Title: what i've been living for
Summary: Sasuke finds the last ingredient to his eternal happiness.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Prompt: Recipe
Rating: M
Warning(s): Some inexplicit sex. Still enough to be rated M though.
Comments: I have no idea why I didn't think of food for this prompt, like nearly everyone did. Perhaps it's because I was looking at family!SasuSaku fanart when I thought about this prompt? Regardless, ENJOY A SASUSAKU BABY.

There was always something missing.

Amidst all the mind-blowingly beautiful and amazing sex, the always being there for each other, always making each other feel special; amidst all the kissing and smiling and laughing, the fighting and biting and screaming and scratching; amidst all the falling apart and pulling each other back, the make-ups and almost break-ups; amidst the sweetness and the hotness and the anger and the sadness—amidst all of that, there was something missing.

It wasn't to say Sasuke was unhappy with Sakura—he really wasn't. He was incredibly happy. In fact, he was the happiest he had ever been in his life when he was with her. He was never miserable around her, but he would still spend nights thinking about that missing piece.

Most often, this would happen when Sakura fell asleep after a session of some intense lovemaking. He would bury his head in her pink hair, stroke the area above the apex of her thighs, where his hand would be resting, and would think about the possibility of her being pregnant, having spent his seed inside of her only minutes ago. It hadn't been very long since they had decided to abandon the use of protection—they'd made that choice a couple weeks before they got married—but Sasuke knew that this little feelings of emptiness, that nagged at him more often than not these days, did not stem from this recent choice.

Although, he reckoned that it had something to do with it: somehow, not using a condom or any type of contraceptive had filled a little of that void. He couldn't explain why. He couldn't really understand it himself. He could only remember how he felt a little twinge of accomplishment—or something of the sort—that night when they were reaching their peak and she had first pleaded him, "Come inside me! Oh god, oh god, Sasuke-kun please come inside me! Please!"

And when he did, he remembered that release had never felt as good as it did that night.

Then, one day, he understood. Just like that. After two simple little words.

"I'm pregnant."

She was smiling, and there were tears of joy in her eyes. She was so, so happy. Euphoric.

And so was he.

After the initial shock had worn off, Sasuke had stepped towards her with steady strides and placed his hands on her stomach. He'd felt awed and thankful. He'd felt like he was one step closer to being complete.

And suddenly, he understood what had been missing in his life with her: a child. A family.

For the next nine months, the void gradually filled itself. He found himself growing more and more excited when they recorded the progress of her big belly, measuring the growth by tracing it against the wall with a marker. He'd feel his heart jump with joy every time the baby kicked when he felt up her stomach. His heart would flutter with love and awe every time he walked in the room to find Sakura talking or reading to her stomach.

He was getting happier, and the void wasn't so big anymore—but it wasn't quite gone yet.

And then, his son was born: all dark hair and dark eyes, with healthy pink skin and fragile limbs. Ten hours of labor and four hours in the delivery room—that's how long it took to put this little miracle in the world. And he was perfect.

"He looks just like you," Sakura said, a little breathless, yet looking utterly elated despite her exhausted state. There were proud tears at the corner of her eyes. This, combined with the look unconditional love directed at their baby, made him fall in love with her all over again. "I don't see any of me in him."

"He's loud," Sasuke amended, brushing sweaty locks away from her face with surprising tenderness. "That's something he got from you."

Instead of glaring at him or giving him a piece of her mind, she only looked up at him and giggled. "Would you like to hold him, Sasuke-kun?" she asked, smiling brighter.

Sasuke couldn't remember ever feeling this greedy. As soon as the words left her mouth, his hands were reaching out possessively towards the bundle in her arms. His wife actually had to calm him down first, telling him he was going to hurt Itachi if he wasn't careful enough. The moment he heard the name fall from her lips, he froze. Sakura was immediately concerned by this reaction, but before she had the time to worry about it, Sasuke planted a deep, thankful kiss on her forehead.

She had smiled and let the proud tears fall from her eyes, a wet laugh escaping her when he reached for his son again, cautiously this time.

"Itachi," he murmured to the child, looking down at him with such love that it was the final straw for Sakura. She broke down into happy sobs, earning her Sasuke's full attention again, but it was evident that she wasn't trying to gain it. She tried to apologize and tell him she didn't want to ruin the moment, but Sasuke kissed her and murmured words of gratitude and forever back to her. He shifted Itachi in one arm and made sure that he was safely tucked there before sitting on his wife's hospital bed and pulling her close with his free arm.

And sitting there, with Sakura in one arm and their baby in the other: he finally felt complete.

(Being Sakura was great. Amazing.

But having a family with her… that was the perfect recipe for pure, unadulterated happiness. )

A/N: And I'm back! A little messy because I wrote this late at night, sorry. But it came out alright, I suppose. Sorry if it also seems quick-paced but I couldn't find a way to make it seem, er, slower-paced. I hope it's fine, though?

Updates should be regular again, though I need to catch up a little bit on the prompts, but I figure I'll be back on track in two days, maybe even just one. I'm leaning more towards two.

See you tomorrow!

DeepPoeticGirl