I'm finally updating! It seems like it took me forever to find the time to update although it's only been about a week. I'd like to thank everyone for the reviews. Knowing someone likes my story inspires me to write more! Well, here is the third chapter.

-Chapter Three-

Fugaku had his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. The subject everyone was discussing at dinner was starting to get on his nerves. "I already told you, I don't need a stupid ramp built to get into the house! I can still use the stairs!" The harshness in his voice scared Itachi and Mikoto into silence. Hinata on the other hand was getting snappy.

"Dad, it's hard to get up stairs with crutches! You're going to get that ramp built at the front of your house whether you like it or not!" As Hinata stared at him the scowl remained for a moment, then suddenly his expression changed to one of amusement. The man smiled at his daughter-in-law.

"I like you," he chuckled. "No one is brave enough to talk to me that way when I'm in a bad mood."

"It's her mood swings, dad," Itachi almost whispered. "Never make her extremely angry. A couple of days ago I learned that angering a pregnant woman is not a good idea."

"That's right." Hinata nodded, her pale pink lips curling up wards. "Don't mess with me."

"I hope my grandchild will be like you. Brave and independent." Fugaku nodded after slamming one of his fists gently onto the table. "A strong and healthy Uchiha baby. A good looking one, might I add." He raised his eyebrows and smirked as if he was hot-stuff.

"If you want that baby to be good looking, then hopefully it won't look like you, Fugaku," Mikoto teased, poking his upper arm with an index finger.

"You're right, Mikoto. I hope that baby is as beautiful as you are." Fugaku smiled sweetly at his wife.

"Now you made me feel bad."

"That was the plan," Fugaku laughed. The whole time, Itachi and Hinata had been watching their parents and listening in interest. Both were wondering if they would be that way when they were older. Hinata's nose scrunched up and Itachi's eyebrows knitted together, neither wanting to think of being old and almost grandparents.

The pink-haired woman had finished eating dinner alone and was currently washing the dishes. Her cuts and bruises from earlier no longer bothered her. She couldn't figure out why her mother-in-law was so childish as to ask her to race through the grocery store. Her two sons weren't like her at all, both were more like their father.

Sakura could see herself acting like Mikoto when she was older. In her younger years, Sakura had been just as hyper and loud as Mikoto is now. After becoming best friends with Hinata around the age of fifteen, her energetic and annoying side died down a bit as Hinata's became stronger. Both of them had ended up somewhere in the middle of the two personalities meshed together.

The woman started to feel uncomfortable for some odd reason. She couldn't figure out why she felt uneasy. Then, she realized someone was behind her. Her hands froze, one holding a rinsed plate and the other holding a dish towel.

Instead of turning around to see who it was, she angled the plate just right. Who she saw calmed her greatly and she continued to dry the plate as if nothing had happened.

"Not even going to say hi?" Sasuke asked, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. The woman didn't answer him, a bit frustrated that he had scared her like that.

After a couple seconds of silence, she sighed. "You scared me."

"I didn't mean to, Sakura. I'm sorry." He rested his chin on the top of her head and watched her run the dish towel over the completely dry plate. "You're not mad, are you?" He grinned. "I missed you."

That did the trick. Sakura sighed and placed the dry plate on the counter. "I'm not mad, you didn't mean to scare me." Sasuke let go of her and she spun around to face him, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I missed you too. You don't have to go on another mission for a while, right?"

"Right, I'm staying home for a while to be with you," he replied, kissing her on the lips. "So nothing bad happened while I was gone? Are you okay?"

"No, Sasuke, I died while you were gone," Sakura joked. "Mom and I had a small incident happen at the grocery store though. She challenged me to a race and we ended up colliding and getting knocked unconscious." Sasuke ran a hand gently over the cuts and bruises on her arm, an eyebrow raised. He couldn't believe how childish his mother and wife were.

"Why must I have childish family members?" he questioned, a sigh escaping his mouth. The pink-haired woman grinned innocently, her green orbs sparkling brightly.

She gestured for him to sit down at the table and he did. The woman grabbed two glasses and filled them up with tea. After sitting down across from her husband, she slid one glass across the table and took a sip from her own. "Did the mission go well?"

"Yes," the man replied with a nod. He leaned back, relaxing in his seat. Sakura brought the glass up to her lips again. A smile remained on Sasuke's face as he started to say his next sentence loudly. "Sakura, I want to have-"

Her emerald eyes widened and she started choking on her tea. Sasuke raised an eyebrow, watching his wife cough insanely. He would have asked her if she was going to be okay, but he could already tell that she was.

"A snack," he finished. The raven-haired man got up from his chair and went over to the refrigerator.