"I think we should do the entire thing orange."
"I think if you don't want to be sleeping on the couch for the next seven months, you'll not even try to offer that again."
"But Sakura, it's a such good colour! It's strong and bright and happy and—"
"Entirely too much for a nursery."
The pair were sitting on the floor of the empty room, looking at the four walls as if the answer to their dilemma would jump off the tan coloured paint.
"Totally is not! This is my kid, we're talking about!" The look Sakura shot at the blonde nearly drove him from all motivation to voice his input, and he immediately shut up before he continued on with his 'reasoning.'
"Our kid, you mean. Which means it's half me, too," she corrected him, rolling her eyes. They had only found out she was pregnant a month ago just as she hit the first month mark, and had since moved into a small house in preparation for the new arrival—which was a fairly nice upgrade from the miniscule apartment they had started out in nine years before, when they had both graduated high school. The move had already been in the works even before the news of the baby had come about, but now the incentive was there and the transition had followed (basically) without a hitch. Excluding the morning sickness.
"Yeah, that," he replied a bit dejectedly, and lay back on the floor to stare at the ceiling. Sakura just watched him for a moment before sighing and followed suit, hands instinctively settling over her still-flat stomach. From the corner of her eye she could see his mouth quirk upwards in a smile.
"What you grinning about, Sunshine?" she asked him. Turning her head to look over at the blonde, she couldn't help but reflect the expression. He looked sheepish, and turned on his side, using his arm to prop himself up and look down.
"I'm excited, 's all," he replied simply. His grin grew, and he laughed. "I just hope I'll be a good dad, is all."
The remark made her shake her head, and she raised a hand to pat his cheek affectionately. "Nah. You'll be great. But you're gonna be wrapped around its finger so tight, you won't know what to do with yourself." He pouted, but didn't refute the statement.
"What do you want it to be?" he asked softly, and reached out to cover her hand with his, squeezing gently. She let out a thoughtful hum, and closed her eyes for a moment.
"I don't know. But I hope it gets my hair." She peaked through the corner of her eye at the scowling blonde, and laughed.
"No way. What if it's a boy? It would never get over the jokes asking if it was real or not!" he protested, missing the teasing tone that she had delivered the words in.
"Oh, so it has to be blonde, huh? And get called dumb all the time?" she countered with a grin, amused to see the man get so uppity about something as silly as their child's hair colour. "Well, I guess if it is half your kid…"
"Hey!"
"Shhhh, relax." She paused a moment, and then continued. "It might be red, you know. Your mom's was, and so was my dad's. So I guess that's a higher chance than pink or blonde."
The thought seemed to soothe his mind. "I guess that's better than pink." At the brow that was raised at him, he reddened. "Not that pink is necessarily bad! Well, for a boy…"
"Am I getting the hint that you want it to be a boy, then?" she questioned, and he shrugged, but didn't deny. Sakura chewed her lip, and resumed looking up at the ceiling. "I just want it to be happy, you know? I just want to raise it right. Boy or girl or pink or red or blonde haired or tall or short or just… You get it."
Naruto leaned over and kissed her forehead, and she could feel the smile on his lips as he did it. "You're gonna be a great mom to it. I know it. And we'll be the best parents a kid could have and it'll go around bragging about how awesome we are and it'll be smart like you and oh so charming like me and just be our little ball of sunshine, okay?"
"But you're already my sunshine, Sunshine."
"Well, I guess you have to get used to having more than one, huh?"
She smiled. "I don't think that'll be a problem."