.o32 Homemade
When she was pregnant she began to knit, or crochet for that matter. Two needles were extremely difficult if not frustrating, especially when you were trying to find shit to do when you were obviously swollen much akin to a beach balloon. Crochet was 'safer' as deemed by the over protective but approving husband that loomed at every corner or the back of rooms, like an evil tiki statue. Since the needles were not sharp, or very pointy, and the danger was decreased to one needle, a blunt, hooked contraption that made many a first lumpy scarf, pawned off to Kakashi and Naruto than her loving 'husband' hoping to make him something that was perfect then a struggling first. Yet again, Tenten told her she should make clothes for her baby or babies rather then for some one who wouldn't appreciate the simplicity of a homemade gift. But she battened down her hatches; once she was figured to be pregnant the genius criminal that took over Konoha easily forced her to stay at home and off her feet even when there was no swell in her belly.
First they fought over it, useless words and his strong bands for arms shoving her in to the soft cushions that made up the sofa. Constantly she'd sneak off to the hospital explaining to the retired sannin her situation. Of course the blond eyed her first in admiration of fighting back against a hokage that was older then her grandfather who happened to be her self-proclaimed hubby. But she also told the pinkette quietly that he had the right to be cautious when it came to offspring, after all he and Sasuke were reviving a once 'corrupted' clan. Eventually he fond her in a spitting whirlwind, not exactly rage but a vague yet stoic disappointment at her lack of better judgment on the treatment of her body and the over taxation being a medic ninja cold have.
So she resided her self to sitting upon the sofa like a good wife, or pregnant woman should. Every once in a while, puking up the contents of her stomach and or demanding exotic foods that made Karin's pregnancies look like child's play in the magnitude of her needs. To keep her self-busy other then doing paper work and dictating nurses around from a wheeling chair, she took up crochet. It would be sort of quaint for her children to have some homemade items rather then purchasing everything form an expensive store. Though Madara didn't agree with her notion, she gave in to her pouty lower lip and the sad excuse she told him she became just sitting there.
The first few things that she flitted out were lump scarves and as mentioned earlier they were partitioned off to her silver haired sensei and the adorable lump of a blonde. Quickly they got better, once they girl started to catch her self on what went wrong, and then other things besides scarves popped out from the one hooked needle. Came out little gender equal colored booties with little fan buttons, a hooded long sleeve jacket with the same fan decal on the buttons and the back of the neck and a beanie with ear flaps. Once about a set of three baby clothes popped out of her yarn stores her brain worked on making the man who made her 'miserable', miserable by making gifts that he'd either wear around the house or dump in to the closet with the dirty laundry. First came a scarf, red and black to match the sharigan that distinguished the now small clan. Second came a beanie, to cover his darkly haired head, by this time she was huge and quite agitated when bothered from something she'd enjoy doing. Right before the child came her last homemade gift came for the Uchiha, a surprising thing indeed. Instead of some wild print and silky like they were always made of, it was a frilly pink man thong. For some time she was harping on him wearing something this skimpy when wooing her in to the large love nest.
But making it pink and frilly, that was just emasculating him. Other then it being homemade, which wasn't a bad thing it was the construction of the damn thing. What woman really would want to see their ripped 'husband' or bastard as Sakura duly called him in a pink and frilly man thong? So far he didn't appreciate homemade things like that any more, sure he approved of the whole sweater/scarf caper but not, pink, gay thongs. Only until a six-month radius of their twin sons being born would he appreciate the whimsy of that item of clothing, since it became something that she'd not say no to.