Summary: We all often make mistakes. Nevertheless, it's best we take it in stride and use the acquired knowledge as experience for the future. Unfortunately, it's impossible to move on when you end up making the same mistake. Twice. SasuNaru.
CH02:Premonition of Pain
School Courtyard—August
During a lunch break, they calculatedly isolated themselves in the destitute section of the courtyard, hidden away from the student population so they could engross in the latest addition to their relationship and make sense of everything.
Under the shadowy brush of trees, Naruto asked, "So you're not mad?" His small fingers neatly arranged Sasuke's bangs astride his forehead whilst a spear of vulnerability punctured the supposed casual question. The proprietary cocoon Sasuke established channeled consolation and comfort into the majestically rueful creature trapped between the pocket of his arms and the tall oak tree. Said boy ceased digging his right heel into the excessively mossy hill, his primping right hand falling to his side, pending the answer.
"Don't be ridiculous. Of course not."
Naruto's look cooled. "That's… a relief."
"Hn, I've been meaning to ask…" Sasuke's lowered his gape to the full lips quivering in wonderment, A batch of curiosity culminated in ripe blueberry eyes, oblivious to the thin mist of lust layering his boyfriend's mischievous face.
"Spend the night, tonight?" Naruto squawked as Sasuke swiftly seized his waist without forewarning.
"I won't take no for an answer," Sasuke mumbled gruffly, his nose brushing the other's, taunting the yearning mouth.
"Fucking tease—I was gonna say yes." Naruto's tilted his chin to meet the soft pair of lips beckoning his own.
Sasuke complied, before gently separated from the wanton pile of tenacity below him. "That's what I like to hear."
…
"Scoot over," Naruto demanded, thwacking Sasuke's face with one of the two pillows.
Astute about the sinister growl, Naruto slumped to the bed.
Amid the deed of moving over for the blond, he threateningly glared.
Naruto relaxed flat on his back with a satisfied wriggle into the sheets. A blue eye peaked over at Sasuke, a smugness assimilating his countenance. "Uh, uh, uh. I'm pregnant with your child, which means… retaliation is forbidden—at least until the little tike is born."
Sasuke grunted and glanced back at the flat screen hung on the opposite wall.
They laid next to each other as the sounds of the television show danced throughout the thick silence.
"So, um, S'ske… what do we do when this baby is born?"
Sasuke side glanced him. "Take care of them?"
Naruto's detriment sprouted. "You cynical bastard, I'm being serious. What about school? And like diapers and clothes and baby bottles?" Naruto felt the edge of the cashmere pillowcase, glad his stomach settled so they could finally discuss the matter in detail.
"I can change school arrangements and stay home with the baby…" Naruto pressed the auxiliary offer.
"You mean drop out of high school?" Sasuke asked, trying to confirm where Naruto was trying to navigate the conversation.
"No, not drop out—but like maybe attend online school or something?" He turned to Sasuke, inspecting his reaction.
"You don't have to leave high school, Naruto."
"I know, but I can do online school in the morning and then take care of the baby the rest of the day."
"You'd be willing to do that?"
"Yeah, I would. It'd be great bonding and I… wouldn't have to miss them or worry during the day… Because honestly, the idea of someone else babysitting our baby makes my stomach queasy… y'know?"
Sasuke found Naruto's hand. "How cute. You're already becoming an overprotective mom."
The comment couldn't have been anymore condescending than the tone that Sasuke said it in.
"Shut up," Naruto frowned. "At leastyouwon't have to quit your honor classes or… football," Naruto's voice lowered, as he tried hide the clandestine spike of stricken timidity.
Sasuke squeezed his soft hand, matching Naruto's tone. "What about soccer, Naruto? It's a cardinal part of your life and I know how much it means to you."
"But you're more important me… And I'd sacrifice anything for you." Naruto turned to his lover with a tortured smile. "And... I do love the sport with an undying passion but it's insignificant compared to the health and security of my child and second to your happiness."
"I respect how mature you are." Sasuke propped himself onto his elbow, pulling Naruto's hand to kiss. "And I love even more how much you love me."
"Thank you, S'ske."
Sasuke pulled a thoughtful expression, threading his digits into Naruto's.
"I think Kakashi would give me more hours in the garage if I…explain our predicament. I'll try to rake in more customers for cushion cash."
"Cushion cash?"
"I already make enough to fund all baby expenses. But I have to make sure you have enough money for all your necessities."
Naruto seemed to ease at the thought and touched Sasuke's neck tenderly. "Sole provider. Does that sound…scary...toyou?"
"Not in the slightest." Naruto could feel the generation authenticity of Sasuke's statement filtering through his gray eyes. "Actually quite the contrary, it actually makes me feel proud."
Not that the Uchiha needed an excuse to stroke his own ego.
The intense stare colored Naruto's cheeks strawberry red as he draped the silk sheet over his fingers, inhaling in a brisk wisp of air.
"I can't believe it. We'rehavinga baby." Naruto gleefully summarized, lighting the room up like an eternal candle.
Sasuke's hand journeyed to the shoulder blades of the younger boy, coaxing his mouth down for a simple kiss.
Something about Naruto's pregnancy made him want to love him even more—not sexually—platonically.
Sasuke's opaque prescience wasn't blinding him at all. He saw Naruto smiling with a baby in his arms, cooing at the small bundle of joy.
And the image was glorious.
He was more than glad he could grant Naruto such enjoyment, even though it was by accident.
He reached to kiss the soon—to—be mother of his child one last time before he spoke. "I've always thought about it, ever since you told me you could have children."
Naruto's stomach knotted as he forced down his stutters. "You mean you've wanted…to start a family… with me?"
Sasuke's sleek dark locks shagged around his face as he rested his head in his left hand, a lazy smile quirked on his lips. "To put it mildly."
Naruto tackled Sasuke back down to the bed, his full weight baring down on him. "I can't wait to give you a baby."
Naruto kissed at the juncture of Sasuke's neck and shoulder, heating his skin.
Sasuke's breath hesitated in his lungs. "You mean giveusa baby."
…
Blue eyes.
Big innocent blue eyes.
Sasuke watched, harmlessly drifting in the pool water.
Hopefully, their child had striking winsome azures like their beautiful mom—who happened covering his cerulean treasures up with a stupid pair of Ray Ban shades.
The setting sun blazed over the California mountainous horizon, stretching into the fluent waves of clear pool water and the granite pillars of the terrace.
Naruto was seated on the edge of slated pool's edge, kicking his perforated cuffed capris jeaned legs in the warm water.
"Did they fucking forget where the pool house is? It's been like an hour and a half." Naruto irely scrunched his nose.
"Knowing Kiba, the fucker probably made the wrong turn at Albuquerque with Shikamaru and Chouji in the back seat trying to decipher the map."
"Even though that sounds increasingly unlikely, I can still depict it in my head perfectly." Naruto was in awe; only Sasuke could make him grind his mental gears to exhaustion with his impractical scenarios.
"That's because you're discovering it's fact not fiction."
"Heh, maybe."
"Are you coming in the water?" Sasuke careered to Naruto.
Naruto observed the interchangeable hues of violet, torrents of sapphires, delaying the immediate answer of Sasuke's question. It always served as quick entertainment to absorb the curves of impatient resentment twisting on the corner of his mouth, marring his indifferent personality.
"No, I don't feel like it…" Naruto admitted distantly, distractedly pushing his shades up.
"Why? Do you have cramps again?"
"No…" The slight breeze hauled the brisk wonders off to yonder. "I feel…mm…okay today."
"Then," Sasuke pulled off the unnecessary pair of shades, "Come in."
Sasuke's heart leapt at the innate clarity of the aquamarine gems. Beaming. So lively. So defiant.
Yes. Their child definitely had to have those eyes.
"I said no."
Sasuke watched the birth of agitation on the gorgeous fox-shaped face. Anticipation hiked in the warm air as Sasuke discarded of the glasses to the poolside goadingly.
Naruto allowed the Uchiha to dampen his pants with droplets trickling from the splash adventure but that's all he was permitting to get wet.
"I'm not a fish, and this is not a shower. I'mnotcoming in." Naruto's eyes narrowed even further at Sasuke's complacent foreboding attitude.
Sasuke remained quiescent, his index finger tracing his bronze velour calves.
"I'm not," Naruto grittily reiterated.
"Alright."
Naruto was revoltingly irresistible when he was being stubborn.
"You don't have to come in voluntarily because—" A rapid jerk and an explosion of water erupted the solemn tranquil of the water. He had no time to shriek at the surprise attack as a mouthful of chlorinated water sought fill of his gaping mouth. Naruto struggled to the surface, concerned about his buoyancy, sputtered out the clear liquid frantically.
He clamored the water with his fists, disbelieving of the soggy garments clinging to his body as tightly as a second layer of skin.
"Sasuke! I said Ididn'twant to come in!"
Sasuke torpidly admired the pouty lips posed in a fiery jamboree of satanic rage and the textured fringe of sunshine framing the semblance of perfection attached to the swan-like neck.
Flawless.
Sasuke disregarded the blossoming ferocity and serenaded the wet kitten, summoning his finger pads to the submerged torso. He drew the paddling boy closer, priding on the reflexive grip he secured around his neck.
"You bastard, you know I can't swim." Sasuke smirked at the fussy cool to his hot head.
Sasuke balanced Naruto in his strong arms, preventing him from subduing to the water ripples. "How about learning?"
"I don't care for water."
"But swimming is good for the pregnancy. It reduces fatigue and regulates oxygen circulation in the body, tones muscles and helps you sleep much better," Sasuke informed righteously.
Silence consumed the fourteen year old as he digested the facts. "You could have just said that, so I could have at least considered it or maybe even dressed for the occasion."
"Where would be fun in that? The best things in life are spontaneous," Sasuke mused.
"Spontaneous? Streaking is spontaneous. Car jackings are spontaneous. The big bang was spontaneous. This? Premeditated fuckery." Naruto glared refraining from kiss distance. He didn't want to be undermined with a kiss, something Sasuke periodically did to silence his anger.
Sasuke's "fun" actually constituted the notorious doghouse—for disobedience.
"Furthermore—if you wanted to see the contours of my body, you could've just asked." Naruto traded a hostile card for a seductive one when he felt Sasuke's hand venture to his exposed back.
"Consider this asking." Sasuke embellished the wet mouth with a hoard of delectable kisses, his tongue coaxing Naruto's, teasingly gliding across the aggressive muscle as a shard of lust tapering away the previous abstention Sasuke attempted to uphold in honor of Naruto's adjustment to pregnancy; but there was only so much sexual deprivation he could weather.
Naruto suddenly pulled away, panting with half-lidded, salacity darkened eyes. Comforting his legs on Sasuke's pelvis bone, he attacked the flesh coating Sasuke's adam's apple, nails biting into the weight-training toned shoulders. A concurrent massage of Naruto's chest apprised the blond of the heat seeking missiles twisting at the erect nipples trapped behind the thin sticky cotton fabric.
A faint gasp from the pregnant blond reunited Sasuke with the teetering brink of reality.
"Mm," Naruto removed his canines from the throat and reclined to caressing the pale neck with soft lips. "Don't stop," the plead came out more like a fervent demand.
"But they're coming soon," Sasuke's weak choppy voice reminded him.
"Don't tell me you're scared?" Sasuke could feel the mocking smile coil against his jugular.
"Who said I was?" Sasuke retorted.
"You did. Short term memory loss, Uchiha? You're the one who said the best things in life are spontaneous."
Sasuke assumed that to be a double entendre for this unexpected trench of desire and the batch of stars expanding in his belly every day.
No matter the implication—it lit Sasuke's lantern.
In the throes of imperiled pride, Sasuke thrust Naruto against the cemented pool periphery, unbuckling Naruto's white leather belt hastily, pleasured to find Naruto free of undergarments.
"Commando?" Sasuke deliberated, breathless, then brandishing the dazed blond with a chaste kiss.
Naruto kissed back softly, "Hm, let's just say you're not as spontaneous as you think you are." Naruto onto the ledge of purchase, his free arm locked around the Uchiha's neck.
Naruto's raspy response rang bells of truth but left Sasuke wondering if his urges were obvious even though he tried to privatize temptation.
Naruto shimmed out of his right pant leg, his hand delving into Sasuke's trunks, kneading the erection slowly.
Naruto's ears trained to Sasuke's low hiss of pleasure as he pressed his thumb into the slit, examining the personal cinematograph of expressions crossing Sasuke's face: Gratification. Staid. Contentious revenge?
A hit of pleasure invaded Naruto as fingers curled beyond his entrance. A slice of pain severed his stroking pace on Sasuke's member but it quickly disappeared.
Sasuke aluminum gray eyes challenged Naruto's attempt at dominance as he created a constant rhythm in the sweet orifice, the water providing adequate lubricate.
The volleys of pleasure almost cost him a premature orgasm. Noetic, Naruto threw his arm back around Sasuke's shoulder as his nails clawed into both surfaces.
"F-fuck—hurry up. Stop playing with me. Fuck me. Now," Naruto growled like a lion, apparently short of breath.
Sasuke smirked, pressing a kiss on full swollen lips, the searing delight of the firm wet muscles smashed against his dank clothing, silencing the tan boy for the time being.
Pulling away, blasé to Naruto's wants, he whispered against the wet mouth. "You're so sexy when you think you're in control."
Naruto scoffed. Who was he think he was he to think he was the initiator of this operation?
He wasn't going to beg for it like a dog with a bone. Literally.
It was demeaning.
The head prodded at the thoroughly stretched hole, tentatively, as a lewd moan straddled his ear cartilage as Sasuke successfully sheathed himself inside the hot cavern.
"Mmm, it's so good to not have to feel you through plastic." Naruto disjointedly muttered.
"Ah, tell me about it." Sasuke quickly pecked him.
Sasuke's hard thrusts were raw and violent, teetering on brutal. Naruto commended the insane pace—it was what he thrived on. An equal exchange of effort was exerted when Naruto met every single thrust, possessed by the pleasure. After an enumeration of ecstasied moans and gruff groans, hands seeding and pulling on dark, god being called and blood-drawing bites on the juncture between his neck and shoulders, Naruto felt his orgasm knocking at his doorstep. And it was oh, so welcome.
"S'skeeee… Fuck, I'm gonna—cum."
Sasuke joined their water slicked bodies together for a sadistically randy kiss. "M-me too."
"Hey, can you guys stop making out?"
Sasuke's strokes to his prostate came to an abrupt halt. Naruto whimpered collapsing against the pool edge.
Fucking Kiba.
Sasuke pulled away, looking at haughty Inuzuka on the terrace.
Shikamaru and Chouji greeted them and sat at the circular, titanium outdoor table, drained.
"Before we all get pregnant."
Naruto hatefully glared at Kiba, and turned back to the apologetic expression on the Uchiha's face. "Already beat you to that one." Naruto grumbled, earning a stern glower from Sasuke.
He felt Sasuke's softened member withdraw from his wanton ass in a slow deliberate motion.
Being interrupted was always a pet peeve of his—theirs.
"Sasuke, wait. I have to finish. I was almost—" But Sasuke climbed out of the pool, despite his pleas.
Naruto gave a frustrated growl, pulling his jeans back on. "I hate Kiba."
October 4
It had been almost two months since Naruto had found out he was pregnant. What a hell of a two months.
They had gone to their first free clinic checkup on their anniversary—September 5th. After a few tests, the doctor determined the eight week old fetus was completely healthy.
Naruto was initially shocked he was that far along. He was even more confused when the doctor told them the date of conception was July 18th.
That's when Sasuke opportunistically reminded him July 18th was the day he returned from Tokyo and "expressed" just how much he missed him—after the awkward dinner with Kushina and Minato. His sunshine blushed, finding it a little strange he got pregnant at his house when they were intimate at Sasuke's house and the pool house much more frequently. The night was pleasurably long and exhausting. It wasn't farfetched that after their crazy, sexual rendezvous, there was a bun baking in his oven.
The coalition of medical members prescribed prenatal vitamins for the first trimester and recommended the pregnancy-safe Tylenol.
They also warned Naruto to refrain from heavy activities, but more importantly stress. It wouldn't be difficult for his young body to naturally abort the baby at the first sign of anguish.
Sasuke soaked up all the information like a sponge, making sure he imbedded it in his memory banks. He didn't want any complications with his first child. Especially anything that could be caused by his lack of knowledge.
When he glimpsed over to see how Naruto was fairing, he saw him imbibing the precautions, conducting an absentminded stroke session with his abdomen with an attentive white faced stare.
Sasuke gingerly touched him and he seemed to snap out of the trance.
Smiling, he said he didn't want to miss anything.
Sasuke's sentiment exactly.
After the checkup, they returned to the pool house, and Naruto posted the due date on a sheet of paper in his fast calligraphy styled handwriting:April 14, 2010. Boy or Girl?
Quickly after, in red sharpie he sculpted a perfect heart around the rushed scribble. It was oddly fitting to the orderly master bedroom, taped center-stage on their headboard.
Naruto kneeled in the bed with uncharted glee—a silly smile planted on his face.
In a flash, lips collided with his, a prompt, 'Iloveyou, Sasuke Uchiha. Forever and Always.'
Delightful and unpredictable to say the least.
Like a week prior, when Naruto asked him to not buy him anything for their anniversary. After requesting clarification, he told him with an honest smile, and elation gleaming subterranean blue eyes with that he had given everything he could possibly ever want—and more; and it would be excessive for him to ask for a gift.
"You are my gift."
Naruto's sincerity wrapped him in a sweltering blanket.
He genially smiled, embracing him with a whisper Naruto would never forget. "My one and only…"
…
Naruto tried to contain his violent mood swings but the notion was simpler than the action.
His hormones were blaring and it was hard to ignore their bright signals—like they were encouraging him to act like a buffoon.
He had already gotten kicked out of Asuma's biology class for the third time in one week for giggling like a hyena on crack. It was like he bought the tickets to an awful Broadway show of his misbehaviors and he couldn't leave nor pull the front stage curtains. He wanted a refund but that was impossible.
He just wished he didn't have to watch himself act up anymore. It was unbearably embarrassing.
Like they didn't talk about him enough. He was the hot topic on everyone's gossip list along with Sasuke, and their friends. So much so, their peers could write and publish a tabloid about them—The Sasuke and Naruto Times.
Their fathers' status caused them to be the center of attention—along with their infallible relationship.
It was a fine line between flattery and imitation. Admiration and Envy. Fascination and obsession.
Either making up stories or gushing.
Annoying.
He just didn't want to give them anything else to talk about—which was a task.
The one day in Biology he held it together, he bawled.
"I can't do this. Look at him lying there all helpless and lifeless." Naruto flopped the frog on the metal plate, tears streaming down his face as he sniffled. "This was someone's child. How can you guys just cut them like that?" He pointed to his lab partners open frog accusingly.
"Monster." He whispered, scandalously.
"You're all monsters! Especially you, Mr. Sarutobi, you—"
Luckily, Sasuke pulled him out the class before he said something he would otherwise regret.
Yes, exiting his first trimester was a challenge.
But what was even harder was quitting soccer.k
He tried to be bulletproof when he turned in his jersey—number 23—but failed.
Miserably.
Once again, Sasuke was there to help him, and hold him for as long as he needed.
Yes, sacrifice was a challenge.
Thankfully, he remembered his unborn child's welfare when he walked out of the locker room for the last time.
…
October 7
Naruto was feeling bold today.
No, fierce.
He didn't get up a single time last time to throw up. A new record.
And this morning—4 a.m.—he was not bunkered over the toilet with the gross Japanese herb concoction Sasuke made to calm his stomach.
He was invincible today.
Snug in an amorous blue, Hollister hoodie, correlated with gray fitted cuff sweat pants and timberwolf gray and white Vans, he weaved through the sea of seniors and approached his entourage.
"Hey," He chimed reaching down to press a friendly kiss on his blonde counterpart's cheek.
"Hey, doll. How are you this grotesque morning?" Ino asked in her faux British accent, curling the cuffs of her taupe dyed denim jacket, fixing her cleavage revealing magenta blouse and her waist length French braided tresses.
"Grotesque?" Naruto cocked a brow.
The sun was unopposed by a single cloud at a crispy seventy degrees.
She must have been mistaken.
"Ignore her—she was hanging out with Mr. Webster last night because Karin called her a dunce." Shikamaru revealed.
"Oh." Naruto nodded with understanding.
"You're not dumb… Not interested in academics maybe. But not—stupid." Naruto awkwardly patted her back.
"Thank you, Naruto. I needed to hear that." She stuck her tongue at the slouched Shikamaru.
"You shouldn't lie so early in the morning. It's bad karma for the rest of the day." Naruto turned to Kiba with a dismissive smile.
"Good morning to you too, Kiba."
Temari's neon blond tame shoulder-length barrel curls bounced as she folded floral fabric in her lap.
"Hey, there." Naruto kissed on the teal eyed sophomore's make-up free cheek bone.
"Hello, sweetheart. How are you?"
"I'm fine," Naruto's azure irises winnowed cheer as apricot skin tone glowed, adorned with an attractive blush. His lips were noticeably fuller and lush, and his hair was luminous nestled on his forehead dangling against sweeping obsidian lashes.
Sasuke stopped drinking his tea, his pores inhaling Naruto's exuberant radiance.
Naruto walked over and lifted Sasuke's chin with his index finger and gave an affectionate kiss, draining the stamina from him in a simple romantic gesture.
Naruto was so fucking amazing.
"Bonjour, mi amour."
"Good morning." Sasuke almost forgot how to speak, unable to grasp Naruto's enhanced appearance.
He sat down next to him, resting his head on his broad shoulder.
"I didn't get a kiss," Kiba and Sai said in unison.
"…What?" Naruto looked malleable as his adorable eye contact caused the boys to glimmer with hope.
"I want a kiss," Sai said adamantly.
"Me too. Right here." The shaggy haired brunette pointed to slyly curled lips.
"Me first."
Sasuke mentally fumed, cracking his knuckles.
Temari chuckled. Was she the only one that noticed Sasuke was prepared to snap their necks in front of the entire student body and hang their bodies from the railings?
"Solution: kiss each other." Naruto didn't crack a smile. "You got jokes you two, nice."
"Too many for my personal taste. Both you idiots know he's been taken since we were like five." Ino rolled her powder blue eyes, unlatching her tote digging for homework.
"SO," Kiba muttered under his breath.
"Actually, it was two, three." Ino paused and thoughtfully tapped her chin.
"Ino."
"Mm?" She glanced at the stoic Uchiha oblivious to his noxious wrath. "Alright. Jeez, take a joke and call us in the morning."
"S'ske, m'gonna tell my mom today," Naruto mumbled, a deft optimism evident in his voice.
Sasuke's jaw wound tight. "Are you sure you want to tell her?"
"Yeah, I think it'd be better telling her first. Hypothetically speaking, I can't anticipate my father's reaction and I don't really…" Naruto blew a quiet sigh. "feel like dealing with that blow out at the moment… I just think I should tell at least one parent for moral support. And… in about another month or two, the proof'll be irrefutable."
"Call me after you tell her, alright?" Sasuke's gray eyes urged Naruto even more than his words.
"Yes, sir," Naruto beamed, reaching for his bottled ice tea.
Sasuke couldn't shake the feeling that this was the first crack in their glass.
He was just waiting for the rest to shatter.
…
A lithe but voluptuous woman, not much differ in their height, hair as red as habanero pepper, personality vibrantly steamy. Eyes compared to the depth of the ocean's deep and wisdom amounting to the Milky Way's vast scatter of stars.
Naruto inhaled deeply.
She was characteristically dressed in a humble summer dress; the curtain of red hair flowing down her body, unperturbed in the abnormally large living area, the blond sauntered from the dizzying spiral staircase.
"Hey, Mom," Naruto said hiding his shaking hands behind his back.
"Hey Naru. What's up? You alright?" She studied his person checking her baby for any visual flaw. Finding none, she returned clueless back to her tense aura.
"I'm fine, I'm fine. Do you…uh, have a minute?" He carefully took a step to the three piece sofa in his black cotton socks.
He couldn't believe he was crumbling now; he was supposed to be fierce today. But human nature was outsmarting him in the utmost defiling way—through his confidence. The confidence that seemed to have departed long before he stepped from his bedroom.
"Sure. Is there something wrong?" Naruto dolefully shook his head, taking place next to his mother.
He took her delicate hands into his own, her face swirling with confusion. "Naruto…"
"Let me be frank." A shadow cast over his mother as Naruto struggled to continue. "I'm pregnant."
"What…?" Her eyes veiled with doubt.
"I said, I'm pregnant." She yanked her hands away, the broken gates unleashing betrayal on her features.
"Naruto—pregnant? You're fourteen. You're a child. How…How could you?"
"How could I what?"
"Do this to this family. Your father… Oh my God your father…" She shook her head, her hands dawdling.
"I never intended on getting pregnant. You have to believe that."
She didn't.
"I'm assuming it'sthatboy's."
"Of course it's Sasuke's, Mom, who else's would it be?"
"I don't know Naruto… How many…" She pointed to his stomach.
"I'm almost three months." He bit his tongue.
"Three months?"
"Yes, but I'm perfectly healthy. Sasuke's been taking me to the clinic for prenatal care regularly. I've been eating a variety of meals and exercising like recommended. Everything's perfect."
She was silent, not convinced of anything.
"I can't believe this." Naruto shivered at the tone of drenched disappointment.
"It's not the end of the world mom. Me and Sasuke will take care of this baby and give it all the love and dedication a child could ever want."
He stopped realizing that no matter what he said she was still going to give that dead, empty look. Swallowing the boulder in his throat he had said what he was most concerned about.
"Mom, please don't tell Dad. I kind of want… to tell him on my own terms."
He saw the vexed shiver travel through her but still received no reply.
"Mom, please promise," He snapped in desperation.
"I won't tell him." All flares of sadness, disbelief, and anger were disposed of, leaving behind a frostbitten blizzard.
She left the room and Naruto bristled.
He never knew something could be so cold.
…
TBC.
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Preview; Number CH03
Abysmal crystalline rivers poured down claret cheeks as he pleaded into identical cyan eyes. "Daddy."
Minato painfully averted his gaze, feeling his heart clench at the sobs coloring maroon walls.
He couldn't remember the last time Naruto called him daddy… Swallowing a thick batch of saliva, he dealt with his arteries condense into an orb of forlorn shame.
Not willing to acquiesce, Naruto's hand strangled pale appendages, as tremors rocked his waning frame. "D-Daddy, please. I-I… I don't want to. Please."
UNT—NKY.
I'm finishing out high school and I won't be able to update as often. I will when I can. Sorry.