Title: let me explain
Summary: This isn't how Sakura wanted this to happen.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Prompt: one night stand and falling pregnant au
Rating: K+
A/N: I'm fond of this one. I might make another drabble following this AU.

She hadn't meant to avoid him the way that she had for the past three months, but Sakura didn't know what to do. She knew Sasuke suspected something was up, that he probably questioned himself whether he did something wrong—and she felt bad about that, terribly. But what was she supposed to say? I'm sorry I've been avoiding you so obviously these past few months, and I know you've noticed and are confused because we've basically spent these last four years of college hanging out every day, but I just found out you got me pregnant from that night we both refuse to talk about and I'm not sure how to handle that because I've been in love with you all this time but this isn't how I wanted it all to happen? She didn't think so.

But she couldn't keep hiding from him any longer. It wasn't fair to him.

Taking a deep breath, Sakura took her courage in hand and knocked softly at his apartment door, biting into her lip nervously. But to her surprise, it wasn't Sasuke who answered the door.

"Oh," an all too familiar voice said, warm and gentle in that way that was only ever unique to him. "Hello, Sakura."

Her mouth went dry. Oh no, her mind whispered, eyes widening. Of all the days for Sasuke's older brother to visit—it was just her luck. "I-Itachi-san? W-What are you doing here?"

Itachi smiled kindly, dark eyes crinkling. "Why, visiting my little brother of course. He's been sounding rather lonely in the past few phonecalls, and I couldn't let him wallow in his misery like that. You know how he can get when he feels dejected, right, Sakura?"

The knowing look he gave her then made her swallow tightly, guilt weighing heavy on her conscience. Compassionate and understanding as Itachi always was, he still clearly held a little judgement for her evasive behavior. She wondered if maybe it was because it had hurt Sasuke more deeply than she'd thought. She bit at her cheek for that, heart twisting.

As she opened her mouth to say something, though, Sasuke's voice cut into the room, "Will you stop flirting with campus girls already? You're not even single anymore." She could hear him getting nearer and nearer, rocketing her nerves with the urge to flee, until she finally saw his form emerge from the adjacent room. "On top of that, you're gonna let them all think you live here and I don't want to have to deal with a bunch of—"

Their eyes met, and Sakura caught her breath, fingers grasping tensely at her clothes as he suddenly stopped talking. He seemed genuinely surprised to see her at his door.

"…Sakura," he acknowledged after a moment, frowning. "Why are you here?"

The question hit her a bit more sharply than she would have cared to admit, but luckily, she wasn't the only one of the same mind.

"Well that's rather rude of you, don't you think, little brother?" Itachi said, propping a hand to his hip. "She obviously came here to apologize for something. Right, Sakura?""

She felt her cheeks flush at this, mouth parting. "Uh… well—I mean, there's a little more to it than that, and, um—" She paused, and bit her lip again. "Sasuke-kun, can we talk? You know, um… privately?"

Warily, slowly, Sasuke nodded, brows furrowing all the more. "My room," he said, before making some kind of vague gesture to Itachi, as if telling him to wait. The latter merely nodded his accord, disappearing into another room.

Relief rushing through her, Sakura let out a breath she wasn't aware she was holding, and meekly followed him inside.

.

.

"How have you been?" she asked, when they'd settled quietly on the edge of his bed, the stillness too tense to bear.

"Fine," he replied, gaze fixed to the wall ever-so-guardedly. "You?"

"I've been… pretty occupied."

"Is that why you haven't talked to me in the past three months? Cause' you've been busy?"

There was discernible anger to his tone, now, laced with a more subtle hurt, but Sakura couldn't find it in herself to blame him.

"No—It's not—" She mulled her lips, and clammed up then, unsure of what to say. There wasn't really any proper way to explain it, was there? Fidgeting uncomfortably, Sakura decided maybe bluntly coming out with it was her best shot.

"…Sasuke-kun, I'm pregnant."

She just about immediately regretted it when Sasuke turned so fast he nearly fell and gave himself whiplash, sputtering, "You'r–what!"

Maybe she should have tried to ease in instead, she mused, swallowing tight.

("…I—okay, now I get it," he muttered, restlessly running his hand through his hair. "I thought we—Fuck.")