Well, I've never been pregnant before, so forgive me if this sounds a bit... meh.
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"Three months early... Isn't that a bad thing?" Kisame asked as he and Sasori sat outside in the hallway. They were trying to drown out Hinata's screaming with a conversation. Kisame, however, only had gripping conversations with a rich psycho-maniac who was madly in love with his wife. He had never spoken to a normal person before. Sasori shrugged. "I've never had a baby before, let alone one three months early. Must be premature." Kisame nodded, letting Hinata's constant screaming take over the silence.
"Gosh. I hope the baby's alright." Kisame scratched the back of his head. "Yeah. Hinata, too." Sasori added.
Then, after another few minutes of 'silence', Kisame started speaking again.
"Do you think Hinata hates me now?" he asked, looking upward to the ceiling. Sasori shook his head. "She wouldn't hate you. Unless she had a good reason." he said. The screaming subsided for the time being, which was pleasant to the ears. "I killed her husband, and now her whole life could be fricked up because of that." Sasori shook his head. "I got a bunch of money from that convention we went to. I can take care of it." Kisame sighed, still morbid. "But I put about twenty other people out of the job. You know, maids and butlers and stuff." He ran a hand through his hair. "They'll get over it." Sasori waved dismissively.
"But..." Kisame started again.
"Hey, I hear something." Sasori paused to listen.
A baby's cry.
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"Oh my god, Hinata."
"Yes, Deidara. He's beautiful."
"No, no, Hinata. Oh my god."
Hinata giggled, leaning on Deidara's shoulder as he sat down beside her.
"He's so tiny." He whispered, hesitantly touching the baby's head. It opened its eyes, wider than ever, and gave him the biggest grin a baby could give. Deidara felt like he could cry. "He has your grin, Deidara." Hinata smiled and looked at Deidara, who gave her a small kiss. "He has your eyes, too." She added, letting her fingers lightly trace his cheek.
A nurse walked into their room. "Have you decided on a name, Mrs. Hyuga?" she asked. Hinata looked at Deidara, who shrugged. "Whatever you want to call him, Hinata." She looked at the baby one more time, then said,
"Yuki."
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A few minutes after they took the baby back to the nursery, Hinata and Deidara were alone again. While Hinata thumbed through a magazine, Deidara paced around the room, nervously fingering the ring in his pocket. Then, after a few good minutes of that, he said, "You know, the nurse called you 'Mrs'." Hinata closed her magazine and looked up at him, blushing a little. "Y-Yes. She did." she answered softly. Walking over to her side, Deidara took out the same velvet box and held it out for her to see. Hinata smiled, touching the heart of the ring fondly. "It's beautiful, Deidara." she whispered, looking at the ring and then him. "Yes, you are." Deidara was looking straight at her, and she felt her heart beat faster. "We got interrupted before, but now I think I can ask." he knelt down on one knee, his hand over hers. "Oh, Deidara, you already know my answer." Hinata felt tears of happiness in the corners of her eyes. "I want you to be sure." He cleared his throat and proceeded to stare into her eyes.
"Hinata Hyuga, will you be my wife?"
She nodded, showing him a large smile, and whispered, "Yes, of course."
Deidara grinned and stood up, slipping the ring on her ring finger. He leaned down to kiss her, and they wrapped their arms around each other. She scooted over so that he could lay beside her, and he did. She rested her head on his chest, and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"I love you, Hinata. I love you so much." he whispered into her hair. She smiled, feeling sleepiness tug at her eyes. "I love you, too... Deidara." Deidara felt her slump against him, and he let her sleep soundly in his arms.
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They found Itachi's body a couple days after Hinata gave birth. Apparently - and surprisingly - he survived the fall and was able to walk a mile away and into the forest land. This feat scared Hinata to death because they told her that both his legs were broken and he was bleeding all over. He took a knife that he had and carved their names into a tree. "Hinata + Itachi =" There was a heart around it, but the space after the equals sign was blank.
Itachi was insane. But before he was insane, he was in love. He loved Hinata, his student, his wife, unconditionally. Hinata could say that she loved him too, but then that would be a kind of pity for him. Truthfully, she never loved Itachi as anyone but her high school math teacher. She could hardly remember the first few years after their marriage, but of what she has heard, Itachi wasn't at all the man he turned out to be. He became insane, she guessed, when he sensed that they were going to be separated both physically and emotionally.
At the funeral, Hinata cried. Not because he was a lost love, but because of what he had to go through because of her. She was his lost love. He felt heartbreak seventy times, caught his wife cheating on him, hit his wife, and desperately clung to her until the very end. If she had gone through that, she was sure that she would have done the same thing he did.
Then she wondered what her life would have been like if Deidara hadn't left so many years ago. She remembered that she found so many negative things about him leaving. But now, in a new light, it wasn't such a sin after all. If he hadn't left, for example, seeing him again wouldn't feel as overwhelmingly passionate as it was now. She wouldn't have had the things she had now, like a baby in her arms and enough money to support it. And, she wouldn't have met Kisame, one of her new best friends. She wouldn't have a part in this happy ending.
Now she was getting married to Deidara, happier than she was and happier than she ever will be. Just as she imagined, the love of her life was standing before her, dressed in the best tux they could afford, and smiling back at her, saying "I do." She did the same, and soon they were kissing, and soon again walking down the aisle.
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Er... LAST CHAPTER.
If it's bad, it's because my idea machine ran out of juice at the last minute ._. I was trying to go for the whole 'reflection' thing, but I don't think it worked...
(Now there are bugs with WINGS in my room! Scary as fuck because by brother tried killing one and it flew away to who-knows-where!)
EPILOGUE NEXT.