Upon Arrival
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Kakashi was almost back to Konohagakure.
The mission had taken three months and a lot of sweat and blood, but the small rouge group had finally been taken out.
He was rushing home to see her, to see his Sakura.
She must be very round now, or maybe the baby has been born. He thought
The no communication during the time he and his anbu team infiltrated kept him guessing.
Her eyes, I want the baby to have her eyes. And her smile
He was giddy with need to see her, he hadn't dared let himself go down this train of thought while out on the mission but now on his way home he let his thoughts get flooded with them.
He was three hours out when he was ambushed. He had saved his younger anbu member, the cost was his own life.
By the time the patrol got to Kakashi's team, the one young member was the only one left alive, the rest of his team and their opponents lay dead. The young member, Hoshi, debriefed to the on-the-scene anbu when his story was interrupted by the arrival of a pink haired lady carrying a baby.
Haruno Sakura
He may have never spoken a word to her in his life but he knew her right away, not from her reputation as a medical-nin master but in a more personal manner. He knew her from the picture Hatake- tiacho pulled out every night before sleep; he knew her from the few moments Kakashi spoke about something other than the mission.
The baby must be his, he thought.
Hoshi looked upon the family; Sakura's face streaming with tear clutching her child and her husband's cold hand.