Love Child
A Shikatema Fanfic
Disclaimer:I own nothing
Ch-4
3 days after Temari left Suna
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My head was in the toilet yet again. I think it was the smell of dumplings that made me hurl this time. While I was traveling I often had to stop to hurl in a bush; it extended the length of time it usually takes to get to Konaha. If nothing made me sick again, I could be to Konaha by nightfall.
"Damn pregnancy," I cursed as I got up and flushed the toilet.
I went to the sink and rinsed out my mouth with water. I sighed when I looked in the mirror. I looked about as good as I felt, which was crappy. I smoothed my hair, and washed my hands.
I left the restaurant quickly after paying for my uneaten dumplings.
I set back out on the road, in hopes of reaching Konaha soon.
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I was happy to see the large gate of Konaha; it meant I made it.
The sun had set about an hour back and but I didn't stop. But now I am glad that I was finally here.
I was smiling as I walked through the lit up streets. Though my great mood didn't seem to make it to Shikamaru's front door.
I knocked to no avail, it seemed he wasn't home. I sighed and then sat down against his door and waited.
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It had been about half an hour when Shikamaru finally decided to show his face.
"Temari?" he said with a shocked look on his face.
"Hi crybaby."
He walked closer to me. Then I smelt his cologne. Oh no, it was nauseating.
"What are you doing here?"
I clapped my hand over my mouth and my nose.
"I need to use your washroom."
"O ... Kay?" he said sounding confused.
"Now Shikamaru!"
He saw my face and I am pretty sure he could tell I was about to lose my cookies. He quickly unlocked his apartment and gave me directions to his bathroom. I ran.
Thankfully I made it to the toilet in time. Shikamaru came in to ask if I was alright.
"Do I sound alright?" I asked between heaving the contents of my stomach out.
"What can I do to help?" he asked.
"Take of that damn cologne!" I snapped at him.
He looked confused for a second, but then it looked like he realized it was nausea that was causing me to toss my cookies. He took a wet cloth and rubbed his neck with it. Thankfully the smell disappeared quickly.
I sighed when I stopped hurling. I don't know if it was because the smell was gone or the fact I no longer had anything to throw up.
I got up and flushed the toilet. I walked to his sink and rinsed my mouth out. I also splashed my face with water; I was sweating.
"Temari? Are you pregnant?" he asked.
Five points to crybaby. He isn't called a genius for no reason, I guess.
"Yes, and it's yours."
An:/Teehee