A/N: Here's the next chapter! Enjoy some Sasuke and Naruto shenanigans.

Also, a clarification: THIS IS A BORUSARA FIC. In the beginning chapters, there's emphasis on how the families would react to Sarada getting pregnant, and the reason I didn't tag it with family is because they're only gonna serve cameos compared to the shenanigans Neo Team 7 is going to get into. This isn't AO3. I can't tag all of the ships and tropes that will be in here, and I'm working with what I've got.

Next one should have more BoruSara content and less family content. Don't worry, keep calm.


Three weeks went past in a flash for the Uchiha and Uzumaki houses.

Sarada had started getting cramps and nausea in the evenings now, and she often groaned about how much her breasts hurt. It was normal, of course, but it didn't make it any better to go through. Apparently, she and Boruto had talked out their feelings once they both found out, and they had decided to try and do it together. (If not for their romantic inclinations, at least Sasuke would be less willing to murder his student if said student was dating his daughter. The man wasn't heartless; he knew firsthand how explosive both Sakura's and Sarada's tempers could be.) That, and Sarada cried when he gave an impassioned speech about "not repeating our fathers' mistakes" and "actually giving the kid a dad" and blah blah blah, in a distinctly-Naruto way (this fact was not lost on the Nanadaime-idolizer). They fought, kissed, made up. It was a beautiful moment that had been unfortunately ruined by Mitsuki innocently asking if he could expect to be the godparent or the uncle.

Sarada anxiously counted down the days until her mother said that her father would return. She was scared for how he would react, but also eager to finally get it off her chest. Her mother had taken care not to reveal anything in her communication with Sasuke, and he'd told her that he would be home early in the morning.

Early first thing in the morning, at least.

So the day arrived; Sakura and Sarada got ready to wait for him by the gate to greet him as per usual (well, for Sakura at least). Sarada fidgeted with her jacket as they stood by in the warm morning air. The trees were full and the air was sweetly fragranced with flowers.

Sakura waited patiently, a smile on her face as she sat down on the bench. "This place holds a lot of memories for your father and I, Sarada."

"So you've told me." The girl nodded. "Isn't this where he left you when he defected?"

The smile flickered a little, but the pink-haired woman hummed in reply. "But it's also where we first kissed, when he was finally back in the village for a time. We ended our first date on this bench. And... it's where I always greet him."

Sarada looked up at her mother. The memories had caused her face to warm, and the soft look she gave the ground made her heart melt.

"You really... love Papa, don't you?" She asked quietly.

"I do," Sakura replied, hugging her daughter close. "And I know that no matter how long we're apart, he will come home. We are all connected."

She gave her daughter a pointed look. "And he loves you just as much. You'll always be his prized daughter. Nothing will ever change that."

"... Even dating his student?" Sarada gave a weak grin.

"Even dating his student," Sakura confirmed with a good-natured chuckle. "You'll always be his little girl, though. I suspect he'll at least want to spar with him once he finds out. He'd probably call it 'testing his worth', but we all know what he really means."

"What about Uncle Naruto?" She asked.

"He'll be the first to get his ass kicked, but that's just how they are." She was so nonchalant about Sasuke beating Naruto's ass that her daughter had to do a double-take.

A bead of sweat trickled down her brow, and she laughed nervously. "I see..."

Suddenly, Sakura looked up, eyes brightening. "It's him! Sasuke's home!"

The two of them watched as he approached the gates. Once he was in, he nodded a greeting to the two guards (How Izumo and Kotetsu still worked that job some twenty years later, neither had a clue) before finally coming to his family with soft eyes and a barely-there smile.

"I'm home," he said, his voice making Sakura practically melt against him as he drew closer.

"Welcome home," she chirped, squeezing his right arm before walking with him and Sarada. "I made breakfast before we left, but I can heat something up for you if you'd like."

He simply smiled before Sarada leaned in to hug him beneath the cloak.

"Papa," she began, trying to reign in her anxiety, "I have something really important to tell you when we get home."

He frowned, gazing down at his daughter with scrutinizing eyes. For a few moments, he looked her over before she rose her hands in defense.

"I'm not hurt or anything!" She squeaked. "R- right, Mama?"

"Of course she's not," Sakura agreed smoothly with a grin and a nudge. "You don't think I'd let my daughter get hurt, do you?"

"Of course not." He conceded with a subtle nod. "You can tell me over breakfast."

"Okay." She agreed. Then, to herself, quieter, "Okay."

With a confused look at his wife, Sasuke dreaded the news he was about to receive. Sakura just shook her head, smiling sweetly up at him.


As soon as he'd had a shower, a change of clothes, and had settled down for breakfast, Sarada sat opposite him, fidgeting under the table.

Sasuke rose an eyebrow at his girl. "Are you well?"

"Yes?" She answered quickly. "I mean no, I- I mean, yes. I'm okay."

"Do you want me to help the confession along?" Sakura called from over the stove.

"No, I got this." Sarada reassured. She clenched her fist, muttering a "Shannaro" under her breath. "Okay. Well, um, Papa, please don't be angry with me-"

"Have you defaced Hokage mountain?" He interrupted dully.

"Uh..." Caught off-guard, she could only blink dumbly at him. "... no?"

"Terrorized Iruka with toads?"

"No!"

With a split-second glance to the kitchen, "Convinced Naruto that the only cure for pneumonia is to stop eating ramen?"

"Oh come on, that was one time!" Sakura's indignant cry made the two of them chuckle. "In my defense, he was as drunk as Tsunade used to get! One does not simply let that opportunity slip on by."

With a smirk, "Bet on who would get drunk quicker, loser has to swear off Ichiraku's or hospital work for a week?"

"... Okay, two times!" Sakura heaved a dramatic sigh as she brought out a tray of food. She sent a wounded look to her husband, sitting next to him with a huff. "Don't think I don't remember the time when you first came back - remember, Kakashi-sensei won that bet and used his powers as Rokudaime to close the ramen stand for two weeks, and Teuchi-san and Ayame-san got fully paid-time-off?"

"Aa, I remember." His eyes gleamed mischievously at her and she giggled nervously. "As I recall, you were wearing a new shirt that night."

"Anyways!" Sarada chimed in, bringing his attention back to her. "I haven't done any of that, but please don't get mad at me anyway."

Sasuke nodded. "What have you done?"

Sarada's face turned pink, and Sakura couldn't hold in the giggling that welled up in her chest.

"M- Mama!" The girl hissed, mortified.

"Oh come now, honey, what haven't you done?" She amusedly kissed her daughter's cheek and took Sasuke's hand.

"What is she talking about," Sasuke deadpanned.

"Papa, I'm dating Boruto," she said quickly, clenching her eyes shut.

One second passed. Two. Three.

At the sound of a cup being set back on the table she cracked an eye open, only to see her father sitting there with a blank countenance.

"Papa?" She called tentatively.

"Boruto." He flatly replied. "As in, the idiot's son, Boruto. Who is currently training under me, Boruto. That Boruto."

"I don't know any other chuunin with the name Boruto, Papa," Sarada rose an eyebrow unamusedly.

He took in a breath, and after a moment, released it. "Okay. Okay, this isn't terrible news. I'm sensing a 'but' coming-"

"- but I'm also pregnant," She relented.

For a few seconds, it seemed like it didn't register. Sasuke took another swig of water nonchalantly. Then his eyes widened and he very nearly did a spit-take, swallowing and beginning a coughing fit, hunching close to the table. If it had been anyone else, it would've been quite comical. Actually, since it was Uchiha Sasuke, one of the saviors of the world and one of the most powerful shinobi alive in the Elemental Nations, a man who was known far and wide for his cool, collected demeanor, it was hilarious.

"Anata?!" Sakura panicked, firmly patting his back as he hacked.

"Papa?!" Sarada exclaimed worriedly, standing from the table.

He held up a hand, trying to calm his fit. After a minute or so, he was breathing more evenly, and his hair covered his eyes.

"Are you alright?" Sakura soothed, running a hand along his back.

He abruptly stood, startling both women. He looked at Sarada, Sharingan a blazing red - and after a moment, his eyes widened and he looked away.

"Sakura," he began, his voice disturbingly relaxed, "Would you send a message to the idiot for me?"

"E- eh?!" She squeaked, raising her hands in defense. "Anata, let's not do anything rash-"

"I just remembered that I was to have a meeting with Naruto once I returned," he interrupted, looking over at her with a flat stare. "And besides, I'd rather he anticipate the ass-kicking he's about to receive. It makes more a more satisfying match that way."

Gulping, she nodded rapidly and raced away.

"Papa," Sarada quietly said.

A hand on her head made her look up into her father's fond eyes.

A hint of a smile graced his mouth as he beheld his only daughter. "They will be strong. They take after you, after all."

Then, just as quickly as his hand appeared, he disappeared from the room, leaving a tray of food and a bewildered Sarada.

"... Eh?"

She walked into the hallway, finding her mother and father standing there, her father in his cloak and with his katana at his side. He was worryingly calm, even as he tapped her mother's forehead as a goodbye. As soon as the door shut, Sakura turned to her with a tight smile.

"Make sure you say extra prayers for Nanadaime-sama today, Sarada," she said as she passed. "I'll probably take another shift at the hospital this afternoon; the poor bastard is gonna need me to patch him up once Sasuke's done with him."

As she turned to watch her mother put away the food, an uneasy shiver went through her body.

The last time Mama had told her to say extra prayers for the Nanadaime, it was that one incident where Boruto and Mitsuki were staying over for a sleepover to celebrate the teenagers making chuunin. Mitsuki had accidentally tripped Boruto, and he landed smack-dab onto Sarada, thus stealing her first kiss. And Papa had seen the whole thing. The next morning hadn't been pretty when she visited him in the hospital with apology flowers.

Another shiver, and she shook her head solemnly. "Kami-sama be with him," she thought as she made her way to her bedroom.


Sure enough, later that afternoon when Sarada visited the hospital with some flowers for the Hokage, her mother was there, checking up on him.

He looked pretty beaten - Sasuke clearly had gone all-out, and if the way her mother's face pinched up was any indication, it was in a matter almost as serious as the spats they used to get into when they were Sarada's age. He was wrapped in bandages and she could detect a faint lightning burn on the side of his bad shoulder. His face was black and blue, and he had a puffy lower lip.

Pretty horrific, but it wasn't the worst her father had done. He'd exploded a rogue-nin that tried to sabotage her fifteenth birthday once. That took a long time to clean up... and there had been a lot of horrified genin at the party to calm down.

"Oh, hey Sarada!" Naruto greeted, grinning the best he could despite his injuries. "Man, your dad does not pull his punches - he did a number this time!"

"And neither do I," Sakura firmly said, poking his bandaged arm with the tip of her pen and ignoring his weak yelp of pain. "I'll be having a talk with both of you once you're healed up properly."

"Yeah, yeah, Sakura-chan," Naruto waved it off. "Oh, and congrats! I wish I found out in a way that wasn't getting a Chidori shoved up my-" A hacking cough interrupted him here, "but I wanted to tell you before I forgot."

"O- oh, right." She mumbled, covering her abdomen with her free arm. "These are for you, from Aunt Ino."

"They're great," the blond man nodded as she placed them on his bedside table. "I'll have to get Hinata to tell me what they mean when she visits - hey, where's the bastard at?"

"He's recovering in another room," Sakura replied with a heavy sigh. "Neither Shizune nor I trusted either of you in the same room together after the state of the training grounds."

He winced when she poked him again. "That bad, huh?"

"Yamato-taichou nearly went into cardiac arrest," she scolded. "The next time you wanna beat the crap out of each other, take it outside of Konoha, would you?"

He chuckled weakly. "Sorry, sorry."

Sakura gave her daughter an exasperated look, but it melted away a moment later as she pecked her on the cheek and left the room.

"She's probably gonna go yell at him now," Naruto laughed for a moment before grimacing in pain. "Ah, it hurts to laugh."

"I'm sorry," Sarada said, sitting beside him.

"Eh? What for?" The Hokage blinked. "Your dad's always been like this. Then again, I'm no better. I'd be surprised if he didn't react like that, to be honest."

"I should've told you before," she admitted. "No, Boruto and I should've told you before. But Aunt Hinata and Mama wanted to keep it secret until Dad came home, so..."

The man nodded sagely. "Yeah... if he realized that I knew before he did, he would've tried harder. Probably would've pulled out Sage mode in the first two minutes instead of in the first ten!"

She said nothing in reply to the joke, just watching the beeping monitor next to the bed with a red-hot face.

"Don't feel so bad about it, Sarada," Naruto said, patting her back with his good hand. "We're still friends at the end of the day. Sometimes you just gotta beat the crap out of your best friend! I'm sure you and Boruto have had those moments sometimes, right?"

"Um... no." She blinked. "We've literally never done that." "Also, he's not my best friend," she thought in addendum, but she kept this fact to herself.

"Huh." He relaxed back into the pillow with a thoughtful look. "Guess I keep forgetting that not everyone works like that. Really, it's been so long that it just seems natural now. I don't think I'd ever get used to him not calling me 'idiot' or 'loser'. I certainly wouldn't be able to get used to not calling him 'bastard'. It's purely good-natured now, so if it means we have to get out some steam by sparring seriously like that, then I guess that's just compulsory."

There was a pause between them.

Sarada wrinkled her nose. "Nanadaime-sama... no offense, but have either you or Papa considered therapy?"

Naruto snorted, coughing into his hand, mumbling under his breath, "If anything, I think Sakura-chan's the best therapist for him..."

"Huh?"

"Nothing, nothing," he waved it off with a disarming grin. "Say, you doing alright? No weird things happening to you? Nothing befitting a shonen anime protagonist?"

The girl shook her head. "No, not really. I mean, there was that earthquake a month ago, and one of our C-rank missions abruptly turned into a B-rank, but..."

"Oh hey, I had one of those once." Naruto nodded sagely. "Definitely a shonen protagonist, then. Er, maybe shoujo, considering...?"

Sarada took a moment to stare at him in astonishment. "Nanadaime-sama, did Papa give you brain damage?"

Naruto laughed boisterously once more. "I have absolutely no idea at this point!"


"Honestly, Sasuke-kun, you've gotta go easy on him!" Sakura huffed, folding her arms across her chest with a stern glare. "One of these days one of you is going to go too hard, and where will that leave your poor wife?" And as an afterthought, "And I'm fairly sure that if you sent Naruto into the ICU, Hinata would be the first to castrate you herself, and I can assure you if that happens I'm not reattaching them!"

Sasuke pouted at her, and she shook her head vigorously. "Oh no, that's not gonna work on me this time!"

He reached out for her with his good arm. "Tsuma," he beseeched with a soft look.

Her cheeks puffed up. "No, Sasuke-kun, I'm trying to be mad at you!"

To her credit, she lasted all of thirty seconds before she finally melted. She sighed heavily and reached out to hug him gently, mindful of the bandages and wires. "Mou, it's really unfair when you pull that face, Anata."

He simply smiled and buried his nose into her neck.

She closed her eyes and sighed happily, running her fingers through his hair. "What am I going to do with you?"

A rumbling chuckle through his chest made her pull back a bit, enough to see a mischievous look in his eye and a teasing smile pulling at his lips. "I have several ideas," he replied.

"Not here, Anata," she giggled as he buried his face in her chest. "At least wait until you're healed up. How long are you back for now?"

He paused, thinking about it. "... Another month at most. Two weeks at least."

"... Oh."

He nuzzled into her again, making her chortle. "Don't think about that right now. Think about something else."

"Oh?" She teased with a grin as she rose her leg to rest on the bed on the other side of his thigh. "And what, pray tell, should I be thinking about instead of that right now?"

He tucked her bangs behind her ear to get in close and whisper, "Me."

"Should you really be propositioning me in a public hospital, Anata?" She mock-gasped, the mattress dipping beneath her weight as she rose her other leg to kneel on him. "You're technically my patient, you know. I could be fired for this."

"The patient requires some private care," he replied airily, guiding her to sit on his knees. At the pressure, he winced instead as his injuries made their presence known. "... ow."

"Yeah, no, I'm not gonna do this while you're recovering, it's turning me off," she sighed, shaking her head as she got off of the bed. "Sorry, Sasuke-kun, but you're gonna have to wait until you get discharged. This just feels wrong. It's so not sexy."

He pouted.

"It's only about three days," she placated with a playful roll of her eyes and a laugh. "If it makes you feel better, you really did a number on Naruto?"

"... only slightly."

Sarada peeked into the room, slightly disturbed at that last statement. "You two really do need therapy," she muttered in astonishment.


A/N: Please tell me what you thought! See you next chapter!