I DO NOT OWN NARUTO!
The first few weeks after Kiba left on his mission was a time of confusion for Hinata. She wavered back and forth between shame and hope. As a noblewomen and heir to the Hyuuga clan, Hinata knew it was her duty to remain pure. This had been drilled into her from the time she was old enough to understand such things. That she had failed in yet one more thing her father demanded of her, made her feel those familiar feelings of failure and shame all over again.
On the other hand, a part of her felt hopeful. Her entire life those that should have loved and encouraged her had always treated her with coldness and displeasure. She was always second best to Hanabi and Neji - a failure. Kiba's words of love had flickered to life the hope she had thought had been suppressed long ago. The hope that she could be loved for herself. Just for being who she was.
After a few more weeks had gone by, Hinata ran into Naruto for the first time since her confession to him. She expected to be devastated, but suddenly she realized that all she felt was a gentle sadness mixed in with relief. Kiba was right about her feelings for Naruto. The admiration was still there, but the breathlessness was gone. She could talk to him without blushing or stuttering. As they went to part ways he tried to apologize.
"Hinata, I am really sorry about.." he said sadly, hanging his head down.
"It's okay Naruto-kun. A good friend helped me realize that I was confusing admiration with love. I have always looked up to you as an example of how to never give up. You have helped me so much, just by being who you are. You have nothing to be sorry for, my friend." She smiled at him reassuringly. He looked intently into her eyes and saw that she was telling him the truth.
"I AM REALLY GLAD! It was tearing me up to know that I had hurt one of my friends. You know, you have really helped me too. Your kindness and encouragement have helped me keep going through some rough times. Now we just have to find someone who will love you as much as I love Sakura." He teased her. To his surprise, she blushed a deep red and starred down at her feet while poking her fingers together.
"O-Oh Hinata, who is the lucky guy? He had better be good to you!" He said menacingly.
"He is, but Naruto-kun, you can't mention this tto anyone. Nothing is settled, and my father doesn't want me dating anyone." Hinata said worriedly. Naruto could see that she was scared, and he was quick to reassure her.
"I will keep your secret. Believe it!" he said bracingly.
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The sixth week after Kiba left, Hinata woke up sick to her stomach, and ran to the bathroom. After she was done vomiting, she splashed some cool water on her face, and went to lay back down. She placed her hands over her stomach and used her Byakugan to search her body. Nestled deep inside her abdomen was a tiny chakra source. She smiled as tears rolled down her face. She was having Kiba's baby! Though she was scared of what her father was going to do when he found out, she didn't regret the life growing inside her. She had discovered that she DID love Kiba as so much more than a friend, and she was happy to be the mother of his child.
After her meeting with Naruto, and the subsequent confirmation that she felt nothing for him but friendship, she had examined how she felt about Kiba. Just as she had promised him, she spent many long hours focused on defining how she felt about him. Many memories came back to remind her of all the times he had encouraged her, and helped her become stronger. He had allowed her practice her Gentle Fist technique on him without complaining (much), and he patched her up when she was hurt by his attacks during practice.
When they went on missions, he put himself in front of her, and had been hurt several times taking blows that were intended for her. He never blamed her if a mistake she made caused problems, and laughed it of when she tried to apologize for him getting hurt because of her. He just told her to try her best next time, and to leave her failures in the past.
Then she considered all the time that they spent together just hanging out as friends. He was one of the few people that she felt completely comfortable with. Around him, her shyness disappeared and she could enjoy herself. He was always teasing her and trying to make sure that she was happy. Though he was naturally loud and energetic, he accepted her quiet nature and even seemed to enjoy it. He made a point of letting her know how much he appreciated the little things she did for him, like bringing extra food to practice and keeping him supplied with her special healing ointment.
She placed her hands protectively over her stomach. The knowledge that she was pregnant with the child of the man she loved filled her with a quiet joy. She couldn't wait until he returned from his mission so that she could tell him that he was right about everything, that she did love him, and that he was going to be a father. They would work out everything when he returned, she was sure of it.