Yay! I'm updating, obviously. Okay, so some people are starting to get a little impatient and are wanting Sakura to become pregnant soon. Well, DON'T WORRY. Just wait for a little while! She'll be pregnant at some point soon. Well, I hope you enjoy this next chapter, pleae read and review!

-Chapter Eight-

"I hope we have enough food for all of us until they can go back to their own home," the dark-haired female Uchiha sighed. She was lying on her bed, her hand rested lightly on her stomach. "What if we don't? What are we going to eat?"

"Don't worry about it." Itachi laid down beside her and slid an arm around her shoulders. Her head came to rest on his shoulder. Her pearl-colored eyes closed and she sighed deeply. "I'm sure they will be able to get home soon. If they get home and find out that their electricity is still out, then they can come back here and stay for a while. Most of the items in their refrigerators is probably still good since it got cold in the houses. They can bring some food over if they need to." He also let out a deep sigh. "But I'm sure the electricity will be back on, so we don't need to worry about it."

"Will you still love me if I'm fat?" Hinata asked softly. Itachi was startled at the sudden change of subject.

"Of course I will. I didn't marry you just because you were beautiful. I also married you because you're caring and have a great personality. Also, because I couldn't ever love anyone else. We were destined to be together. You know that." Itachi leaned down and kissed his wife tenderly on the lips.

"I love you," Hinata giggled.

"I love you, too."

Sakura poked Sasuke's soft cheek as he slept. She knew he would be angry when he woke up, be she had nothing better to do. She had been sleeping for hours and just woke up. Although she was still sleepy, she felt as if sleep wasn't something she needed at the moment.

Still sleeping, Sasuke's face scrunched up in irritation. He rolled over so that his back was facing her. Sakura then started poking the back of his head.

"I'm bored," she mumbled to no one in particular. She then directed her words to her husband. "Wake up, Sasuke, I'm bored!"

He was now partially awake. After jerking the covers over his head, Sakura narrowed her green eyes in frustration. After a while, she finally started kicking his feet with hers. When that got too annoying, he shifted his feet so that they were hanging off the bed on his side. Sakura positioned herself on the bed so that she was hanging halfway off her side and her feet were rested on his side. While staring at the wall upside down, the woman sneezed a couple of times.

"I'm going to die," she stated drearily. "If my husband actually cared about me he would be sitting up in bed right now talking with me before my death. Unfortunately, he doesn't care about me. He hates me. That makes me sad because I love him so much. If he was going to die, I would be kind enough to wake up and talk to him."

The man sat up and glanced around the room groggily. "If my wife actually cared about me she would let me sleep considering the fact that I'm sick. But no, she had to harass me while I was trying to sleep. She must hate me and she has been lying for years. That's quite sad considering I love her."

Sakura rotated herself again so that she was lying the right way. "I'm hungry," she complained.

"Oh, I see how it is. You woke me up to make me go get you food?"

"No," Sakura replied weakly. "I was just telling you that I'm hungry." She reached over and started to ruffle his hair which had already been messed up. "I'm sorry I got you sick, Sasuke."

"It's okay. Besides, I might have gotten sick from being out in the cold too, it doesn't necessarily mean that I got sick from you." He grinned widely before adding, "No one cares if we sleep all day or not. That's the positive part of being sick." His pink-haired wife rolled her eyes, sighing. He always found something positive during a negative situation. It occasionally got on Sakura's nerves. When they were younger she had gotten so used to Sasuke's cold exterior, and now that they were married, it was as if the human ice cube had melted. He only acted like his true self in front of his family, which Sakura was now part of.

"But I feel miserable," the woman whined, running fingers through her hair. At this particular moment, her hair seemed to be getting in her face and bothering her. Reaching over and retrieving a hair band she had laid over of the night stand, she handed it to Sasuke.

"Huh?" he grunted, staring at it.

"Sasu," Sakura whined cutely, batting her eyelashes at him and smiling softly. "Will you put my hair up for me?"

"No."

"Oh, Sasu!" she snorted in a whiny voice. "Why are you so mean? If you truly cared about me you would put my hair up for me. I'm too weak to put it up myself."

"Men don't fix hair," he retorted, placing the hair band on her stomach and crossing his arms. "I'm not going to put your hair up for you. I'm sick, just like you. Maybe I feel miserable too, but do you care? Obviously not considering you wouldn't let me sleep and now you're whining for me to fix your hair for you."

"Sasu," she whispered in a wavering voice. "I hurt. All of my muscles ache." Noticing the pleading look in her emerald orbs, Sasuke gave in and picked the hair band back up.

As Sakura hurled into the toilet, Hinata gathered her best friends hair into her hands and pulled it away from the woman's face. She knelt down and started rubbing Sakura's back. Once Sakura was done, she leaned against Hinata's knees and groaned.

"I'm dying," she exclaimed, placing a hand on the side of her cheek. "I feel like I'm going to die."

"Welcome to the world of-" Hinata started. "Pregnant women." Sakura scrambled to her feet and narrowed her eyes. Hinata threw her a nasty look. "Don't act like that, Sakura. You know you are. Have you been faking the coughing, sneezing, and dizziness to cover it up this whole time?" The

pink-haired women blinked a couple of times in confusion.

"What?" she said loudly. "I'm not pregnant, Hinata! If I was I would tell you! Don't accuse me of faking my sickness!"

Wide eyed, Hinata crossed her arms. "You are so-" She was trying to find the right words. "In denial." Sakura looked enraged. What bothered her the most was that Hinata would accuse her of faking her sickness to cover up a pregnancy and not even tell her about it.

"Does this sound fake to you?" Sakura sniffed, her nose sounding plugged up. After that, she flung one of the cabinets under the sink open and found a thermometer and shoved it in her mouth. Hinata waited patiently for Sakura to get to the point. Once the small device beeped, Sakura took it out of her mouth and glared at what it read before tossing it aside. "My temperature doesn't matter. What matters is that I'm sick and not faking it, Hinata. I'm your best friend. I would tell you if I was pregnant, which I'm ninety-nine percent sure that I'm not."

"What about the other one percent?" Hinata smirked. Sakura crossed her arms and stared at the ceiling. "You honestly don't know, do you?" Sakura shook her head slowly.

"I'm not pregnant, Hinata, just sick. Just because I do have some symptoms of pregnancy doesn't mean that I'm pregnant."

"Did you do it?"

Sakura opened her mouth to answer, but the question hadn't fully registered in her mind just yet. Once it did, she gave Hinata the nastiest look she could manage. "We-well, we are married." The dark-haired woman nodded slowly.

"You're definitely pregnant."

"How do you know?" Sakura spat, leaning up against the wall with her arms still crossed. "I traveled out in a blizzard for about a half an hour three times. I've just got a cold, Hinata."