pairing: sasusaku
prompt: the "I want your babies" scene

"Sorry you had to sit through that," Sakura apologized as she and Sasuke left her sister's house.

Sasuke only learned quite recently that Sakura had an older sister who was married and had two kids. He had come to pick Sakura up from her shift at the hospital when she told him that she was going to visit her sister's family and that he was welcome to join her, which he did. In the two hours they spent there with Sakura talking to her sister, who was cradling her month old daughter, Sasuke was stuck with the three-year-old boy who thought it was fun to throw blocks at him.

"It's fine," Sasuke replied. "Your sister is a nice woman. Where is her husband?"

"Uh, I think he's on a mission. Yeah, probably," Sakura answered, thinking over her answer for a moment. "But my sister is a civilian. She used to manage our grandmother's teahouse but at the moment, she's just going to stay home with kids for a bit. I think she wants to spend time with them before going back to work. For about a year, I think."

"Your nephew may be a handful for her," he told her, rubbing the spot on his forearm where the boy had hit him. "Considering the new baby."

Sakura laughed. "He is quite troublesome, isn't he?" She smiled and linked her arm through his as they continued walking to the Uchiha compound. "It's okay, he's so cute."

Quietly, Sasuke snorted, muttering, "Not as cute as ours will be."

"…"

He frowned when Sakura stopped walking, looking at her with concern. "What?"

"Huh?" Sakura jumped slightly at his gruff question, staring at him with frantic eyes and a too wide smile. "Oh, nothing." She skipped forward and grabbed his wrist to pull him along. "Now come on, I'm totally beat and I have work tomorrow."

As she hurriedly walked toward the Uchiha compound, Sakura missed the flashes of hope and hurt in Sasuke's eyes.

The next morning, Sasuke woke up to the sun in his face and in a cold, lonely bed. He groaned as he rubbed his eyes and looked to the side, seeing Sakura putting on a red dress over her leggings and then packing some things into her bag.

"Where are you going?" Sasuke asked tiredly.

"Oh, good morning! I have to go to work," she replied, looking up from her bag and approaching him.

"I thought you were starting at noon…" From the digital clock on the side table, he could clearly observe that she still had about three hours.

Sakura sat down on the bed by his form and she nodded. "Yes but they called me and asked me to come in early. One of the doctor's is dealing with something and can't come in until one o'clock so I told her I would manage her shift for her." She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "I have to go. I'll see you later."

"We're supposed to have dinner with Naruto tonight," Sasuke reminded her before she could leave. "Ramen, remember?"

"I know," Sakura replied slowly. "We will."

Ten hours later, when Sasuke and Naruto came to her office to grab her to get some ramen, Sakura said she had to go into a surgery soon and that she couldn't leave with them. While Naruto had been disappointed but understanding, saying an "Okay, Sakura-chan, next time we're going for sure. Believe it!" to her, Sasuke knew better.

She was avoiding him.

True to her word, Sakura actually had a surgery. Apparently it was for the doctor who could not show up that day but Sakura did it instead; his girlfriend truly was amazing. During those few hours she was performing something with a title too long for Sasuke to both remembering, he waited for her in her office, entertaining himself with the many books that lined the walls.

When she came in, she did not notice him until her called her.

"Sakura."

She jumped at the sound of his voice, grabbing her heart and glaring at him. "Oh, my god, don't do that, Sasuke!"

"Hn." He ignored her and went over to the door to close it. "You're avoiding me."

Sakura raised an eyebrow. "What? No I'm not—"

"You have been avoiding talking to me since last night," he interrupted, approaching her until he was standing only a few inches away. He stared down at her, his dark eyes smouldering.

"No, no, no!" Sakura protested. "That's not true, Sasuke. I just—"

"Listen," Sasuke said, cutting her off once again. He looked extremely upset, in Sakura's opinion. "You have been more annoying than usual since I said that stupid thing about babies," Sasuke continued, ignoring her indignant gasp at the word 'annoying'. "Well I'm glad I said it, Sakura, because if you don't want babies or you don't babies with me and my crappy genes then… well just say so!"

"Sasuke, that's not—"

His glare intensified and Sakura closed her mouth to let him go on. "I'd understand if you don't want my crappy babies." He frowned, thinking of how stupid he must've sounded. "I mean, my babies would likely have the Sharingan and homicidal tendencies and skin with no pigmentation…"

As he frowned, looking for more things to say, Sakura couldn't help smirking at him. "You might have something there, Sasuke."

Sasuke scowled, not appreciating her mockery.

"The point is," he growled, "that if don't want my babies, just say so, you annoying woman. You don't have to avoid me or take on a bunch of surgeries just so you wouldn't have to come home—"

Sakura signed. She shook her head and smiled softly. "Sasuke, I want your crappy babies."

"…you do?"

She laughed, seeing the stupefied expression on his face. "Yes, I do!"

"Oh."

Sasuke, seeming to have regained his composure, smirked haughtily and eyed her desk thoughtfully.

"Well do you want to make one right now?"

fin

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