Title: What the Future Holds (pt 2)
Pairing: Kakashi and Sakura
Rating: I suppose T will do ... FLUFF, probably too fluffy actually. But here it is.

The last thing Kakashi remembered was a sense of falling and overwhelming darkness. He truly believed he was going to die. He laughed bitterly to himself as he lost the will to keep his eyes open. He was going to fail Sakura … again.

There was a light annoying sound filtering through to his mind. Beep. Beep. Beep.

All he wanted to do was knock it off, destroy whatever it was that was depriving him of a peaceful death. Then he realized that he was not lying in uncomfortable brush, although what he was currently laying on wasn't that soft and then there was a familiar scent – of something that was too sterile. It faintly reminded him of the way Sakura smelled when she came home from work.

There was a warm hand on his bicep and then his wrist. The scratch of a pen to paper, more prodding, more scribbling. There was a voice, but it was soft and unrecognizable, the words were a jumble. A pressure cuff was wrapped around his arm. A hospital? He was in a hospital. Where? Home? If he was only so fortunate.

His eyes cracked open, assaulted by harsh light. He clenched them shut and then he tried again, leaving his Sharingan eye closed.

"Hatake-san! You're awake!"

He was home. He recognized the nurse tending to him as one of Sakura's co workers … Mika, Mira, Miya …. something like that.

"How long have I-"

"A few days. You should rest, you don't want to strain yourself."

Ignoring her, he pushed himself up into a sitting position, "My things."

"I can't give them to you, Lady Tsunade's orders. She said you were to remain here, no matter what."

He had no time to rest. If he had been confined to a hospital bed for the past few days then he had been gone just over a week. He couldn't sit there, whether or not he was in pain.

"Sakura? Where's Sakura?"

"She's … um … well -"

Kakashi huffed and pulled the IV from his arm despite her protesting, "My things," he snapped.

She pointed to the small cabinet, "There," she sighed dropping her head, her shoulders slumping, "I'm going to get fired."

Kakashi had no time for pleasantries or formalities and he began changing back into his uniform right there in the middle of the room. The flustered Mika .. Mira … or Miya, turned around, her back ram rod straight – her face the color of a tomato, clutching his chart to her chest, her eyes squinted shut. He heard her chanting some sort of mantra about Sakura not killing her

Sakura.

"Where's Sakura? Tell me."

"S-she's on the third floor, room 323, Tsunade is with her. No one is supposed to go-"

"Thanks," he finished putting his hitai-ate in place and then he was out of the door. He walked right past the front desk for the ward, disregarding the woman behind it shouting at him to stop. He found room 323 effortlessly and grabbed the knob.

"You can't go in there!"

Oh no? He turned the knob and let himself in, startling Tsunade. She narrowed her eyes at him, "What are you doing out of bed?!"

But his sight was focused on one thing and one thing alone and that was the pink haired woman in the bed. Her eyes were closed, but it was obvious that she was in pain. A sheen of sweat covered her face and what parts of her body he could see. She was clenching onto the sheets so tightly her knuckles were white.

"Is she-"

"She's okay," Tsunade reassured.

"She doesn't look like it."

"What did you expect?"

"I knew something was wrong, she wasn't in my room, she-"

"She needs you by her side, so I won't break your head for disobeying my staff this time."

Kakashi gently limped to her bedside, dismissing his own pain, and took her hand. It was cold and he rubbed his over hers for some warmth.

Her eyes fluttered open, a small smile forced across her lips, "I thought I was going to have to do this alone."

"Don't be silly."

"Are you okay to be out of bed?"

"Of course."

"Liar," she chuckled and her eyes drifted close.

"What's wrong with her?"

"It's the pain medication. It's the only thing she opted for," Tsunade replied watching the monitor, taking note of her heart rate, "she's been here for over ten hours already."

Kakashi wiped her forehead and suddenly her grip on his hand intensified and he tried not to show how much it hurt. Even in this state her grip was deadly. A low moan started at the back of her throat and rose to a keening cry before dying off.

He had never seen her in this much pain before.

"Kakashi, I need you to leave the room."

"No, I'm staying right here."

"I said-"

"And I said no."

"I hope your children are just as stubborn so you have a taste of your own medicine."

"Lets hope," he said with an eye crease. He turned his focus back to Sakura while Tsunade lifted the sheets.

She shot back up, her eyes widened, "Okay Sakura! It's time to-"

Another cry escaped her lips, "I can feel it. I need to … to ..."

"Come on then," Tsunade raised the head of the bed to aid Sakura in sitting up, Kakashi pulling on her arms.

Her roseate locks were matted against her head, her eyes were puffy and red and she looked so tired, so worn. He had never seen her like this, looking so fragile.

"Kakashi," her hand reached for his again and he took it, placing soft kisses along her knuckles.

"I'm right here."

"Ready Sakura?"

"Yes!"

For the Copy Nin there was no sound, no smell, no concept of time. He was focused solely on Sakura and the look of determination and agony on her face … and the crushing grip she had on his hand. Time stretched on like this for what felt like forever and then, suddenly her grimace faded and she rested back, exhausted, tears glistening in her eyes.

His senses began returning, and he slowly turned his head toward the tiny, but loud, crying noise.

"It's a boy."

"A boy," Sakura breathed, happiness evident in her voice.

He watched silently as Sakura's arms outstretched to receive a bundle of blankets, tiny arms emerging from within. She gasped and smiled, "He's so beautiful."

Kakashi met Tsunade's gaze who seemed incredibly happy herself. She nodded with a smug grin and he turned his eyes downward, taking in the pink flesh and little hands and dark green eyes and the head full of hair.

His world stopped and started at the same moment. He looked back to Sakura, her fatigue forgotten and the only thing he saw on her face now was love. He pressed his mouth to hers, sneaking a finger to his face and wiping away the rogue tear that managed to break loose. Tsunade smiled at them and picked up her chart, turning around to fill it out and give the new family a moment.

"I love you," he proclaimed happily.

"I love you too. Do you want to hold him?"

He nodded and held his arms out taking the baby carefully. Sakura watched him with a smile as he rubbed the child's small cheek with a finger.

He smiled to himself, "And I love you too. Welcome to the world Kenichi Hatake."

A/N: Sorry it took so long to add part two. Now that the sick people I was taking care of are better - I am now sick ... and with no one to take care of me -.-' I suppose that's how it goes. Hopefully part three will be up soon. Feedback is welcome and encouraged. Many thanks to those that already have. You guys rock ^_^