Hinata stood in the kitchen wearing no makeup today, she was cooking breakfast and wearing black shorts and a long black night shirt Gaara had given to her as some birthday gift. She was stirring rice and sweet corn in a pot, a can of mixed vegetables on the counter and ground beef simmered in the pan beside her.

The aroma filled the kitchen quickly, making stomachs growl from upstairs that she knew would wake up the brains next. The first one down was Gaara of course, red boxers thrown on in a hurry to look halfway descent. His hair was wet from a cold shower.

He always took one before he would let anyone but Hinata see him, and as se came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist his lips met her neck. "Morning, you alright?" he asked as he trailed kissed on her skin, his voice soft and whisper like.

"I'm fine, Gaara, I'm standing aren't I?" he chuckled against her neck.

"Yea, but with all you did last night..." he pulled her into his chest. "... I'm very surprised you can even move." she giggled in his arms and put her plastic stirring spoon down.

She turned and kissed him meekly with a smile. "I'm sore." she said softly, blushing as she looked down. He smiled and then kissed her back.

"I'm not surprised. That's why I asked if you were ok." he admired her more than ever every moment as he lifted her face. From being naked and dripping in his and her sweat to clothed and still able to stand upright, he thought she was perfect.

"What are you cooking, smells nice." he said gently as she smiled.

"Just a family recipe I dug up from my books." she looked back, checking the pots as he smiled and kissed her nose.

Temari came bounding down the stairs, squealing inaudible words. "Temari what the hell?" Gaara asked as he pressed a hand to his ear, a migraine was on its way. She giggled and shoved the phone into his hands and whispered something to Hinata.

Gaara had a sudden vision he wished more than anything would be real.

"Is there a specific reason we have to buy Sakura baby toys, why couldn't Temari and Hinata take care of this by themselves." Kankuro complained.

"It was either this or no dinner for a week because neither of us can cook." Gaara grumbled.

"Your girlfriend's a bitch...." Kankuro growled.

"Shut up and help me pick something out..." Gaara said in monotone as he crossed he arms. Kankuro rolled his eyes and looked up.

"Oh hey, Gaara, isn't that Hinata's sister?" Kankuro asked, pointing to baby dressing rack.

"No." Gaara said as he turned around, an evil smirk placed itself on his lips. "That's her cousin, Neji. The one who got to Tenten before you." Gaara said as Kankuro chocked on his soda.

"That chicks a guy who stole MY girl!" Gaara laughed and nodded.

"I get to kick his ass first." Gaara said as he walked over toward Neji.

"Hey, Nenji!" Gaara said in an evil voice.

"It's Neji." the long haired teen said in an agitated voice as he turned, crossing his arms with a sigh. "Well if it isn't Gaada."

"Gaara." he corrected simply.

"Whatever, what do you want? You here with your slut, she finally get a stable pregnancy?" Gaara held his coo even through the comment.

"Why don't you come with me for a moment, I need to speak to you..." Neji rolled his eyes and followed Gaara out, leaving Kankuro with a smirk and paycheck to dish out. Outside and behind the mall, Gaara held Neji pinned against the wall, his fist repeatedly slamming into his jaw and chest.

"If. You. Ever!" Gaara slammed his knee into Neji's stomach as hard as he could. "Even. Try. And. Touch. Her. Again!" Gaara repeated his fists and gave Neji a good black eye.

He let him go and watched him slump to the ground. "Your girlfriend won't be the only thing you have to worry about." Kankuro walked up beside him as Neji tried spitting blood at him.

"Easy now, Gaara, leave some for me." he said slyly.

"Gaara! Wake up!" Hinata screamed in his ear as he held the phone at his chin, broken from his dream.

"What?" he asked her.

"We gotta go shopping, I know just what to get Sakura-chan and Lee-kun." she giggled and grabbed his hand. "Come on, we need to get dressed." the food was on the table, steam still rising out of it, and in such a hurry Gaara dropped the phone and was jerked from his spot.

"Hyuga!" he growled angrily.

"Oh fuck off Gaara. You need to get dressed! I'm not letting anyone see those muscles." she purred as she turned around and ran her hands along his chest. He rolled his eyes and kissed her hand.

"You're a pain in the ass."

"Oh, but you love my ass. You said so yourself."

"You suck."

"You swallow."

"I hope you choke on come."

"I hope you swallow your own tongue trying to fuck with me."

"Pussy eater."

"Cock sucker."

"Whore."

"Bitch!"

"Your bitch." Gaara said. wrapping his arms around her as she smiled and kissed him gently.

"Oh I love you, you moron." she whispered.

"I know Hyuga... I know." he said back softly as he led her upstairs.