't polished enough', or so he said.

That night she tried to give it back. Hinata could not accept it, protesting that it was too extravagant, too expensive, too... Sasuke hushed her down with soft kisses, gentle caresses and eventually rough sex atop the ancient oak staircase.

And when New Years arrived, they spent their day in bed, mostly naked, drinking champagne and watching old black and white classical movies.

By January, they had settled on a rather comfortable rhythm. She worked on her projects all morning, while Sasuke managed his cases remotely.

Their idyllic life came to a sudden pause, that first month of the year, when Sasuke had to leave to Paris for an in-person deposition. The man in question was apparently very old school, and since it was a case where millions were involved, Sasuke could not afford to send in an associate, who were usually younger and less experienced.

Hinata understood he was a busy man. She would see him work pretty long hours at a time, all the way into the night. Hinata started to comprehend his sudden need to escape it all. She, however, should have never feared him not coming back, after all, Sasuke departed leaving behind most of his belongings.

"I will be back in two days my love," he kissed her forehead.

"I will miss you", she smiled dejectedly.

"I will miss you too", he caressed her cheek, "I will be back before you know it."

What Hinata would have never expected two days later, was for Sasuke to arrive with friends. She loved having people over, Sasuke on the other hand, was vexed at having to share Hinata's time and place.

"I am sorry Hina, these two idiots wanted to come along", he grunted in annoyance.

She truly didn't mind. The more the merrier and Sasuke's friends were most enjoyable. Sai and her shared a love for painting and Naruto was a riot, always fun and entertaining. "Sasuke you lucky bastard, where do I find a girlfriend like this!" And besides, she loved cooking for people.

. . .

Seven Months Later

Uchiha Hinata leaned softly against the ancient stone balustrade. It was close to eight o'clock that evening, and her ankles were sore and swollen from standing all day.

She tapped gently her planner with her ball pen, while rubbing softly her large and very pregnant belly with the other hand. The compression socks and belly support had proven to be extremely helpful, but after so many hours, she was starting to feel the exhaustion. The bright vintage cut emerald and diamond encrusted wedding ring shined brightly under the Edison bulb garden lights; she didn't wear it often, terrified of losing it, but that night was a special occasion.

Hinata looked at the couple, dancing merrily with each other and she smiled to herself. Uchiha Shisui and Uzumaki Karin made a striking duo. Karin's bright red hair creating a glamorous contrast with the off-white lace dress that fitted nicely her beautiful svelte and lean figure.

Sasuke had thought it was a terrible idea, but she felt they looked so very cute together.

She caught sight of Sasuke behind the bar, at the other end of the orangery, laughing at something his blond friend had said. Who would have ever imagined Sasuke, Naruto and Sai, renowned and accomplished Paris barristers, would enjoy so much bartending at weddings. He looked particularly handsome that night, even with the sleeves rolled up halfway, disheveled black tresses, and partially unbuttoned dress shirt. He was a sight to see, pouring drinks and overall having a really good time. A group of young ladies stood on the side, some of Karin's friends, she figured, giggling at them and Naruto's antics. Hinata was keenly aware of the way women stared at her husband, but she understood, it truly didn't bother her. She laughed softly, she wasn't the jelly type.

She would be due any day now. Already past 36 weeks and twins were notoriously born premature.

It was one thing to be pregnant of Uchiha Sasuke, but to become pregnant of twin boys of Uchiha Sasuke... He had been mystifyingly thrilled. Hinata's cheeks reddened remembering the day his family showed up, unannounced, at the Chateau.

She noticed that snowy February afternoon, a shiny black Bugatti, followed by a dark blue BMW SUV arrive through the graveled grand entrance and park in the pebbled driveway, just as Sasuke was taking her, rather roughly, against the cold window glass of the chamber whose walls she was painting at the time, located in the third floor. Her blushing face and undressed body pressed harshly, as she was held against the windowsill, holding for dear life, while a grunting Sasuke slammed his hips quite severely against her naked rear cheeks.

Sasuke had been rather upset at the interruption. He really enjoyed what he fondly called their "afternoon sex sessions".

His family sat them down in the Chateau's drawing room, thankfully unaware of their prior activities. Uchiha Mikoto had been scandalized at the pregnancy, yet very much delighted simultaneously, much to Hinata's surprise. Amusingly enough, Mikoto's most pressing matters, however, had been: one, when was the wedding; two, when were Itachi and Izumi going to provide some grandchildren. Itachi, who had only come at his mother's insistence, sat quietly with clear annoyance reflected on his face, but made no comment.

Hinata would have laughed that day, if if wasn't for a sense of trepidation and utter intimidation at meeting the Uchiha progenitors. She couldn't help feeling ashamed, assuming his parents would have detested Sasuke's choice of partner, since she didn't come from money or notable peerage.

She was pleasantly surprised to find them both very amenable and kind to her person. Mikoto in particular had been so sweet and gentle, that Hinata almost cried that afternoon, feeling the strong maternal love emanating from the older Uchiha woman.

The months that followed were simply mystifying.

Their wedding had been... well, a bit of a rushed affair, given the circumstances, but one that thankfully, all her close family had been able to attend, including Hanabi and Neji.

Bookings for weddings and stays at the Chateau increased exponentially. She ultimately ended up hiring a couple of full time workers to deal with the increased work load, which freed Hinata to resume her handiwork on several other projects she had planned for the property. And her grandparents got themselves a well deserved holiday, an all paid expenses trip to Monaco, gift of Sasuke's.

Uzumakis and Uchihas, along with other firm associates, started reserving corporate retreats at her Chateau. Let's just say Sasuke wasn't too happy about having to share his girlfriend's time with all of his coworkers, but it seemed to have done wonders for work morale, as she had discovered later on from the mouth of Naruto himself.

Moreover, Hanabi got herself an internship at their firm as well, something that made Hinata specially happy and proud, as it seemed to convey that her sister's career was steering in a good direction. If only she could figure out what was with the peculiar interaction she sensed between Hanabi and Naruto... everything would have been perfect. Had Hinata not known her sister any better, she would have presumed they were having an affair.

Ultimately, Sasuke paid off her remaining mortgage, because "no wife of mine is going to be paying interest to some asshole bank. We get screwed enough with taxes as it is". In an incident that caused their first fight and first makeup sex, since Hinata didn't want to feel like a kept woman, which had been total nonsense in Sasuke's opinion given that he was the one living in her place.

Hinata stretched out her legs, her ankles were really hurting that evening. She wasn't sleeping well lately either, what with sore breasts, evening acid reflux and urinating five times at nighttime interrupting her sleep. A sudden kick in the belly arose her, reminding her the babies within her belly had been increasingly restless as of late.

Hinata left the orangery, walking through the gravel path, bypassing the outside doors to the newly restored Chateau worthy kitchen —Sasuke's wedding present—, seeking a quieter area to rest her body and feet.

Under normal circumstances, Hinata would never leave alone a wedding party, as she had to always be on the lookout for any potential problems. But this time around, she was among family.

Waddling slowly through the Chateau surroundings while holding her large belly, heading towards some benches a bit farther down, Hinata faltered as she heard a a sudden popping noice.

Hinata stood, stunned for a moment, feeling a trickle of liquid roll down from her feminine parts. She leaned against the solid walls of her Chateau, and sighed.

"Babe what's wrong?" Sasuke appeared suddenly out of nowhere.

Hinata looked at him questioningly "where did you just come from?"

"I saw you leave, and I followed you... what's wrong? Do you need me to carry you inside?" He asked again, sounding concerned.

Hinata looked at him adoringly, forgetting herself for a moment.

"Sasuke... I think the babies are coming..."

"What...?"

"My skirt..." and looking down, he saw the darkened wet spot on the silky forest green long skirt.

He smirked, and pecked on the lips.

"About time!" Picking her up in his arms, he carried her inside the building.

. . .

Everyone at the wedding party surrounded the car, just as they were getting ready to depart for the hospital.

Loud congratulations and pats on the back, plus a very loud and drunk Naruto came out yelling something about Sasuke and "thrust game too strong", popping open a champagne bottle and spraying a few of the guests, much to their annoyance, earning him a harsh smack on the head by a pretty older red head –his mother.

Sasuke laughed as his own mother came out from the crowd, hugging them both.

"I will be there later tonight my sweeties".

"Ok mom", he replied kissing her on the cheek.

Sasuke drove off, it was already dark but he knew the way. It was thankfully not terribly far.

"Have I told you today how beautiful you look?" he asked jovially, jerking her from her thoughts.

Hinata's eyes crinkled in a smile, "you did".

"And have I told you today how much I love you?"

Hinata laughed in amusement, "you haven't", she lied.

"Well, I love you", Sasuke stated seriously, eyes kept on the darkened road.

"I love you more", she muttered softly in response, watching him drive, reaching for one of his hands.

Sasuke's eyes left the road momentarily to look at his wife and smiled faintly, "I love you most".


The End.

Author's notes: I really, really, love me some preggo Hinata, what can I say. Thanks everyone who read till the end. I hope my descriptions weren't too boring. Honestly, I feel like this could have potentially been multi-chaptered, so many sub plots and couples that could have been introduced, but I just don't have the time, and more importantly, I'm not that creative.

Started writing again to get my mind off all the crappy shit going on and to stop me from looking at the news. Anyhow, hope everyone is ok.

Y'all be safe.