Better
By Mokora
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I tell him the baby is kicking, just a little. He gets this sad smile like he usually does when I mention him. The doctor says it will be a boy, and I've never been so excited.
Sasuke murmurs something about the baby being curious like I am. I laugh and say I hope he has jet black eyes like his father, and pink hair like mine. He says he hopes he doesn't look that foolish.
I brush the strings of hair out of my hero's face as he rests his chin on his palm. He looks exhausted from work. I gently run my nails along his jawline. He closes his eyes.
I say how pleased I am to be dizzy all day, with weird cravings at night. He says I'm brave.
Finally, I tell him I hope our son is more like him than I. That way, he'll never have to look for love. It will always find him.
He looks into my eyes for a moment and I get those annoying butterflies.
I hope he's better than that, he says. I hope he understands how much he needs it.
And with that, I can't help but clumsily lean across the little table and kiss him like I did on our wedding day.