\Hevo, I finally finished The Wedding Planner and I hope everyone was pleased with the ending xD
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Since I completed that, let's jump "head" first into this story now? [excuse the pun, I couldn't help myself]
Ahem, now I can focus completely on this. Does that sound good? Yes? Good #.-
Thank you for all your reviews last time for this story. I love you guys. –tears up-
Oh yes, last chapter there was a formatting error with the italicizing at the end -_-
I apologize for the confusion. It was supposed to be italicized because all of these chapters are chronological flashbacks.
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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.
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"My life with you means everything, so I won't give up that easily."
-Daughtry
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CH05: Torrid
November 11
Naruto was stationed outside the small antique shop with a caustic liquid burning the tissue of his throat. His hand continually navigated toward and away from the establishment's metal entrance handle. With every waking nanosecond his confidence waned as he stood here procrastinating.
Today, he had to tell his boss, Tsunade, that he was… pregnant.
While he didn't expect a particularly great outcome, this was something that he had to do.
For two years, he worked for her as a regular employee at the antique shop and also a part time accountant, calculating finances in her downtown, Los Angeles casino. Gifted with special math abilities, he was the perfect individual to sift through the economic affairs and the only person she trusted to balance her check book.
She was his unrelated grandma that was fortunately independent of his fucked up family. She disciplined him and gave him stellar advice like they were family. He knew she loved him, and he loved her too.
Consequently, he was scared the news might break her heart.
She could have an array of responses, but if she decided to throw him under the bus, like the rest of his family, he wouldn't be surprised.
Sadly, he was accustomed to it.
All he needed to do now was swallow what little pride remained and tell her what she deserved to know.
"Granny." Naruto opened the predominantly glass door, the clang of the small shop's bell awakening the sandy haired blonde woman postponed senses. Ceasing the revision of her taxes behind the counter, she looked to the mousy blond sneaking to a free stool in the antique shop.
She flipped her long braid over shoulder, eyes the shade of indurating amber attaching to the ill at the male avoiding her hawkish gaze.
"Um, I was wondering if… I could take a leave of absence…" Naruto pulled at his brown knitted sweater and then played with his sweat slicked fingers. Innocent blues silently ventured to the impatience exuding from the notorious gambler, her abnormally loud sigh and the hasty placement of her red manicured hand on her curvaceous hip.
Discouraged, Naruto flattened his tan hands on the counter. "Because—"
"You're pregnant?" She reached for the pen across from the black and white checkered countertop so she could write a few passing thoughts on the corner of her SE form, all the while studying the wide-eyed fidgeting performance.
"W-who told you that?" Naruto whispered, calming slightly.
"Your father, but," She tilted her head slightly, "It's apparent to me even if he didn't tell me. Your face looks fuller… and your hair is thicker, not to mention shinier. You're practically glowing."
"Oh," Naruto barely said, not exactly partial that the news of his pregnancy was spreading without his knowledge.
"You haven't been by here in weeks, brat." Naruto actually felt remorseful because she was the last authoritative figure in his life that he actually respected. So much had happened in the last few months, coming here hadn't made cross roads in his befuddled mind. "I figured something was up."
Tsunade switched footing in lieu of the lifeless hush hampering the conversation. "You weren't going to tell me?" She cocked a perfect eyebrow, releasing the pen and folding her strong arms.
"Well…" Naruto felt his mouth thread shut as his thoughts dragged him under.
'Everyone I've told either's been either shocked or disappointed…'
"It's alright. I understand—it's riveting being the mayor's son. AND being pregnant is not something you'd want to exactly 'announce'—you're welcome to return after the baby is born."
Naruto uncomfortably speculated the sky had to be falling down if Tsunade was smiling—an honest smile, not a witty, condescending smirk, but a lovely warm smile.
"T-thank you…" Naruto stuttered. It had been a while since an adult had relieved him of some prenatal tension instead of exacerbating it. Unlike he and Sasuke's parents, she wasn't nasty or unwarrantedly difficult. In fact, it was quite the opposite. She was nice because he was pregnant… So far, it was an odd feeling to experience.
He turned to leave in spite of the awkwardness that settled on his end, but something struck him dead, like a hot lightning bolt. "Granny Tsunade...?"
"Yes?"
"Do you think any less of me for… getting pregnant?" Drifting, he awaited the answer he knew was coming. He predisposed himself to such judgment so he could deal with the painful, unforgiving words.
"No… Why would I?" With his back turned, he forced himself to not turn around, if he did, he knew he would burst into tears.
"I love you and when you love someone you don't judge them, no matter how much it affects you, or how much you disagree."
If only his own mother believed the same thing—it would change his entire world.
"If you need anything, remember I'm here."
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November 12
Naruto got ready for school, happy he was feeling better. Maybe today would be the day Sasuke would make time to convince his dad of the horrible aftermath an adoption could do them and their families. If Sasuke did have the time, it would be the happiest day on Earth. If he was able to keep his baby, he would be eternally grateful.
He still couldn't solve the puzzling mystery as to why he had to beg to keep his own DNA. It was his own baby he shouldn't to ask to keep her. What parents would do such a deplorable thing to their kids?
The back of his brain always itched with the nagging thought Sasuke's father would reject any argument he brought to the floor. He didn't care what they wanted but only implemented what was "best" for them. It was depressing premise Naruto preferred not to think about, instead he just wanted to focus of the brighter, optimistic side.
He was having a child with the love of his life.
After his visit with Tsunade, he wanted to exact a hypothetical on his grandma.
If he wasn't able to obtain legal guardianship of his daughter, maybe he could ask Tsunade to adopt her.
She wouldn't be in his custody but at least she would be in a safe environment with the promise of daily visits.
It was the perfect possibility…
Maybe, if his parents would agree to such an arrangement.
'Not likely,' his alter ego whispered.
Holding onto the edge of his tangy orange wall and relishing in the deep obsession with Chuck Taylors, he slipped into the fluorescent orange converses. Looking back at large digital clock hanging across the room, he gasped, pulling up his denim backpack strap and blasted toward the door. Yanking it open, he ran into his least favorite person.
Backing into his own personal territory, Naruto frowned looking up at his formally dressed but apathetic father.
"Glad you're still here." His passive sarcasm made Naruto's nose crinkle, the pungent scent of his smelly behavior.
"What do I owe this unpleasant meeting?" Naruto blinked, taking heed of the haughty glares clawing through the beginning of his "good" day.
"A smile," Minato sneered.
"Sorry, I just ran fresh out of those," Naruto retorted, growing impatient with his father's circular game.
"Only you could be so testy so early in the morning."
Naruto exasperatedly rolled his aching neck, sighing out the last of his father's confrontational words. "Why are you here?"
"Next Wednesday, I plan to withdraw you from your school. I've rescheduled all my meeting and important appointments," A gleefully sadistic smirk protruded the cruel alternative. Silence drained the color from the beautiful glowing flesh to an insipid, hollow white.
What did he say?
Maybe he was finally losing it. There was no way his father meant what he just said. He would have to be out of his fucking mind.
"What?"
"I SAID—I am going to withdraw you from school, so I can place you in a private homeschooling program—perhaps online."
Naruto shook his head. No, this had to be all wrong. It had to be. "No, I'm not leaving… That would be fucking—"
"I didn't ask your permission!" Naruto hesitantly flinched at the thunderous boom the offending hand flung beside his head created and vociferous change in volume. "You ungrateful little brat! I merely came with the intention of informing you beforehand—not to ask your irrelevant input!"
The blond curled away with the fear that his father would lay his hands on him in a hurtful manner. His father had never hit him, but there were times where he tended to become physically belligerent. This occasion was no different. His unexpected burst of anger altered the whole dynamic of the 'conversation' and demolished the small amount of satiny invading the aimlessly floating air molecules.
Frigid beads of sweat collected on the small fingers as he pulled at the hems of his black long sleeve shirt, his blue doe eyes fixated on the actualization of his father's anger.
"But what about my grades, my friends?" A charring torch underneath the swell of his torso, made Naruto feel like his lungs were expanding underneath parcels of substantial pressure, waiting to explode.
"Those all sound like personal problems," His father shot back. "Prepare for your imminent departure because this will come to pass."
Naruto's eyebrows crunched downward, a plea on his lips he couldn't voice—like a child that just lost their blanket.
Exactly what Minato wanted him to remember— that he was just a child.
"Do you understand me?" The eyes glazed with a stinging, venomous hate swallowed an abeyant Naruto.
"Do you understand me?!"
"Yes," His voice dwindled to a mere breath.
"Excellent." His father feigned a smile, and marched away, feeling like he had successfully conquered the universe. At least a piece of it anyway.
Naruto distraughtly craned into the doorway watching his father stride away down the hall. He gobbled his bottom lip, knowing today was going to be horrible because his gut screamed this wasn't the only thing that was going to come to pass.
"I could never drag Tsunade into this mess."
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High school peers freely roamed the campus, the enormous private school lively with gossipy chatter, the rousing sports affairs escalating to the top talk of the school. The soccer team failed to make a dent in their opponent last night, practically forfeiting the game, 3—0. The ass whooping itself was embarrassing, but the real embarrassment was their lack of coordination without Naruto's leadership. They were accustomed to Naruto's innate ability to forward the ball into goal scoring territory. Unfortunately, the players experienced true athletic devastation after Naruto quit the team.
The tragic story of the soccer team was a hot topic but what was the real blazing story was the reason the mayor's son quit the soccer team in the first place.
Naruto's real friends that didn't speculate his privacy deflected all personal questions hurled their way. They remained in their own personal bubble, hermetic to all the circulating bullshit. Ignoring all the 'buzzing bees,' they all huddled around the blue benched lunch tables, for one of their awkward morning discussion.
"That werewolf assigned me ten sectional reviews," Kiba pouted, his Life Biology book flopping open on the sun-heated table.
Sai's idiosyncratic emotional confusion came into play as he tilted his head. "I'm assuming you're referring to Mr. Sarutobi?"
"Who ELSE? That asshole only gave me the night to do it," Kiba bitterly spat, dropping his forest of rowdy brown hair into the book.
"This is only a wild guess so let me know if my imagination is escaping me, but, you didn't finish it, did you?" Temari's green nailed hand threaded into her mid-length pin straight hair as rested her head into her left hand.
"Of course not. Kiba's an asshole." Ino scoffed, adjusting her red lipstick in her Couture mirror.
"If you actually came to class you wouldn't have two weeks of worth of assignments piling up. Instead of shagging that girl—" Sasuke muttered from across the table, causing Kiba to jump up and slam his hands down as an interrupting method.
"Mind your own goddamn business, Sasuke!" The flushed brunette growled like a disturbed wolf hunting at the base of a disgruntled mountain.
Aloofly folding his arms, unconcerned about Kiba's emotional outburst, Sasuke glared, wishing the idiotic mongrel would stop making a scene.
"Why are you so fucking nosy, Uchiha?" Kiba gritted his teeth, shaking with a fit of rage.
"I'm not nosy. You make it so obvious; I presume you'd like me to know." Sasuke carelessly shrugged.
Ino snapped her mirror shut and Temari erected her spine, removing her hand from under her. Sai's eyes glided from the stirred females to the embarrassed freshman frozen beside him.
"Who is Kiba fucking?" Sai innocently inquired, asking the question both females were literally dying to ask. Even though Shikamaru and Gaara weren't here, he knew they would like to know after they arrived, so he shot the gun hoping the bullet would reach its intended target.
"Some older broad named—"
"Sasuke," Ino's brow length bangs swayed as her neck snapped to a bedraggled Naruto, his face moist with previously fallen tears. Her lips fell open with puddles of concern as she saw him sniffle, pulling his beige sweater tighter around his venter, brushing a featherlike touch to Sasuke's bare bicep. His blue eyes didn't seem to recognize their existence, only seeming to archive Sasuke seated near the twin outdoor staircases.
Sasuke turned, crestfallen, his gorgeousness bogging down Naruto's declining mood straight to hell. He watched Sasuke uneasily glance at Sai and Ino before capturing his wrist, prudently drawing him in.
"Can I talk to you?" Naruto mumbled, expecting Sasuke to rise to his feet at the words but he received no such courtesy.
Feeling like a damper, Naruto resorted to mild begging. "Please?"
Kiba stared along with the others as the couple disappeared—leaving them in the dark. As usual.
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Sasuke isolated them by the football field, behind the metal fence where staff or teens usually didn't wander.
Naruto squeezed out a choppy breath and reached out to touch Sasuke, hoping to physically diffuse the suspense of the bad news Sasuke's intuition knew was coming. The evitable raid of their contentious parents' bad constantly hampered their every attempt at happiness and made the struggle of preparing for the baby even more complicated. Sasuke thought he was a little better since he promised he would talk to his father, but he didn't know they were still going to implement every specified rule Fugaku stated in the conference room that faithful night.
Every single one.
Naruto slightly tumbled the black and white patterned JCrew tartan scarf in his palm, inspecting how it was slackly tied around his 5'7" boyfriend's neck. His fingers slid over the downy cashmere t-shirt, buying time he knew he didn't have.
"Naruto, what happened?" Sasuke whispered, sympathetically grazing the damp area near Naruto's charcoal lower lashes.
He looked up at Sasuke's gaging gray eyes and saw an abstruse shade of hurt in the shiny glass spheres. The propensity he had for him and his unborn child harpooned his heart every time a slab of worry was dropped on top of his skull. He shared every dip in emotion with his lover, either banal or drastic.
"Um, you know how next week it's going to be four months… since I've been pregnant?" Naruto swallowed a wad of saliva, further intertwining his hands into the scarf.
Sasuke slowly nodded, wondering where Naruto was directing the conversation. "I know," Sasuke answered with a small triumphant smile, his hand venturing beneath the flap of the sweater intimately touching the curve of Naruto's raised stomach.
"She'll be here soon," Sasuke reminded amid Naruto's distress, causing the bright haired blond to smile.
"Yeah she will," Naruto's eyes found the clean pressed cement. "But…"
"But?"
"My father is withdrawing me next week and he's making me do homeschooling. He doesn't want me to be seen with this 'affliction'," Naruto mumbled.
Sasuke was dead silent, drawing Naruto's fearful glance.
"He can't do that…"
Naruto felt heat bubble beneath the skin on his face and neck as he thought about what Minato was making him do against his will. "I don't have a choice. Legally he has the right to change my place of education."
Sasuke's heart left his chest twice. Were their fathers that embarrassed about Naruto's pregnancy that they would remove him from plain sight just to preserve their honor? Is that what supportive parents did?
The majority was the embarrassment should have rested on Naruto's shoulders, but they were exploiting damage control methods as if they were directly cleaning up a mess that they had made themselves. They didn't understand. This wasn't their crisis to handle.
What about his life here? Was he just supposed to give that up?
"W-what about me?" Sasuke muttered.
Naruto was the main cushion that made the school bearable, aside from the sport of football and the automotive program he was involved in, Naruto was his motivation. His jokes, his flirting, and the educational genius he used to correct Sasuke when he off on the classwork—it would all be gone. Confined to a household.
"You can visit me after school—or after football practice, if you have time…" Naruto's voice clipped as it faded into the humble cobalt skies, and tenacious orange sun. He could see the alternate visitation wasn't anywhere near sufficient for Sasuke and it never would be.
"I'm sorry," Naruto sobbed, biting his lip. Maybe if he wasn't so pathetically affection starved he would never gotten pregnant and maybe—
"Remove those words from your vocabulary. None of this is your fault," Sasuke averred, enclosing the blond in his arms. "Alright?" His husky voice fluffed against the shell of his ears and calmed his inflection of pain.
Naruto nodded into the softness of Sasuke's scarf, wishing he could stay in Sasuke's arms forever where no one would dictate his life or predict what was best for him. Sasuke would be his shelter and nothing would ever, ever hurt him—or their baby.
The strong pulsation of Sasuke's heart beat peacefully lulled him behind a wall of security, validating the certitude of love his boyfriend had for him.
Twisting to the thin yarn of the scarf, he willed a whisper, "What are you thinking about?"
"How much I'm going to miss you," Sasuke confessed naturally, unashamed about the prospects of not having Naruto around to love and cherish. He would never be ashamed of saying how much he needed Naruto.
Naruto burrowed in further—"I'm going to miss you too."
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November 18
"It's been long time since I've seen you Mr. Namikaze," The slick haired Principal Sarutobi administered a firm handshake to the mayor. Smiling at the honorable man, he shut the door behind a distrait Naruto.
The quiet freshman took a moment to capture the numerous plaques and metals proudly melded to the wall and the orderly desk modeled after a corporate business scholar, committing the place he was awfully familiar with.
"I could say the same thing," Minato grinned, giving the older grandfather a friendly grip on his shoulder.
"Is everything alright in town hall?"
"As good as it's going to get."
"I see… I'm going to miss this little tike—he's the best of a bad bunch. A handful—but a genius. I never have the pleasure of meeting most of the students that raffle through my school except for a few. In the few short months I've known him, he's grown on me like a barnacle," Principal Sarutobi fixed his tie, and cleared this throat, not noticing Minato's face unstring and fall unresponsive.
"He and Sasuke are quite the dynamic duo, maintaining a pair of 4.0 GPAs. This school is definitely going to miss such a stellar student." He grinned at Naruto, pulling a small smile from Naruto.
He was going to miss this old man too.
Minato would have never guessed Naruto was zealously excelling in school with his pregnancy health issues. He thought he would have allowed the medical excuses of nauseam and throwing up as a reason to flunk out his courses. Sasuke must have encouraged his completion of the first quarter with such high marks, caring for him like a pseudo husband.
It wasn't a terrible thing that he was Naruto's rock but he was taking his duties too far when he impregnated his son. The thought of it absolutely repulsed him, sometimes to the point of speechlessness.
"Well, Naruto's still young and he's exploring his options. He wants to try something new in regard to his education and I'm just the intermediary."
Naruto remained at bay, glaring the nine layers of hell in the back of his father's head.
He wasn't the one who fucking suggested the change in scenery. He was talking about the withdrawal like it was what he wanted.
"Naruto knows what's best for him. Anyhow, there is a small amount of paperwork involved in the transfer process."
Principal Sarutobi guided Minato through the process, in the meantime having an AP escort Naruto to his shared outdoor locker to remove all his personal belongings.
The living emerald shards embedded in the ground and the banisters supported by the gargoyles engraved columns were one the things he initially loved about the scenically clean environment. It was easy on the eyes and made him appreciate the grander elements of the school—not the petty, invasive students.
Naruto slammed the metal door shut, gazing at the full-size locker, his fingertips roving over it.
He set his bag at his feet, twisting the handle of the lock to secure the area of safekeeping. In the corner of his eye he saw an approaching entity, coming to stand beside him. Recognizing the golden tipped Jordan's, he stood to face his boyfriend. The lanky assistant principal stepped forward to make sure there were no hard feelings between the two males.
Sasuke stood, pass in hand, the impeding tension the thick block of forlornness counteracting with the level of appropriateness Naruto knew he should have kept. The man flinched as they threw each other into one another's arms, Sasuke's lips kissing Naruto's neck, and burying his face behind the sweet gestures. Unaccustomed to seeing such open passion, especially the type he couldn't possibly feel just reprimanding, the AP just stood firmly, allowing it.
They pulled away not saying anything with a tormented expression. The optimistic but still pained blond, tried to smile or a mock a version with a twist of his mouth but failed. In the haze of the moment, Sasuke pushed his own fingers between Naruto's own, just holding them. Just for a moment in time.
After time passed, Sasuke pulled away and continued back to the class from whence he came.
Naruto yearningly looked on for a moment and then grabbed his bag. "I'm done."
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The assistant principal wanted to ask if Naruto really wanted this transfer—he didn't seem like he was willingly parting ways with his boyfriend.
His mind pulled away the single thought vocalizing his one question. "Naruto, is it really your wish to leave this school?"
He stopped walking and turned to the towering man behind him, listlessly saying, "It doesn't matter does it?"
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Naruto returned to the office to his father shaking hands with the head principal, the largest grin on his face.
Disgusting.
"It's a true shame once again but I wish you the best on your endeavors, son." Sarutobi smiled, sending them on their way with a manila folder with evidence of his transfer.
Naruto nodded in regards to the best wishes, though he knew the nothing good would come from them.
They turned to leave and Minato set his hand on Naruto's shoulder on the way out and Sarutobi saw Naruto forcefully shrug the hand off.
And he figured this was not Naruto's choice at all.
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In the Rolls Royce, Naruto turned facing the passenger window, looking at the tropical brush and palm trees lining the streets and big signs advocating for numerous businesses. For some reason it reminded him he didn't tell any of his friends under the reasoning it would better if they didn't know what happened. They would wonder, worry, and want to take action by contacting him but he would simply ignore them.
It would be better if they not get involved either.
He sighed.
Hugging Sasuke one last time before leaving had instantly made the process even more depressing.
And it made him hate his father even more.
"Thanks for driving me back yourself, considering you usually pay someone to do that for you."
"Must you always say something to try to piss me off?"
"I dunno. Do I?"
"Yes, obviously."
"No, I don't. If you were more of a father and less like a drill sergeant then maybe I wouldn't have anything to say," Naruto raised his tone. "When it comes to anything involving me—you'd rather shoot yourself in the foot than lend me a hand."
"If you weren't so dramatic—"
"I'm dramatic, really?" Naruto turned to his father with wide eyes. "I'm pregnant and your solution is to withdraw me from my high school but I'm dramatic?" Naruto's tapped his foot, as he set he massaged his temple, turning back to the car window.
God, this man gave him a fucking headache.
"That doesn't make me dramatic—if you weren't fucking with that Uchiha boy you wouldn't be in this situation. You did this to yourself."
Naruto turned away from his window with a sneer. "Excuse me?"
So that's what he really thought?
"So just because I fuck Sasuke, get pregnant, I deserve to be treated like less than a person—and pushed and shoved around like I don't fucking matter?"
"Naruto, it's my decision what happens to you. You're my responsibility and I have to pave your future for you."
"No, you don't! That's not your choice! Stop acting like you give a fuck about what happens to me! I'm your liability and I always have been!" Naruto screamed in the ear of his father, hoping he could hear him loud and clear this time.
"Liability? If you were a liability, I would have gotten rid of you a long time ago!"
"Then why didn't you?" Naruto narrowed his blue eyes. "You would have done both of us both a favor. You wouldn't have to be something you're not—a father."
"Don't sit here and criticize my parenting skills like you know what it's like to have a disrespectful imbecile like you to preside over for 18 years."
Naruto pulled at the locked door. "Let me out of this fucking car. I can't stand being near you for this long. You're like poison…No—you are poison…" Naruto's voice turned into a mutter shortly before it boomed thunderously, "I said pull over and let me out!" Naruto slightly lurched at his father from behind his seat belt feeling his eyes hurt and his temples pound.
"Be quiet. I'm not Sasuke."
"And I'm not Fugaku—at least I'm open and honest about who I want. But you, you spend more time with that man than you do your own family... Come to think of it, why didn't you marry him instead?" Naruto cocked an eyebrow and tilted his head to the side, wanting to force a rise out of the philandering asshole currently driving.
"You bite your tongue and not mention Fugaku do you understand me?" Naruto watched with amusement as Minato's hands strangle the black leather steering with a vengeance.
"Did I strike a nerve? Is there something I should know, daddy?" Naruto mockingly purred.
"Shut your mouth."
Naruto huffed, roughly facing front the in the ebony black leather. "Go to hell. Back where you belong."
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When they pulled into the long stretch of the driveway, Minato explained what he wanted to see transpire of the course of the next few months. He wished he could indecently shield his ears from the fuckery that his father spewed but an invisible splinter pricked his curiosity and he didn't. His father assumed it was an exposé of respect but it was really a random display of courtesy. He should have accepted the gesture as a granted feature but his ever-expanding ego gobbled it as a complementary service. It just went to show how disconnected from reality that the older man was.
The relatively young parent rattled off an illogical amount of demands like he was not allowed to leave the premises. A security team and system would be set up to ensure that he would not go past the gate of the property. He would disable all social media and have his cell phone removed from his possession just in case he would try to contact his friends to inform them of his situation. He would provide a useable cellphone that would that he would monitor daily.
Spite shanked into their hearts. Naruto wilted at the brevity of the one-sided conversation. It revealed what a cold-hearted bastard his father truly was.
November 19
Naruto kneeled in the bed of the master bedroom in the pool house looking at the due date he had written on approximately two months ago.
April 14, 2010.
When he found out about the sex of their child he circled 'girl' on the paper attached to the head board.
A little girl was what he had always wanted…
With Sasuke.
But it didn't seem possible this time around.
And he didn't want to think he was giving up but… these were hurdles he couldn't leap over.
There was only so much power he had against these monsters.
He just…
"Hey." Naruto turned to the French doors with blinking azure beauties.
The silky locks of his boyfriend peaked through the door and Naruto smiled.
"Hey, my love," Naruto dived off the bed and rushed to Sasuke and deployed a hail of light kisses all over his face.
Muscled arms drug Naruto in at the shoulders and kissed his forehead.
This felt like home—not the hell hole he lived in.
"Naruto," Sasuke muttered.
"Yes?" His chubby scarlet cheeks and fluorescent cornflower blue eyes detained the steel grey eyes, causing him to get woozy gawping into such beauty without first preparing himself.
"I-I need to talk to you."
"Okay," Naruto's stomach back flipped pulling Sasuke to the cozy bed.
Naruto sat Indian style on the bed, towards Sasuke waiting for him to 'talk'.
"I don't think talking to my father would be the best idea," Sasuke admitted, brazen pupils clashing with hurt ones.
"What?" Naruto felt his blood run cold. Sasuke said he would talk to him and try to convince him. Did he lie to him? No, he wouldn't. He trusted Sasuke. He was the only person that he knew would never deceive him.
Why? Why would he do that?
"But Sasuke, you said you would. You promised y—"
"I know I did but… I don't think it'll do any good." Sasuke shivered at the isolation of betrayal on Naruto's features.
He saw the makings of resentment forming and he knew…he deserved it.
"I know how he is. He's an old, stubborn fool and I don't think words will move him." Sasuke hoped Naruto would understand how cold Fugaku was. He could never tell Naruto what he did say when he did take the time try to reason with the devil. He would never repeat such garbage to such beautiful ears. It was better he thought that he never spoke to him to begin with.
Naruto silently stared, not finding Sasuke's explanation to be enough. If he knew that from the beginning, than why would he say that?
It was the last piece of hope Naruto was riding on, relying on.
And Sasuke just ripped it from under him.
"I know we touched on it briefly but we didn't seriously discuss you getting an abortion." Sasuke was thoroughly relieved when the blond didn't flinch next to him. "If you want an abortion—I won't stand in your way… It's your body and it's your choice… but you also keep you can keep the baby until she's born if you think after they see her and interact with her they won't make us give her up… for adoption," Sasuke looked into the softened pastel blue eyes. "It's your choice, Naruto."
"Well…" Naruto moved his hand to Sasuke's inner thigh. "I don't want to have an abortion. I think… every person deserves a chance and I think my daughter is no exception. I do want to try again after she's born because… maybe they won't want me to give her away… I want to try—I don't want to be accused of giving up on her, Sasuke," Naruto fingers crawled making the Uchiha queasy and lose focus.
"Thank you for giving me the option because…" Lust swarmed Naruto's gorgeous light eyes as his eyelids fell half closed and inched closer to Sasuke's handsome face, his lips giving way to the hot breath fanning over arctic white skin. Sasuke's cock jumped at the deliberate seduction of his lover, mollifying the heady pregnant boy. "…This is as much my decision as it is yours."
The soft lips pressed into Sasuke's, immediately delving his tongue into the hot mouth. He executed his habitual artifice, kitten crawling into Sasuke's lap as his hand moved rougher into the hard organ through the rough of his denim. Tracing the outline of Sasuke's hard dick, he slowly vacated the needy area and replaced his able hips with the hands that had the mission of distributing pleasure to where ever it touched.
Disengaging the hot muscle, Sasuke felt his eyes flutter close and his hands hazily brace the grinding hips. Naruto smirked at the cannonball groan firing from the powerless Uchiha. A light flush danced on the pale cheeks as Naruto wrapped around Sasuke—body and soul—leaning to lick the lobe of his ears, grabbing it between his snow white teeth. "I want you… to strip me down and fuck me as hard you can—right now."
Sasuke swallowed, knowing it wasn't wise to tell Naruto no—especially when he demanded it.
Absentmindedly, Sasuke's hands moved from the rotating hips to the touchable caramel skin begging to be unconstrained from the inhibiting t-shirt.
Before his mind was misplaced in the throes of ecstasy, he theorized how magnificent it would be to change Naruto's last name from Namikaze to Uchiha.
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He said it…
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