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IDIOT
by Masked Lover
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Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, not ever, never ever never.
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Chapter 11
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The day was moving at a deafening crawl.
Training had become bothersome.
It was quite often that Kakashi found himself gasping for breath even when he was no where near halfway through his usual training regime. Month five had come abruptly in the form of his ever burgeoning midsection. It made sudden turns into a hassle and normally simple rolls impossible. It wasn't until Kakashi began to feel uncomfortable in his ordinary clothes that he realized that already he had reached the stage of his pregnancy where he would need maternity clothes.
In the meantime, in order to avoid the eventual debacle, Kakashi had been borrowing some of his husband's unflattering clothes...
They were absolutely unfashionable.
He didn't understand how Obito could wear such bad clothes. And he lived with him (for a short period of time) and still there were still mysteries about Obito that even Kakashi could not decipher or rationalize. A preference for mayonnaise? Hopefully one that the child would not adopt. Which made him slightly reconsider having more children with Obito... The heartbreak that would result from losing a child in battle would be unbearable. But being the mother and carrying the child had to have some influence on a child, so hopefully Kakashi's intelligence would pass on. (Another reason to continue training.)
So far Kakashi had not even once been craving sweets (not even those deadly molten, chocolate cakes Obitio also loved), but the former Hatake could not even go four hours without eating a tomato.
Which reminded Kakashi he would need a complete wardrobe make-over for his confused husband. After all, if they were going to have a child together and be a family, Kakashi preferred that Obito would be more hands on with being a good role model in the fashion department...
At least. Kakashi looked at his cloth he was wiping his face with interest. Perhaps the masked boy could make a tailor outfit for himself. It would suit his style more, and it wasn't like he was a stranger to a sewing machine. And if he was, he could master it quickly. (It was called natural talent.) Still he would have to venture out into town, but it would be a lot less embarassing than buying clothes or wearing embarrassing clothes available to the pregnant women of Konoha.
"Maybe I also ask around around the compound and see if anyone has any clothes... It's not like I'll get pregnant twice." Kakashi mused out loud, hand on hip. Talking out loud was starting to become an unfortunate habit, a bit of both pregnancy-induced madness and self-induced seclusion had taken it's toll. It was hard for the expecting Uchiha to just go around and have a meaningful conversation with someone.
Yes, Kakashi was aware that he was married to the most big headed, scatterbrained Uchiha but at least Obito was useful and attentive and wasn't blinded by Kakashi's surreal beauty. And despite Obito being a failure in most aspects, he hoped to god that his husband would pull through and return from the mission alive, because unlike 82 of the adult population Obito had one this going for him (besides his penis) that made him more valuable than any other man in Konoha:
Obito could hold a conversation.
Most men were so enamoured with Kakashi were rendered temporarily immobile and would stutter incoherently or just gaze at him dumbly as if fat cows upon fields of tall grass. Those that didn't make crude and passing gestures of what they would like to do to Kakashi if they could do it, that is.
And sure, there were a lot of attractive men in the Uchiha family. It would also have been a better solution even to have bethrod the Hatake to Itachi as well, but Itachi was a bit too silent for Kakashi's tastes.
Kakashi looked at his well worn jump rope and shook his head at himself for even thinking he could still continue with this farce and comedy act he once called "training." Perhaps it was time to be an adult and lay off the professional Jounin level training he was accustomed to—at least until had given bith. That way, he could carry his infant on his back and continue training. "I hope you take after me."
The pregnant ninja moved quietly to gather his belongings, focusing his mind on the good traits of his husband and how kind Obito had been to send him such loose fitting pants.
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TBC
Authors Note:
This chapter is ridiculously short! ENJOY!
The upside, the next chapter will also be here within reasonable time.
Please continue to kick my ass for later chapters
AND HAVE A MERRY, EPIC CHRISTMAS!