Hello, all! It's been a while! Sorry I haven't been able to update in a while. School literally went HAM on me, and although I've had many ideas running through my head, I haven't had the time to write them down!

Okay, a few things. As always, thanks for all the love. :) Also, this chapter is only a half of a whole thought I was having. I was going to wait until I wrote the whole thing, but then I figured I hadn't updated in a while, so I should just post it.

And on a completely different note, Uchiha Madara is in the running for being the sexiest BAMF I've ever seen. Seriously, I've never been attracted to an Uchiha (or a zombie, for that matter) before, but dude is freaking awesome. I would totally be fine watching him beat up Naruto for a good fifty chapters. Yum.

AND, Naruto and Hinata meet again! And he remembers her love confession, even though it was at least eight bajillion chapters ago! kln'gpor;lm DEAD.

...Okay, after all that fangirling, I guess I should remind you that I don't own Naruto.

Temari

It had been a while since she had been here, she mused. A good three months.

Gaara had sent her out on a mission, and even after she got back, she had gotten caught up in her duties in Suna.

It wasn't the longest amount of time that they had been separated—they both understood that loyalty to their countries took precedence over their relationship. But... that didn't mean that Temari didn't miss his lazy ass.

Smiling to herself, she slowly opened the window to his bedroom, noting he was fast asleep on the bed. As quietly as she could, she slipped into the room, intent on joining her lover.

Warning bells sounded in her head—someone was behind her. Reflexively, her hand snatched a kunai from her thigh holster. Her weapon connected with her attacker's throat at the same time his hers, and she would have killed him if a familiar voice hadn't said in her ear, "Temari?"

"What the hell, Nara?" Temari fumed, dropping her hand and turning to face him. "Why did you attack me? I almost killed you!"

Shikamaru frowned at her, setting the weapon back on his nightstand. He had almost killed her as well.

"I can't even get a 'welcome home, honey!' No, I get a kunai to the neck," she continued to rant. "I can't believe—"

"Your chakra felt different," he interrupted, lightly wiping at the line of blood beginning to appear on her neck. "I'm sorry."

She blinked, confused. "What do you mean, my chakra felt different?"

Shikamaru winced, his own neck beginning to sting. One more second and his head would have been hanging on by a thread. "It's still your chakra signature," he elaborated. "I realize that now. But something is a little off."

"That's impossible! The only way that can happen is—" Her eyes widened.

"What?" Shikamaru yawned, scratching the back of his head. His hair, as it usually did while he slept, ran free of restraints. "Don't worry about it."

"Oh my god," she breathed, her eyelashes fluttering in shock. Mentally, she counted. "Oh my god."

"Don't worry about it," Shikamaru said again, taking one of her hands in his own. "It's not a big deal. Let's just go to bed."

"Not a big deal?" Temari screeched, snatching her hand back. "How can me being pregnant not be a big deal?"

Shikamaru froze. He seemed to stop breathing. "Pregnant?" he repeated slowly. "Are you sure?"

Temari ran a hand through her hair, frustrated. "I exercise too much for my period to be regular, so I never noticed. But a chakra signature changing—that's a sign, though it doesn't happen until the second trimester." She grimaced. "God, and I thought I was just coming down with a bug—"

At first, Shikamaru didn't seem to react. Then, he grinned crookedly, pulling her to him. "Really?"

"No," she huffed sarcastically, pushing herself out of his embrace, "I just made all that up for fun. And stop smiling. It's not funny."

Shikamaru attempted to make a more serious face, but failed. "Our wedding's in two months, Temari. What does it matter?"

"Exactly," she retorted. "I'll be showing by then. I'm not getting married in front of all those people looking like that!"

"Then we'll go to Tsunade tomorrow." He reached for one of her hands, intertwining their fingers. "We can get legally married tomorrow."

Temari's face softened, her blonde eyelashes fluttering slightly. "You mean that?"

"Of course I mean it," Shikamaru replied. Slightly embarrassed, he rubbed the back of his neck. "I would marry you right now."

She smiled, a happy flush adorning her cheeks. "But I need to have the big wedding in Suna. I'm the Yondaime Kazekage's daughter, the Godaime Kazekage's sister. It's required of me."

"You can still have it." Gently, he pulled her towards the bed, sliding her tessen off her shoulders and untying her obi. Her kimono fluttered to the ground, and she stood proud and unashamed in front of him, naked save her underwear. "We can have the formal ceremony whenever you're ready."

She watched as he climbed into the bed, patting the spot next to him in invitation.

Kami, she loved him.

Temari joined him without hesitation, smiling when he placed a chaste kiss on the back of her neck and his strong arms enveloped her.

And when his hand settled on her belly, she had to fight the urge to cry.

Sakura

It felt as if she had been electrocuted.

Being a medic, she was acutely aware of her entire body. She knew before she got sick when a virus had infected her; she could tell when she pulled a muscle before the pain set in.

Now, however, Sakura couldn't tell what was different—she just could feel that something was.

The body spooning hers shifted. "What's the matter?" Kakashi murmured drowsily against her neck.

"Nothing," she replied. But as she spoke, her chakra was searching her body for what was foreign. And when she found it, she froze.

It was impossible. She always made sure she knew when she was ovulating, and she always used chakra to block entry into her fallopian tubes if she knew they were going to be...intimate.

Always? her mind whispered.

Sakura stiffened, mouth agape in realization. She forgot! An hour before, Kakashi had done that thing with his tongue...and she forgot!

Kakashi, feeling the sudden rigidity of her body, leaned over to peer at her curiously. "Sakura?"

She could only look at him stupidly. She had just felt herself get impregnated. She was pregnant. With Kakashi's baby.

She didn't even know if he wanted kids.

He looked concerned now, the tomoe of his Sharingan slowly spinning. She knew he could probably hear her heartbeat accelerating.

Sakura flinched as he reached out to touch her, immediately regretting the action as he slowly withdrew his hand. She averted her eyes so she wouldn't have to see the hurt on his face.

"Sakura?"

"I have to go," she choked out, scrambling out of his arms and quickly picking up her haphazardly thrown clothes.

He sat up, his face eerily blank. "Are you sure?"

Sakura nodded, almost violently, slipping her shirt back on.

Because it was not okay.

Whatever she had with Kakashi—friends, friends with benefits, fuck buddies, lovers—had never been named, but it sure as hell wasn't a relationship. They didn't walk around in public, holding hands and stealing kisses. They didn't have candlelit dinners or long walks on the beach.

And this was not okay.

Because she was pretty sure he didn't want all of that, and she was pretty sure he didn't want children.

But she wanted all of it. And she was pregnant.

Sakura pulled on her shoes, biting down hard on the inside of her cheek so she wouldn't start sobbing. "I have to go."

She didn't look at him as she left his apartment.

Of all the places she expected Kakashi to be, her office in the hospital wasn't even on her radar. Therefore, when she opened her door and found him casually sitting behind her desk, she practically dropped the charts she was carrying.

Hurriedly, she shut the door behind her, hoping to ward off any eavesdroppers. Dread slowly spread through her veins like ice water, and her heart made itself at home in her throat. "Kakashi," she whispered.

His lone visible eye gazed at her lazily. "It's been three days, Sakura." He tilted his head slightly. "Why are you avoiding me?"

"I'm not," she replied quickly, averting her eyes to a chart in her hands. Inwardly, she winced at how blatant her lie must have seemed.

A single silver eyebrow rose questioningly. Sakura reddened, still not prepared for the conversation she had been trying to avoid.

"Is this your way of breaking up with me?" Kakashi asked slowly.

Her head snapped up in surprise, meeting his gaze. "I wasn't aware we were together," she blurted, immediately wanting to bang her head against the wall for voicing her thoughts.

Though his mask was firmly in place, Sakura could still see a peculiar expression take over his features. "What did you think we were?"

Sakura flushed in response. "I don't know," she snapped, irritated. She put her hand on the door handle, opening the door a crack. "Can we not talk about this right now?"

The door slammed shut, and she suddenly found herself pressed between it and Kakashi. Despite everything, his proximity sent a shiver though her. Sakura cursed her body's betrayal.

"No," he said calmly, his breath fanning across her cheeks. "You'll only hide again." He rested his forehead against hers. "Do you want to see other people?"

"No," she murmured dizzily. It was all too much—the press of his flack vest against her, his breath—for her emotionally unstable self. She vaguely felt the need to vomit. "Kakashi, I'm pregnant."

This seemed to startle the Copy Nin, and he moved away from her enough to look into her eyes. "What?"

"It'll be a couple more weeks before a pregnancy test will read positive," Sakura babbled, "but I am. I felt it."

"Felt it?" Kakashi repeated absently. "I thought that you…"

"I forgot." Sakura stared at a stain on her carpet, trying to swallow down her hysteria. Don't cry. Don't cry. "You distracted me, and I forgot."

Kakashi looked at her dazedly. "Oh."

Sakura bit her lip, eyes burning. "Yeah. Oh."

She stood there, staring at that damn stain so hard she was surprised it didn't spontaneously combust. And for a long time, the room was silent.

Finally, just when she was sure he had made a mad dash for the window when she wasn't looking, he spoke. "We could get married."

Her head snapped back up so fast, it was a wonder she didn't get whiplash. "What?"

He was looking at her tentatively now, clearly not wanting to repeat himself. "Married."

A rage took hold of her, quickly overturning any remnant of a filter her mouth had. "You don't even want kids!" Sakura spat, eyes narrowing into jade slits. "And you don't want to marry me!"

Kakashi looked visibly surprised at her outburst, backing up to give her more space. "That's not true. I've never thought about kids before, but if it was with you—"

"Shut up!" she snarled, the tears finally breaking free and running down her face with abandon. "You don't have to think of me as your responsibility. I can take care of myself!"

Kakashi looked torn between comforting her and shaking her silly. Instead, he took a deep breath. "I know you can, Sakura. But if you think I'm proposing because you're pregnant, you're wrong. I'm just using that as an excuse."

Sakura paused, wiping her eyes. "You're lying."

The Copy Nin sent her an incredulous look. "Sakura, I love you."

The medic completely froze at that. "Stop it," she murmured. "You have never once said that to me before now. You haven't even taken me on a formal date or held my hand in public."

"You didn't want me to." Cautiously, Kakashi inched his way closer to her. "You wanted a friend, I was your friend. Then you wanted sex, so I gave you sex. But you never acted like you wanted more than a casual relationship, and I didn't want to push you into something you didn't want."

Sakura begrudgingly saw the truth in his words. After the whole ordeal with Sasuke, all she had wanted was someone who would be there for her, and Kakashi had all too willingly fit into whatever role she needed him to be.

She had thought he was messing with her emotions. Apparently, though, Kakashi had willingly let her mess with his.

Because...

He had reached her. Slowly, he put his hands on her waist. She didn't pull away. "Will you let me?" he asked softly. "Can we be a family?"

Sakura pulled his face closer to hers in response, placing a firm kiss on his masked lips in response. She could feel rather than see his boyish grin, and she moved back. "Don't get too happy," she warned, wiping the remnants of her tears. "I'm still not marrying you."

Kakashi recoiled as if he had been slapped. "What? Why?"

"Because," Sakura replied coolly, "I refuse to have some shotgun wedding."

"I already told you. I'm not marrying you because you're pregnant."

"You're not marrying me at all," she remarked flippantly, moving around him to finally arrive at her desk.

He looked pained. "Sakura…"

"Let's just take it slow, okay?" She smiled softly, splaying her fingers over her flat tummy. "And let's hope our son won't be as stubborn as his father."

Kakashi smirked underneath his mask. Getting her to marry him would be a challenge, but he was willing to take it. "How do you know it'll be a boy?"

She laughed, as if he had said the punchline to a joke he wasn't in on. "I just know."

A/N: OMG TEH FLUFFFF! XD

Sorry peeps. Guess I was in a fluffy mood. And how can ShikaTema and KakaSaku babies not be fluffy? lol

Hopefully I can get the rest up soon. Review?