Just an idea I had when I was thinking about how Sakura got pregnant in A Plan in Motion and I just figured that I couldn't let her never know about the switching pill trickery. So... This popped up.

No one paid much mind to the elderly woman as she made her way down a familiar street, their gazes passing over her in the way gazes do when they don't want to bother with something uninteresting. Some shop owners waved to her as she passed by but she merely nodded her head to them, passing up on the conversation that such a simple greeting would have led to in favor of continuing on to her destination.

Some questioned it -after all, she was never so rude usually- until one of them noticed the bag in her hands and remembered the date, and then the whispers flew quickly from stall to stall.

The woman ignored them as she quietly walked the path to the cemetery.

Once there she made her way over to a familiar grave and was pleased to find that she had gotten there before anyone else. She knelt down to the ground slowly, her thin and weathered hands going to work on the weeds that grew out of the ground, tossing them aside along with the little bits of litter she found. Once done with that she shook out her hands, cursing the arthritis that was sure to feel worse in a few years time, but for now they were well enough to go on with the rest of her annual ritual.

Out of the bag she carried with her she pulled out a thin branch, laying it across the bottom of the headstone as her lips twitched. Not many would understand it but there were those who recognized the symbolism and who would find the slight bit of humor in the fact that after years of staying hidden in the trees and disappearing in a swirl of leaves he could still remain as such.

And after all, Kakashi had never really been one for flowers.

Sakura, her steel gray hair pulled back in a bun, her spine slumping slightly from the weight of the years and her skin wrinkled and aged, bent her head for the slightest bit in a moment of silence and then she shook off the melancholy mood and sat back, smiling softly and tucking a strand of hair that got tugged by the wind behind her ear.

"Well, another year, huh? God... Well, Jiro is doing great at the hospital and with the medic-nin training program. Do you know that he's finally got it so that every student at the academy goes through basic medic training before they graduate? It's a great idea and I'm surprised no one thought of it before him. Though," She chuckled, "I suppose that you're don't really care all too terribly about all of that. But the kids are great. It's kind of funny to watch them struggle with their own kids, and when they complain I can shove it in their faces how bad they were. But they're great kids, they really are."

"Cora is so... lazy. God, sometimes I think that you must have written down all of those terrible excuses of yours somewhere and then she found it. The other day she actually had the nerve to be three hours late to a meeting and then excuse herself by saying that it was because she got caught up drying every individual strand of her hair and then lost track of time." She laughed deeply, just like she had when she had first heard about it. "And Aki... that girl is incredible. She's trying as hard as she can to get your chidori down and she's nearly got it, though she did end up accidentally blowing a hole in her wall. Her mother, good God, I though she was going to destroy her, especially since she knew better than to practice inside. And did you know that Tohru wants to be a lawyer? She told me herself. Can you believe that? She's looking into schools and everything. And Hiro..." She smiled softly. "He has your smile. He'll be breaking hearts right and left if we don't get him a mask."

She chuckled again, her laughter leading off and ending with a sigh.

"I miss you." She murmured, lightly brushing her fingers over the engraving of his name.

"Hey," She said, shaking off the sad mood again, wry amusement filling her tone now. "You know what I found when I was going through some boxes? Your old collection of Icha Icha." She chuckled again as she pulled out the book, fancying that the sudden increase in the wind might have been Kakashi's spirit listening to her.

"Yeah, I figured that would get you excited, you old pervert. Well, you'll never guess what happened when I started flipping through. I'm just going along, just reminiscing, and then a paper falls out. A letter you wrote to me, apparently." She glared at the slab of stone before her. "And what the hell did you think you were doing putting something like that in your porn books, huh?" She slipped the letter out from under the cover of the book and looked down at the final message her husband had left her and then hidden.

"What kind of letter is this anyway? I mean, 'Yo, Sakura, I figured that if you found this in here your either poking through my stuff because you're bored or because I'm dead. If it's the first one, I'm going to be pretty annoyed but if it's the second then I guess I'll still be annoyed because it means I'm dead.'" She snorted. "Who starts a letter out this way? Especially when it's for your beloved wife after you died?"

"Oh, and I really liked all of the confessions. Especially the one where you switched out my birth control to purposely get me pregnant because you were tired of me being afraid of a serious commitment with you." Her glare got hotter and her tone got darker as she pinned the headstone down with a piercing look as if it were the flesh and blood man.

"Oh, that just got me pleased as punch. I mean, what the hell Kakashi? What was going through your mind at that time to think 'Oh, the only solution to this is to obviously and purposely get my lover pregnant and not tell her that I took the choice away'?! Didn't you think that maybe, just maybe, I wanted to have a choice in that? Didn't you think about how badly that would have screwed up our lives? And it did! I wasn't ready to be a Mom and I knew that, which is why we never talked about any of that stuff before! I wasn't ready and you just forced me into it all!" She was shouting now, the passerbys edging carefully around her as they eyed her like the senile old woman they believed her to be. And then she slumped, closing her eyes and rubbing at the throbbing that lay directly in the center of her forehead.

And she sighed, her whole body relaxing as the anger flowed out of her as if someone had turned a tap. She smiled just the littlest bit, keeping her eyes closed as she thought back, remembering everything.

"But it was great, wasn't it? And you were ready, you really were, and with you beside me I guess I caught up pretty quickly. God, you made me so happy and in the end I was actually relieved that it happened like that because we both know that I would never have been ready without that push. And the way it all happened, the way everything turned out in the end, just showed me that I loved you so much more than I had thought possible." She smiled warmly at the headstone.

"You bastard." She murmured, looking down at the old and slightly crinkled photo she held in her hands. It was the only photo of Kakashi unmasked that existed, and the only reason it did was because she had had to do some major bribing for it to happen. He was glaring at the camera grumpily, arms crossed over his chest as he looked sternly into the lens, obviously unhappy that the picture was even happening. But there was the slightest of smiles ghosting around his mouth on his smoothly handsome and astonishingly young face. She loved that face.

For years after she had taken it he had tried to steal it and dispose of it but she had guarded the thing with such a ferocity that he had eventually just let her keep it, warning her that she had to keep it to herself on the threat of death or worse. And she had kept that promise, selfishly not even showing it to the kids, desperate to keep this one piece of him solely hers for as long as she could.

Bringing her secret treasure up to her lips she pressed a kiss to the once glossy surface, closing her eyes against the waves of grief and sorrow and pain, breathing past it all as she reminded herself that she was no where near the crybaby she had been in her younger years. She had children and grandchildren, and then maybe someday soon great-grandchildren.

She had a few years before she left to meet up Kakashi again to beat the hell out of him for leaving her too soon, so she knew she wouldn't spend those years bitterly crying for someone who would scorn her for doing so. No, she'd live and get enough stories to amuse him to no end when they met up again and to show him that she had lived a full and happy life.

Standing up on legs that weren't as strong as they used to be Sakura sat her hand on top of the cold stone that only said the name of her husband and a simple 'We love you', letting her hand linger until it had warmed to her touch and then she turned and walked back down the path she had come from.

Okay, let's all remember that Kakashi is fourteen years older than Sakura, and I would say that she's in her seventies here. And no, I'm not telling you which grandkid belong to which parent because I'm never going into the grandkids or anything like that (truthfully I just made them all up for this story).

And I said that Kakashi would take the switching pill thing to his grave, and so he did! (Bad joke! Bad LadyArinn!)

And to everyone who gave me such lovely comments about the last three chapters, Thank you! If I could, I'd make you five doughnuts twisted together like the Olympic rings in their respective colors and then give them to you for free (a woman at Dunkin' Doughnuts Actually did this)

I love you all!