A/N: so yeah, this is the 5th chap. I hope you like it! sorry it took so freaking long, was being stupid and not letting me! don't forget to review!

It was a week after the party for Temari and Shikamaru in which Kiya and Gaara had announced that they were going to have a baby. Kiya had been dreading this day for a while now; they had to tell the council that they had indeed gotten their wish of Gaara starting a family. Kiya looked at her husband on her right and was for a moment transfixed by his face. The delicate yet masculine curve of his nose up to his eyes, closed lightly over his gorgeous jade irises. She examined the perfect black rings of years of insomnia contrasting starkly with the paleness of his skin. Then his eyes opened and slid over to her telling her that everything was going to be alright, she felt the reassuring brush of his fingers against hers before he grasped her hand then opened the door.

In the two years that Kiya had known the council she still had not gotten used to them. They were a bunch of stuffy old men that only cared about money and the betterment of the sand for the sand. However over these two years she had noticed that the hostility toward her had lessened significantly, in fact some of the council members often engaged her in conversations of the library and the history of the sand of which she was quite knowledgeable. She had also sensed the councils growing fondness, if it could be called that, for Gaara. He was an excellent Kazekage, by far one of, if not the best the sand had ever seen. And she often mused that that was the reason they put up with his sometimes playful remarks and childish pranks every once in a while. She smiled softly as Gaara pulled out her chair for her then, after making sure she was comfortable sat at his place at the table again on her right as she sat at his left.

The meeting droned on and Kiya had often found that in these meetings she could entertain herself quite easily by blocking out the steady monotone of the council member speaking and substitute in her own dialogue. Many times had she been forced to discreetly lift a hand to her mouth to stop from laughing out loud and pretend she was coughing.

"And we all know that your brother, Kazekage-sama, must be moved from his currant apartment because he will burn it down with his blatant, flaming gayness."

"Yes, and speaking of, we still need you and your wife to get down and dirty to give your family an heir. Not that it really affects us; we just like to be all up in your business. We want lots of babies, SO MANY BABIES!"

Kiya couldn't contain the snort of laughter that passed through her defenses. She recovered instantly looking at the council member next to her with a disapproving look. It was dropped quickly and the meeting went on.

Gaara stared lazily at the forehead of the council member speaking willing him to talk faster or decide that he was done talking all together. Gaara felt the odd sensation of excitement twist his stomach again at the thought of telling the council he was going to be a father, in fact he wanted to tell the whole world! Hell he wanted to run out on his Kazekage balcony and shout "Hey Suna, I'M HAVIN' A FUCKIN' BABY!" a tiny smile quirked the side of his mouth as he thought of how 'Naruto-ish' it sounded.

But as soon as it had come the smile vanished and was replaced with an equally small frown. What if his child didn't like him? He dreaded the possibility. Or worse, what if Kiya had complications like his own mother had when she birthed him? A surge of fear raced its way through him, he couldn't lose her. He couldn't go back to that lonely life he had known before her where all his days consisted of paper work and yearning for something more but not knowing what it was. He couldn't live without her warm smiles, her zeal for life and that loveably foul mouth. He searched for her hand under the table and seized it holding it tight, fearing that if he let go she would be gone.

He felt her squeeze his hand back and he looked at her. Her eyes shifted to him smiling at him, genuine happiness in her eyes meant only for him. In that one smile she had calmed his fears. She was strong willed and she would never let death take her so soon. Besides Gaara had arranged with the Hokage already that Sakura was to be in Suna the whole last month of Kiya's pregnancy, nothing would go wrong for his Kaze-hime. Gaara looked over at her to return her smile only to be greeted with her face gone white and her hand clutching his in a death grip.

"Oh shit." He heard her whisper quietly then she jumped up and dashed out of the room.

Gaara jumped up to follow her and the council followed him all squawking like chickens asking him what had happened. The bathroom door flew open to reveal Kiya heaving up her breakfast into the trash can. She slumped down into Gaara's arms waiting for her. He knelt on the floor holding up her upper body while she sat on the floor. The council members hovered in the door way waiting for an explanation.

"Kiya, you should go home if you are sick." Gaara whispered to her.

"No, I'm not sick, I'm fine." She said.

"You are not fine. You just threw up." He said back, the worry easily heard in his voice.

"Yes Kiya-hime, I agree with Kazekage-sama, you are not well." One of the council members stated and a murmur of agreement went through the group. Then, something happened that they did not expect. Kiya started to laugh.

"No, really, I'm not sick." She looked at the council's disbelieving faces and sighed, 'now or never.' "I'm not sick, I'm pregnant."

There was a pause and then a collective "Ohhhh." drifted through the council. There was an awkward silence, then one of the older members stepped forward and offered his hand to the Kazekage saying "Congratulations Kazekage-sama."

Gaara hesitated then reached for the man's hand who grabbed his and shook it twice then dropped it and bowed. Each council member said their congratulations then left to go back to the meeting room. After the last member had left, Kiya and Gaara were still on the floor of the bathroom.

"I'm sorry, I gave it away. I knew you wanted to tell them." Kiya said.

He chuckled softly "I think that this was a better reveal than what I had planned."

Kiya still frowned "But you still wanted to say it." she looked up at him from her place on the floor.

He smiled softly down at her then leaned down and pressed his lips to her forehead in a very rare show of soft affection. 'click' Gaara looked up to see Temari and Kankuro standing in the door way to the bathroom, Kankuro smiling like a fool and Temari examining the picture she had just taken on the display on her camera. Gaara glared at them but it lacked that certain quality that made it threatening.

"I'm gonna have to start carrying around my camera with me just in case you keep doing things like that little brother." Temari said finally looking up from the tiny screen. For some reason Gaara couldn't find it in his heart to be mad at his sister, he was just too happy.

He looked back down at Kiya "Would you like to keep going with the meeting or would you like me to take you home?"

Kiya smiled and started to stand "I can keep going, I just need some crackers and maybe some fruit juice or something. I'm fine really, I read this pamphlet thingy that said that morning sickness is normal and can hit any time and it's just a sign that the baby is healthy and growing because my body is releasing some kind of hormone or something. So I'm alright but I don't think you need me to be in the meeting any more since I spoiled the surprise." Again he looked slightly confused.

"Throwing up is normal?" he asked. She smiled at the familiar look on his face. If Gaara had never thought about marriage and he defiantly had no reason to know about pregnancy, this was going to be interesting.

Gaara had taken Kiya home and made sure she was comfortable before he went back to the meeting. After the meeting was over he went to his office only to be greeted by a giant stack of papers on his desk. He glared at it then sat down to work.

Maybe an hour had gone by and he was on the third page of the stack. He couldn't focus, he felt nervous and content, happy but worried and most of all just confused. All his worries about Kiya being pregnant running through his head. He stood up and looked out his window over the sand village, his village. Again he remembered that night so long ago it seemed when he had thought on the roof "I can run a country but I can't figure out how I feel about a woman, ridiculous." He sighed for what seemed like the thousandth time. He revisited his fears.

What if his children didn't like him? What if they hated him? How could he show his affection for them? He knew he has trouble with that sort of thing, what if they thought that he didn't love them? How was he supposed to deal with Kiya going into labor? Oh Gods, he really didn't want to have to deal with that. He heard a knock on his door and Kankuro came in. He knew something was wrong when Gaara had work to do but was looking out the window.

"What's wrong, little bro?" Kankuro said sitting down waiting for Gaara to say something.

"I…" Gaara started then took a breath and said "I worry that my child will hate me…like we hated our father. Kankuro how the hell am I supposed to be a good father when I have no idea what a good father does? What if they don't know that I love them? How can I tell them I love them without having to tell them that I love them all the time? What am I supposed to do when Kiya goes into labor? What if…what if I lose her?" once he had started he couldn't stop the flow of his worries. He had sped up saying out loud all the things he feared. But the one thing that he was truly scared of he had whispered at the end.

He knew Kiya was strong, he knew that she wouldn't let herself die but it was still a fear that he held after being told that he was the cause of his mother's death. That he had killed her and he was destined to be a killer from birth. He didn't want that for his child, he wanted all of his children to be happy and have friends. Everything he didn't have when he was younger.

"Wow man, that's deep." Kankuro's voice drifted through his conscious and brought him back to reality. "Dude, our dad was a huge, gaping ass hole of the worst kind but you know what it is to be a bad dad because of him and now that you know what a shitty dad is like you can avoid it. You don't have to worry about your kids knowing that you love them because if you pay attention to them they will grow up understanding that that is your way of showing that you love them.

Also as far as I'm concerned babies still come from the stork but before I shut my eyes to the whole labor thing I will say that there is no way Kiya will die from childbirth. You really think a woman who is married to you, having your children, who loves you enough to look past everything that you have done and love you for you would go down without one hell of a fight? Come on man, ain't no way she's goin' down. I bet you if death even set foot in that hospital room she would cuss him out so bad he would run out shouting "fuck this shit, I need a different job". So relax, just be there for her and everything will be fine."

Gaara looked at his brother, his logic was valid. If his children grew up around him they would obviously know how he acts and what he means by different things. Kankuro was right, Kiya would never let something like child birth kill her and take her away from her children or him. It would probably take a whole ninja army to take her down if they tried to harm her children. He thought about his father, he was indeed a 'huge, gaping ass hole.' But he did teach Gaara something important: How to not be a bad father. If he avoided anything that his father did he would be fine. Gaara looked up at his brother and nodded, he felt much better now that his fears had been successfully bashed by someone out loud.

"Good, now don't think like that again. You are gonna be a great dad and have lots of kids with Kiya and be happy!" Kankuro said standing up and leaving the room.

Gaara sat down at his desk but found that he still had the same problem only for a different reason; he was too excited to focus. The council had told him that he needed to make an announcement about the baby soon and he had told them to send the word of an official announcement out into the village for tomorrow. He couldn't wait to tell everyone about his baby and have all the villagers as excited as he was. For once in his life he wanted the attention that came with being Kazekage, sure he liked the respect it gained him in the village but he never really liked the general attention it had gotten him.

He shook his head, he obviously wasn't getting anything done today he might as well just go home. He looked at the clock, it was 5:30. He walked out of his office and headed to his house. He waved to the villagers that he saw and they waved and smiled back. Yes, he liked being Kazekage but it had brought its fair share of unwanted attention, such as his fan girls and fan club that were pretty much disbanded after he had gotten married but there was still the occasional awkwardly long glance or quiet whine of "Gaara-sama" every once in a while. He had really hated them, fan girls were a pain in the ass and he was happy they didn't stalk him anymore.

Gaara opened the front door and was immediately met with a loud crash from the kitchen and the sound of Kiya wailing "NOOOOOOOOO!"

He threw open the door only to see Kiya sitting on her knees over what looked like the remnants of a broken dish of some kind.

"I l-loved th-that cassssssserole-le dish. A-and now i-its-s DEAD!" she sobbed out. Gaara was at a loss. What could he do? He knelt behind her and rubbed her shoulders softly.

"I'll buy you a new one, okay?" he whispered to her. This, however, did not gain him the response he had been hoping for.

"But I liked THIS one! And now it's gone! My casseroles will never be the same, then you won't eat them and you'll die from hunger then I'll be alone and have to have a baby all by myself!" did she have no idea what she was saying?

'Well to be fare she does sometimes exaggerate when she's not having a baby so this is normal for her. I really hope this is a short term thing.' Gaara thought

"Kiya, I will gladly eat anything you cook, casserole or not. But I will still buy you a new one, is that acceptable?" he asked again, hoping beyond hope that it would calm her down. To his great relief she nodded and sniffed again.

"Let me clean this up. And you can go back to fixing dinner." He helped her up off the floor and went to find the broom and dust pan.

The rest of the day went on as if nothing had happened. That night Gaara stood in the bedroom looking out the window deciding what to do. He had never seen Kiya this emotional before and he was at a loss as to what to do. He was going to make the announcement tomorrow so he was happy but he was still concerned about Kiya and her emotional wellbeing. 'Maybe I should write a letter to Sakura and ask if it is normal for Kiya to be…like this' he thought. Speaking of, Kiya had been in the bathroom for about an hour now so he went to see what was going on.

Gaara knocked lightly on the door when there was no answer he opened it and looked through. Kiya was laying in the bathtub asleep. He smiled softly at her and walked in. He pulled the bath stopper and after the water had drained he wrapped her in a towel and lifted her out of the tub. Her eyes fluttered and opened, looking up at him slightly confused then a blinding smile.

"I know you. You're my husband and I love you." The last part was yawned out

Gaara smiled again and said "And I know you. You are my wife and I love you back."

He set her down on the bed and got her one of his old shirts to sleep in. She sat up and put her hands in the air and he pulled the shirt over her head. She yawned again and snuggled under the covers he turned down for her. She was asleep in seconds, her mouth already open slightly. Gaara couldn't help but smile a little. He would write a letter to Sakura asking her for some sort of advice; after all she was the best.

He changed into some sleep pants and climbed into bed next to Kiya who murmured softly then cuddled up next to him. He hugged her close and thought about his life. Three years ago, before he had met her, he would have never even dared to dream that he would get married and have a baby and now look at him: happily married for two years and about to announce to his whole village that he was having his first child! He sighed, content with his life for once and drifted off to sleep.

A/N: so I hope you liked it! don't forget to review! 3