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.
Un-beta'd sort of.
CH07: Your Destined Grief Says Hello
Puzzled, with swollen feet, the pregnant boy hauled his livid boyfriend to the sitting area for a much needed discussion. Slowly lowering his heavy body to the sofa, he was unappreciative of the defensive twist to Sasuke's torso combined with an aggravated sigh. He jerked Sasuke's arm in his direction. He was met with slicing eyes, darkened by hate. Naruto unflinchingly held his ground, not allowing Sasuke's misdirected glare to bite through his defenses. His eyes grazed over the purpling bruise on the side of his lover's face, his heart rate increasing at the distastefulness of the angry mark.
"Sasuke, tell me what happened," He demanded, feeling rivers of flames replace his blood as Sasuke deliberately turned away, ignoring him. A furtive sample of inner inflammation showed as his hand latched to Sasuke's jaw snapping the agonizingly rebellious boy back to his furious face. "Now," He gritted out, baring his teeth like a fearsome lion, ready to immobilize its prey in one paralyzing bite.
Sasuke flared his nostrils, staring back at Naruto. When had Naruto become so protective over that slimy, foolish mutt? He was his boyfriend; he was supposed to give him the benefit of the doubt, not that freak of nature. Right?
The two were inseparable childhood friends. It was obvious who Naruto was going to defend. Inevitably, he was going to be blamed—there wasn't even a point in lying about what happened.
The concept kindled an uncertainty that he wasn't fond of. It was common for people to choose their friends over their significant others, even in marriage.
'Damnit,' Sasuke inwardly hissed. 'Damn, Kiba.'
His temper was a menace that caused countless problems in the past but Kiba was no saint either. He was much rougher and rowdier than he was. Naruto was aware of the personality flaw. Even so, Naruto was going to blame him for the violent encounter anyhow.
"Kiba came up to me spouting some bullshit about you—"
"About me?" Naruto quietly squawked, surprised. He knew he had left them in the dark about their disappearance but didn't he expect them to lose their mind over it.
"Yes—he was questioning me about where you were and what I did to you. He got in my face and I told him to back off. He didn't listen so I punched him in his fucking face." Naruto's face slowly unwound. "He accused you of avoiding everyone and running away…" Sasuke voice wasted away to a sullen whisper, "I had to defend your honor." Sasuke sheepishly glanced at Naruto, gently removing Naruto's flaxen digits from his jaw, hoping he wasn't upset about the turn of events. What he didn't expect was for Naruto to kiss the tip of his nose, something he only did when he thought he was being adorable. Thought it marked the diffusion of the heavy cloud of tension, thus lightening the mood, Sasuke didn't release a breath of relief just yet.
Naruto didn't pull back from Sasuke, enjoying the feel of his pale digits against the palm of his hand. In the tranquil linger, Sasuke leaned to rest their foreheads together, his lips brushing the vicinity of Naruto's mouth.
Despite the awful outcome of the spat, Naruto knew Sasuke meant well—like he always did.
Softly exhaling in defeat, Naruto's opened his mouth to speak. "I love you but—" Sasuke silently cursed the conjunction. "You need to apologize. Just because he was bad mouthing my absence doesn't mean you should knock his fucking lights out—alright?"
Vaguely listening to Naruto's suggestion that strangely sounded like command, Sasuke strangely smiled—a smile that wasn't visible to the pregnant boy. His neck fell to Naruto's shoulder, his face finding refuge there. He nodded, agreeing to Naruto's idea of resolution.
Naruto still had no idea what Kiba's real intentions were…
…
December 21
A warm wind blew through the private meeting spot behind the lush soccer field. Kiba's put his hands in his pockets, pensively watching the Uchiha—Naruto's lover. "About Friday," Sasuke extended his arm to Kiba with a cocky smile. "I'm sorry," Kiba wearily eyed Sasuke but accepted the open ended gesture. Sasuke's grip tightened as he shook his hand. Like an unpredictable lightning bolt, Sasuke hoisted Kiba off his feet, body slamming him into the solid concrete. A sickening crack echoed around the relatively silent area.
"That you ever fucked with me," Sasuke snarled with a mugshot status scowl. Hissing out in pain, negative electricity lodged into his spine, Kiba's blurry vision, focused on the sinister teen kneeling over his incapacitated body. "S'the matter? Can't move?" Sasuke taunted, using the soles of his shoes to prod at his body. Kiba wanted to curse, call Sasuke all of the derogatory names in the book, but most of all, he wanted to tell him how much he didn't deserve Naruto. But he couldn't talk. He could barely move. The pain was so intense he felt like if he tried to stand, he would crumble to pieces—like a building with no foundation. He glared at Sasuke but it only made the smoldering monster grin harder.
"Apparently not," Sasuke noncommittally said, shrugging. He stood erect, spitting on the ground-bound teen. "That's what you get for inserting yourself into my personal life. Next time you won't be so lucky." Sasuke wiped his mouth with the edge of his hand and stepped over Kiba. "Later, asshole."
…
A plethora of kisses dizzied the mesmerized blond. He couldn't get a word in, especially with Sasuke's tongue constantly swiping across his own, playing with him, mellowing him. He felt his ass press into the elk wood dresser, as he fluently massaged his lips against the older boy's. A spear of pleasure jammed into his system, tingling the tips of his fingers, advocating for the continuation of the fiery ministrations. With one last aggressive push against Sasuke's slick, skillful muscle, the dark haired boy made a strange noise as he pulled away.
Their heavy breathing mimicked a pair of hackneyed mercenaries as Sasuke held the wrists to limit protesting movement.
"What was that for?" Naruto panted out with blood red lips, the heat flowing from his cherry colored cheeks.
"You'll never leave me for someone else right?" Sasuke spat breathlessly.
Jerking back slightly, Naruto found the question to be strange. "Where is this coming fr—"
"Swear you won't leave me for someone else." Sasuke's gaze was desperate, needy, like the answer to the question was vital to his makeup—to his next necessary breath. Peculiarly, it wasn't like him to need reassurance but Naruto wasn't below giving it to him. Everyone needed a little reassurance from time to time.
Flushed with a looming sadness, Sasuke released the small wrist to stroke his hot face. Sasuke moved the pregnancy softened hair from confused blue eyes. Ashamed, he looked down, feeling like a complete basket case.
Sasuke was fragile right now, more like unstable. If this was what Sasuke wanted to hear, then Naruto would tell him just that until he was satisfied. "Sasuke, I'm not going to leave you for someone else." He drew the uselessly dangling hand to his large stomach with a smile. "Remember…? Our baby? Everyday she grows bigger and stronger inside of me…And you're the only person I would ever want to experience the vast, scary endeavor of parenthood with because you're my one and only."
Stunned, Sasuke was shot for words, not expecting such convincing words to come from the mouth of the pregnant blond.
He rubbed the stomach under his palm; happy that he had more than any other man could ever get from Naruto—a child.
If Kiba knew, he wouldn't feel so confident about romancing Naruto. In the proverbial sense, Sasuke had won. In the future, if Kiba, tried to separate them, he wouldn't just be separating them, he would be separating their family.
Sasuke pulled Naruto into his embrace, his large body engulfing the smaller one. Naruto pressed his face into his chest, holding onto the back of the white hoodie. "You only fall in love for the first time once Sasuke," The sweet muffled voice told him, cheerfully.
Sasuke smiled, holding on even tighter.
Naruto was right. Those initial feelings would never emerge again with anyone because you would constantly be comparing, expecting the onset of that one firework—that one spark. It would be hard—unsatisfying at best.
Burying his face into the fresh spring scented blond ruffles, Sasuke thought that if Naruto knew how much he loved him, he would be terrified.
"Did you apologize to Kiba?"
"Of course I did," the dark haired boy ominously said.
…
December 22
The thunderous drilling noise and thick sound of hammering clouded Sasuke's thinking. He methodically rapped his wrench against the skyline's radiator.
"Kakashi," He said in his usual monotone level. The man with a bandana tied around his face, dressed in standard automobile repair attire approached Sasuke inferring the male was having a hard time concentrating on the easy repair.
"Yes, little Sasuke?" The wayward haired man mischievously grinned.
Sasuke gritted his teeth as a frown marred his gorgeous face. "Don't call me that."
Kakashi mockingly giggled, enjoying teasing the teenage boy.
Sasuke placed the wrench down on the oil stained towel on the ground, standing to pull off his fingerless gloves.
"What's the matter, Sasuke?" Kakashi seriously questioned, realizing Sasuke was having trouble speaking up.
His burly muscles flexed as he wiped his dirty hands on a yellow polyester towelette.
In car oil drenched wife beater and dirtied Timberlands, Sasuke slammed the hood of the car trying to filter out the noise of other employees to smash his incoherent thoughts together.
"I need more work because," He looked into his mysterious dark eyes with trepidation. "Naruto's pregnant and I need to support him and my unborn child." Sasuke found the courage search into the light haired man's eyes to read his lack of reaction. He was quiet seeming like he was drinking in the information bit by bit, piece by piece.
"So you did replace your hand with Naruto—" Kakashi stopped when effortlessly dodged an incoming wrench. "Maahh, no need to be so violent. This is a happy occasion. You're going to be a daddy!" Kakashi smiled, one eye transforming into a strange upside down u.
Sasuke angrily huffed, balling his fist. Only Kakashi could turn this serious question into child's play. A true idiot. If he had no automotive skills, he would be a bum on the sunset strip begging for spare change.
"Though you need to spend more time with Naruto, I can increase your hours. But I'd much prefer to just supply you with a bonus for the next year or so. Children are a blessing but they're so goddamn expensive." Kakashi dolefully shook his head. "How far along is he?"
"About five months and five days," Sasuke said slightly shocked. Much like Naruto, he had forgotten that there were people in this world that were willing to help them at the drop of a hat.
"He's pretty far along," Kakashi appeared thoughtful for a second, "Consider it done, daddy." Kakashi smiled. "I can't wait to meet the little tike. I'm going to be an uncle even though I'm much too young," Kakashi dramatically drawled, knowing at the age of 28, he was not overly young to be an uncle.
Sasuke scoffed, lifting his wrench. "I'm not letting anyone like you anywhere near my child."
"Mahhhhhh, why?" Kakashi's free eye widened, swimming in a sea of tears. "I have to teach your child about the joys of sex—lots and lots of sex and, oh, life as well."
Sasuke's eye twitched as he listened to all the nonsense Kakashi spewed. "I have to brighten—"
"Corrupt—"
"Brighten her intelligence, further her knowledge, and her liven her future," Kakashi happily joined his hands together. "Yes, it would be an honor to be involved in my niece's life."
"I didn't offer," Sasuke proceeded to reopen the hood of the inactive car, hovering above the ground.
"Oh, Sasuke you're too cruel. I guess I'll just have to charm Naru-chan into allowing me to spend time with your daughter. He could never refuse such a handsome face."
"Handsome for a gremlin."
"Sasuke."
Hearing the seriousness overtake the jest, Sasuke quit examining the radiator and turned to his boss. "Are your parents okay with the pregnancy?"
Sasuke looked away. "I don't—I don't know."
"Sasuke, if you or Naruto need anything, don't be afraid to ask. Alright?"
Sasuke saw the sincerity dripping from the man's voice. He nodded turning back to the car finding it sad he could never accept his help.
…
December 24
Gloomy sapphires found little alleviation in the star coated sky above his head. According to his mother, 'there was a world of possibilities staring back,' every time they went star gazing as a family. When he was barely two and a half feet tall, he would scurry into the enormous meadow and he and his father would pick out a star to wish on. Each time they picked a different quadrant of the sky—they even named them.
And now… everything was different. They were worlds apart. Strangers. Filled with hatred—indifference.
Hell was the place he called home. A house. Was a house a really home with no loved ones? Of course not. It was house, storage for material possessions. Nothing more, nothing less.
It was yesterday that his father validated his point when he stormed into the room, threatening to ruin anyone's life that he or Sasuke told about the pregnancy. He refused to have his career suffer because of that he and that 'ingrate', Sasuke's stupidity. Naruto's hormones took over and he angrily told his father not to come into his personal space disrespecting him and his boyfriend while commanding such reprehensible requests.
Shizune was confused; she didn't plan on catering to such a dysfunctional home. She quit her last daycare job for the peace of mind while trying to keep a piece of her mind. He was the mayor, an ideal one too. Eloquent, courteous, intelligent—through the television. She watched the explosive screaming match in disbelief. Not only did camera add ten pounds but also made personalities appear nicer than they really were.
He was surprised that when he started crying and begging his father to get out that Shizune stepped in and demanded that his father leave immediately. He was pregnant and he was clearly stressing him out. Minato didn't like the 'help' bossing him around in his own home but he saw him struggling to breathe. Snorting, Minato found the door, saying he could care less about Naruto.
Shizune proceeded to embrace him and soothe his pouring tears. Since then, he decided that she wasn't as bad as he initially thought she was. He assumed because he was hired by Minato that she was concurrently corrupted like the miserable man. He guessed he was wrong.
'He made his own bed now he has to lie in it.'
His own individualized version of hell arrived on his door step and never left. Not a home. Couldn't be.
He wrapped Sasuke's jacket sitting on the concrete Greek-inspired bench in the dormant flower garden behind the manor. Wiggling in closer to the forgotten male, he felt bad that he couldn't support Sasuke at his banquet because he father restricted to the house, threatening to place security on the home to keep him inside.
Sasuke was hurt but he quickly slipped back into his granite façade, sucking up the pain. Was the distance between them growing?
He couldn't be what he wanted to be to Sasuke—not that Sasuke cared, he knew the situation—but Naruto cared. In fact, it worried him. People who couldn't happily be together usually ended up apart…
At the ceremony, they announced Sasuke as the football MVP, boasting about the varsity teams' advancement into state regionals.
Naruto couldn't have been more proud. Sasuke was doing excellent despite their family's scruples with the upcoming birth of his first child.
He was so amazing that sometimes he didn't feel like he deserved him.
Peeling himself from the flypaper of his thoughts, Naruto shivered slightly in the sunless dark. "Can you believe it's Christmas Eve? It's been a long year," Naruto's popcorn reminiscent voice crackled, turning to Sasuke. The chill drilled through his flesh, proving the jacket was not enough to keep him warm.
Sasuke was in just a t-shirt and jeans, not even the slightest trace of goose bumps forming. He looked at the small red nose and bundled form huddled next to him on the bench. His pajama bottoms and slippers didn't provide the amount of warmth he needed but he stubbornly insisted on star gazing tonight.
"It's too cold for you to be out here." Sasuke affectionately touched the tip of his nose. "We should go inside."
The red rose bushes swayed and the twinkling specs of hope scattered across the perpetually ebon yonder emblazed above their heads, interfered with the sadness wrenched into the side profile of Sasuke's loved one.
"In a minute," Naruto thoughtfully answered back, drawing circles with his feet on the paved pathway. "It's almost Christmas… A year from now our lives are going to be completely different no matter what happens." Sasuke heard a slight quiver in his voice. "But I can't help but think what if—next year we don't have our daughter?" He distraughtly sobbed, a shiver casting the reason for his dejected aura.
"Don't say things like that, Naruto. You'll only worry yourself to death. Try to think positive. Okay, babe?" By the time Sasuke finished, Naruto was warmed by the familiar heat of Sasuke's embrace. Nuzzling, he fell into the curve of his neck, his emotional spiral calming.
"I'll try to, just for you." Another slight wind drifted through the night and pale lips left behind a trail of beautiful, protective butterflies behind on the others'. A tangle of inky hair and gasp caused the fear to surface as they both realized what they both stood to lose.
…
January 28
Every day he felt his body expanding, accommodating for the restless baby inside of him. She never slept long, only shifting in his uterus every so often, looking for a comfortable position. He had hell trying to get her to pipe down so he could get some shut eye. He tried everything but the little one just refused to settle.
When he had first experienced her kicking, he sat up in the sofa and secured his stomach with one hand. Sasuke nervously watched the uncertainty skate across his face. On the second impact, he giggled, calling Sasuke over.
"C'mere. Feel this." He gently pulled Sasuke's hand to his center.
Sasuke waited to feel the patches movement of the child underneath his fingertips with an impatient anticipation. When he did, he smiled. His baby girl was healthy and stretching around in her mother's womb.
"Isn't it great? She's so strong—almost like she's a little ninja or something." Naruto laughed again. "Ahhh, I love her so much," He said, feeling his heart swell.
"Me too." Sasuke smirked.
Since the day, she proceeded to exercise her new found freedom, driving him insane with her constant kicking. He only got relief when Sasuke suggested he talk to the baby to see if that would calm her.
Hopefully at his point she recognized his voice.
Sasuke got on level with Naruto's stomach and lifted his shirt for direct contact. She had kicked when Sasuke told her all about all the father and daughter adventures they would embark on. The consecutive kicks slowly died down to stillness. He couldn't believe it; the baby had fallen asleep to the sound of Sasuke's smooth, velvety voice.
Now he could get some restful sleep.
Naruto kissed him—he was his savior, like always.
…
March 31
They would talk to their daughter every single day. Sasuke would lie in his lap and tell her stories, talk about his day, and tell her all the ways she could pull one over on her mother… All the things to do—not to do. Everything he was going to teach her. He even occasionally spoke to her in Japanese.
He would get lost in their one-sided conversations, referring to her as 'daddy's little girl'. She would respond to Sasuke with light kicks just like the doctors said she would.
Sasuke was going to be the sweetest father known to man. She was probably going to be a daddy's girl, Naruto could feel it.
Every night, Sasuke would kiss his belly and tell his daughter goodnight—Naruto as well.
…
In the coming weeks, Naruto was humungous and only getting bigger. His feet were swollen and his back was sore from lugging around pure water weight. Sometimes he faltered at the false labor signs and painful contractions but he remembered it wasn't quite his due date. Relieved he wasn't having the baby, he would usually just wait for the pain to pass and resume his normal schedule.
His diet consistently increased and so did his cravings. It was ice cream mixed with pickle juice, topped with Louisiana hot sauce.
Oh, his baby better be healthy when she was born.
'When she was born…' he peacefully hummed, singing a song to his baby.
At times, the thought over joyed him and others, the thought terrified him. What if his parents didn't change their mind? What would he do if he and Sasuke had to give her up for adoption? What would happen to him and Sasuke? Would Sasuke even want him anymore?
His mind reeled—all the time—and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He worried everyday… All day. He never told Sasuke that he had these concerns. It was better he keep it to himself. He thought that if he put on a happy grin and engaged in happy things that in reality, he might be happy. Unfortunately, life didn't operate that way. Hell, the human mind didn't operate that way.
He sat and worried to the point he would fall short of breath and he would feel a dull ache in abdomen.
Still he didn't tell Sasuke. He would just worry him.
Sasuke had so much on his plate. He didn't need to eat his whiny complaints too.
In junction with the plight of the newborn growing inside him, there was the issue of his mother. She was always slinking around, trying to be present for him like a parent should be. Too bad she failed the task miserably. Certainly, she failed at being a mother but more so, she failed at being a woman.
Naruto didn't need to ask Kushina to know she never talked to Minato about the adoption proposal. The mention would simply anger him and she didn't want to do anything that would cause her to fall out of her husband's favor. Seemingly, that's all that mattered to the trophy wife.
She tried to sit down and spend time with him but he wasn't having it. The hypocrisy was suffocating and the deception was unbearable.
Being around her literally made him ill.
He told Shizune to keep her away just so he could breathe. She agreed and took it upon herself to protect the boy she had come to love like a little brother.
The last time he spoke to his mother, he told took the time to reference what he asked for months ago. She stammered and brought up the issues of conflicting schedules. Naruto merely held his hand up. 'It's rude to talk with so many lies in your mouth.'
He hadn't remembered the last time he had seen her and he thought that it was probably better that way. If he needed anything, he would either tell Shizune or call Kakashi or Tsunade. The people who actually valued his existence besides Sasuke.
Speaking of Sasuke—he groggily asked Naruto if he could stay home with him today while Shizune picked up his clothes and organized the baby girl items he begged her to pick up. When Naruto told Sasuke he was going to school no matter how much sweet talking he did, Sasuke kindly murmured a 'please' and Naruto couldn't help but laugh. With the spring sun peeking through the shut blinds and the peaceful silence pouring into the room, their bodies intertwined under the velvety comforter, the moment was perfect… It was—
Gasping like he had just hit a cat with a car, Naruto quickly grabbed for a blank index card from the pile he was using to study for his online science exam and dutifully wrote something down.
Bouncing around, Naruto proudly looked at the card. "Shi Shi! Look!"
Shizune threw the last of the clothes in the hamper, hoping Naruto wasn't calling to show her another stupid episode of Jerry Springer. Leaning over the sofa Naruto was rocking, she tilted her head to the side, her black hair curtaining her beautiful face. Naruto happily handed her the note. "Won't it be a pretty name?" He asked with a grin.
Reading it, Shizune's dark eyes twinkled and her lips jubilantly upturned. "It's beautiful, Naruto."
She returned the card, relieved Naruto was so happy. His clear blue eyes beamed and his bright rosette cheeks illuminated the room as he spoke, facing the woman behind the couch. "Thanks… I can't wait to show Sasuke."
He timidly twirled the card in his hand. "Do you think he'll like it?" He asked.
"No," She answered with standing up straight.
Naruto frowned, his confidence waning.
"I think he'll love it."
Naruto smiled again, feeling compelled to say something that he had been holding in for some time. "Shizune?"
She stopped walking back the mess near the computer desk and concernedly looked back at Naruto. "Yes, Naruto?"
"Um, I just wanted to say, thanks for all being there for me. You know? Through all the madness with my parents and… everything."
Walking back to the adorable blond, she ruffled his hair. He cutely scrunched his nose and for a second felt like he was small again.
"Don't mention it. You drive me to madness sometimes, but you're worth it," She smiled, removing her hand from the unruly locks going back to find a place for all the orange baby booties she bought last Sunday.
…
"Here, tell me what you think," Naruto turned the index card over to his boyfriend next to him on the sofa.
Sasuke read the word on the card repeatedly, mouthing the words, tasting it on his tongue.
When Sasuke looked into Naruto's eyes he saw rivulets of compassion as the soulful spheres sheepishly glimpsed at the small slip and scratchily whispered, "Serenity… It's the feeling I get when I'm with you."
With a bone crushing bear hug that threatened to rearrange Naruto's figure, Sasuke's lips moved to mutter near his ear, "I love it."
April 14
"Good morning baby," Naruto's colossal abdomen entered through the kitchen followed by the rest of his petite body. His diminutive frame made his belly look exponentially disproportionate in comparison. Nine months pregnant today, Naruto glowed with a million watts bright smile, cradling the sides of his swollen middle. He inhaled the temptingly scrumptious aroma of skillet cooked veggies, slipping to the side of Sasuke in knee high socks.
Glancing up from the sizzling pan of scrambled eggs, he looked at the mother of his soon to be child and smiled—a true smile.
"Wait—What are you still doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at school, mister?" Naruto asked, squinting as an eyebrow shot to his hairline.
Sasuke skillfully maneuvered the spatula the yellow cuisine in the Teflon pan, periodically looking up at the gorgeous male using the counter for support. "It's close to your due date and I don't want to risk missing the delivery of my beautiful baby girl. So… I'll be off until the baby is born. Consider it my maternity leave." Sasuke smirked, scraping the vegetable eggs into a plate next to the stainless steel stove.
Naruto smiled looking down at the small meal, "Since I'm here, I decided to make you a 'hearty' breakfast."
"Aren't you the sweetest?" Naruto rhetorically asked, still rubbing his stomach. While he was sleeping, Sasuke was down here preparing breakfast for when he awoke. A pleasant surprise for someone who usually had to struggle to get down the stairs in the morning. Small favors made him feel special and accounted for. He suspected it was Sasuke's subconscious thanking him for baring his first child but he could never be sure and he would never be as awkward as to ask.
Sasuke slid the plate closer, nonverbally offering the meal to Naruto. He accepted, feeling his mouth water. He would have devoured the green and red peppered meal with his mouth—with no utensils—but he had to draw the line somewhere. He was going to be a mother—decorum was a must.
"I made your favorite." Sasuke pointed to the marble bar behind him.
Naruto looked over to see two cream cheese spread bagels. "Oh my god! My ideal New York breakfast component. Oh my gosh, I love you." Naruto quickly walked over to inspect the perfect cinnamon and raisin bagels. Pulling the plate closer, a pain blossomed from the depth of his uterus, launching him forward into the corner portion of the bar. He held on, sweat leaking onto his skin. Another lightening of pain slammed his nerves and he whimpered, gasping for available oxygen. "Sasuke… The baby…"
Whirling to the wounded grunt, Sasuke dashed over, not expecting Naruto to collapse in his arms.
…
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"Stay away from my child. I am not going to fucking warn you again." A flutter of murderous intent became visible in the young Uchiha's eyes and the united spouses stepped away from the nursery bed tagged, 'Serenity, Uchiha.'