Mission Impossible: Housewife

By KawaiPanda

Chapter Fifteen

A GaaIno Love Story

My ears burned as I left Gaara's office, my mind constantly replaying what we just did. Matsuri was sitting stiffly at her desk working on some paperwork, and I briefly wondered if she had been there the entire time, listening in on us. I walked by her desk briskly, not wanting another confrontation with her. I felt bad enough that I had said such things about her... thought she was capable of such things. I knew I would have to make it up to her later.

Maybe I should take her out to eat, and apologize...

Three weeks Later...

The past few weeks were full of Gaara and I making up for lost time. Since the confrontation, and I had bared my fears to him, Gaara was no longer leaving at odd hours of the night, but he didn't get home as early as he had been. I guess he was making up for the lost time by working later. And a plus was he never left without saying bye. Things seemed to be looking up for me, three weeks full of great sex, tomorrow was my first day to teach at the academy (of course Kankuro was on his merrily way to Konoha), and so of course I was very excited. Even the council members seemed to be backing off of Gaara about getting me pregnant. (Privately I wondered if they had people reporting to them about our sexual schedule. It wouldn't be below them to do so...)

Before, I was miserable because I didn't know where my place would be among Gaara and his people. I was a ninja of the leaf, giving up my life to live as a wife to a man I knew nothing about and to become a baby making machine. As of today, happiness seemed a real possibility. I was lost in my own world of happiness as I exited Gaara office for our seeming to be habitual routine, of afternoon desk sex and lunch, Matsuri's muttered statement stopped me in the stairwell.

"Slut."

I knew I couldn't have been hearing her right, so I stopped my descent and turned towards her. "Excuse me?"

She took a deep breath and turned to me, her arms crossed and eyes narrowed. "I called you a slut."

I blinked in surprise. I had went through and apologized to Matsuri by bringing her a basket of muffins and an apology letter, and she seemed to accept it, so I thought she had forgiven me. Not that I truly care what she thought, but when I'm wrong and even I know it, I'm going to apologize because I am a better person than I used to be. Apparently I was wrong in thinking she was over the whole, my "calling her a whore" thing. My own eyes narrowed in annoyance and I stood my ground. "How in the hell am I a slut for fucking my husband?"

She smirked. "He doesn't want you."

I lifted a brow at her. Every time Gaara and I made love, he was usually the one who initiated all contact, not the other way around. Not that I wouldn't if he gave me the chance because the red head in question was A, hot, and B, good with his hands. "Tch. Yeah, okay."

"If he wanted you, he wouldn't be with me all hours of the night."

Not this again. I felt my anger rise, and I struggled to keep my voice level. A sharp pain laced through my abdomen, but I pegged it as stress. "Bitch, please. He already explained -"

Her eyes got darker. "You know nothing. Not a damn thing."

"I know he hasn't left our bed in the middle of the night since."

"Whatever." She turned and resumed her ascent while I watched her sashay off. When I could no longer see her, I turned and continued on my own path.

"What the hell is her problem?" I wondered aloud shaking my head. She was just delusional. She had to be. I mean, Gaara laid next to me all night, every night. He was there when I went to sleep and there when I awoke, though he never fell asleep before me. He couldn't because of his insomnia, but he did sleep. I know he did because I had to wake him up sometimes for work.

And with the paperwork all done for Kankuro's transfer and my teaching position, he had no reason to be at the office... did he?

I mean, he could have left when I was asleep, but he wouldn't do that. He wouldn't. Would he? Another sharp pain twinged in my neither regions, but I ignored it. Just phantom pain from the injury being cause by my stress. The doctor told me it could happen.

I forced myself to calm down and did some shopping. We were running a bit low on some ingredients I needed for tonight, and I didn't want to just throw any old thing together. Not with one of the elders coming over for dinner.

Vendors were extremely polite when they noticed who I was, most giving me what I needed for free or at extremely low prices. After all, my husband was their Kage and savior, not that I wanted to take advantage of their kindness. I wasn't that kind of person. I'm not going to lie, before, I would have done so happily, but I was better than that.

I finished up shopping, declining any assistance from the civilians and ninja alike, making my way home as the sun began it's descent. I put away the groceries and stopped in the bathroom to... use the restroom before I got started, and noticed some blood staining my panties. My brows furrowed in confusion. While my period had always been irregular, I wasn't not prepared for it. But I wasn't expecting it for a while. Normally, I didn't have one for several months, the last one having been right before the wedding. But they were always light, never heavy like this. After cleaning up, I examined the toilet. It was full of blood and something about it just didn't sit right with me.

I was hesitant to going to another doctor about this, as I was pretty confident in my skills as a medic, but gynaecology just wasn't my thing. The pain and cramping worsened as I approached the hospital and upon seeing me the receptionist looked surprised.

"Mrs. Sabaku No, we weren't expecting you for another -"

"I need to see my doctor. I think I might have ruptured something." I was beginning to feel light-headed and spots clouded my vision. The nurse called him up quickly, and he appeared in no time, looking concerned.

"Ino-sama, you think you hurt yourself?" I nodded, and took a step towards him, because I knew he would lead me into a private room, where I could tell him what was going on, but I never made it that far.

I crumpled.