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"Dad broke his leg?" Itachi echoed in surprise. "When did that happen?" Hinata shrugged as a response and continued to stir the ramen she was making for their dinner.
"All mom said was that he broke his leg, she didn't say when it happened." The room then fell silent. After a while, the male Uchiha stood up and stretched. Once he had pushed his chair in, Itachi went up behind his wife and wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands resting gently on her stomach. He planted a kiss on her cheek before resting his head on her shoulder. "Itachi, do you want it to be a boy or a girl?"
"Either is fine," he sighed. "I just want it to be healthy."
"When Sakura asked me that question I said the same thing," Hinata giggled. She reached out and turned the stove off.
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"Lets race," Mikoto said excitedly. Her youngest daughter-in-law cast her a confused sideways glance.
"What?"
"Lets race," the woman repeated with more enthusiasm. "Our grocery lists are about the same length, right? Lets race to see who can get all the items first!" Sakura was about to tell Mikoto that she didn't feel like it but stopped herself when she noticed the excitement in Mikoto's onyx eyes.
"Okay," the pink-haired kunoichi sighed in defeat. They got into a racing position, their hands clutching the handles of the shopping carts tightly. Mikoto counted off, and once she said go, both were zooming through the store, screaming at people to move.
Mikoto had now lost Sakura and was sprinting down the bread aisle, making sure she didn't lose control of the cart. "Mikoto!" a woman around her age called. It was one of the women she had been in class with at the academy. The woman was waving her hand, trying to get Mikoto's attention.
"Sorry, Haruko, I can't talk right now!" Mikoto apologizing, whipping past the woman. An old man with a cane suddenly walked out in front of her, making her swerve to the right and crash into another cart.
Meanwhile, Sakura was also having trouble. The aisle needed to go through was packed with people. Inhaling deeply, she screamed as loud as she possible could, "Move out of the way!" People hastily moved their carts and stepped to the side, allowing the young woman to bolt down the aisle, grabbing what she needed and tossing it into the cart.
There was only one more item on her grocery list. She turned sharply at a corner and started racing down the last aisle. At the end of the same aisle, Mikoto turned and started down it. The two glared at each other. Neither of them knew they were both after the same item as the last thing on their grocery lists. Sakura thought Mikoto would stop first and Mikoto thought Sakura would stop first.
The clash of those two carts could be heard throughout the store. People stopped and glanced around, wondering what was going on. One of the employee's came over the loudspeaker and said, "Clean up in aisle five. I repeat, clean up in aisle five."
When the employees arrived at aisle five they not only saw food scattered and over the ground, but also two unconscious women.
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"How did you two end up landing yourselves in the hospital?" Itachi questioned as he and Hinata entered the room of Sakura and Mikoto. The women had been taken to the hospital after their incident at the grocery store. Neither of them had been seriously injured, just cuts and bruises.
Onyx met emerald as Mikoto and Sakura exchanged glances. "We were shopping," Mikoto answered casually. "We were racing to see who could finish collecting all of the items on their grocery list first. Unfortunately, both of us went for the tomatoes at the same time."
"Mom, you shouldn't race through a grocery store!" Itachi scolded.
"I know," Mikoto sighed. Her face suddenly lit up as she turned and looked at Sakura. "But it was fun, right?" Sakura smiled warmly then nodded.
Squeaks of crutches could suddenly be heard coming down the hallway. Fugaku made his way into the room. Mikoto jumped up from where she was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed and bounded over to her crippled husband. "You came here all the way from the first floor just to see me?" Mikoto gasped.
"Of course not," Fugaku snorted. He balanced himself on one of the crutches and pointed the other at Sakura. "I came to see her. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Sakura replied, getting up and making her way over to Fugaku. She hugged him quickly before standing beside Hinata.
"Fugaku!" Mikoto whined childishly. He turned to her and kissed her on the lips lightly, causing the woman to smile broadly.
"Stop your whining, I came to see you too," he mumbled. The man then turned to Hinata and grinned. "You're getting fat! That is meant to be a compliment. It's proof that something is actually in that stomach of yours! Give me a hug before I beat your husband with one of these crutches." Fugaku winked teasingly at Itachi before receiving a hug from Hinata.
"I feel bad for you, dad," Hinata gushed. "I can't believe you broke your leg!"
"I can't believe it either," Fugaku mumbled mostly to himself rather than everyone in the room. "There is a picture hanging up at the top of the staircase. It was a picture of when Itachi and Sasuke were younger, not just them, but Mikoto and I also. I got distracted and tripped."
Hinata and Sakura looked sympathetic for the man. Mikoto placed her hands on her hips and swung her hips to one side. "What do you mean 'younger'? I'm still young and you know it!" The woman stuck her tongue out.
"Young at heart." Mikoto snapped her head to the side and threw her oldest son a death glare while smiling. "Just kidding, mom."