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He Who Rocks the Cradle	By : MissMissy Category: Naruto > General Views: 1443 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-He Who Rocks the Cradle
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She was there. For the first time since Naruto had come happily and blissfully bounding through his door to share the great news that Sakura was expecting, Sakura found it appropriate to visit Kakashi. She was currently standing in the same doorway, her massive abdomen stretching from one side of the oak doorframe to the other. Her hair was sticking to her forehead, glued by the sweat from the exertion of walking up a flight of stairs to her former teacher’s flat.

“Sakura,” he greeted, shock written into the one eye visible over his mask, “What can I do for you?” Her green eyes clouded over, as if to question the sincerity of his surprise before she decided that approaching this discussion was best done free of any pre-determined attitude. She would follow in her flaky teacher’s footsteps and go with the flow, rolling with the punches when they came.

“I think we need to talk,” she said, a small smirk shadowing her flushed face; it sounded as if she were going to break-off some nonexistent relationship with Kakashi. In truth, she had not spoken to him in nine long months.

“If that’s what you think is best,” answered Kakashi, who swept his arm in a gesture of greeting. Sakura entered the living room full of mismatched furniture that she knew so well. The smell of cooking vegetables and beef assaulted her senses immediately, and she was surprised to find that she was hungry. For the last six months, Sakura’s nose had determined her diet. Her favorite foods, which she had plenty of, suddenly made her nauseous, and things she did not normally eat, like Naruto’s ramen, left her ravenous.

“You’re preparing for dinner; I have come at a bad time.” The statement was loaded with conflicting tones. She clearly wanted to say what she had come for, but part of her was pulling her in just the opposite direction.

“Not at all,” he said cordially. “I am, in fact, making enough for several people. Genma and Yamato were planning to stop by.”

“Then I have to go,” she said, turning back for the door. She did not want an audience for tonight. Kakashi, however, had a different idea. He raised a lazy arm over her head and clicked the door back into its frame with a small sound.

“It’s okay; they were called away by Tsunade to attend to two different teams. I believe Naruto was on one of them,” he said, his hand traveling subconsciously to his chin, where it rested as he thought. When his mind cleared, his hand dropped and he shrugged. Sakura turned back to look at him with a similar gesture.

“Alright then,” she responded quietly before walking across the room. Her eyes travelled around the room, taking in all of the pictures that had been added to the walls since she had last been here. Nine months was an incredibly long time according to the many images on the wall.

“I’m sure your feet, or back, or legs, or hips,” he paused, “or something of that sort must be aching. Sit.”

Sakura nodded vehemently. In fact, if there had been an all of the above, she would have chosen that answer immediately. The pink-haired woman wandered to her favorite chair in the entire house, a deep red one on mahogany legs and braced herself on the arms of the chair. With the chair emitting a loud groan, she lowered herself into the cushions, breathing loudly through her nose. Kakashi watched her with interest as he slouched onto the sofa facing her, wondering vaguely why women would ever choose to go through something as stressful as pregnancy willingly.

“You’ve grown quite a bit,” he noted as her face paled back to its normal color and her breathing calmed. She smiled softly and much like Kakashi’s hand to his chin, hers travelled subconsciously to her stomach and rubbed back and forth gently. “When are you due?”

“Two weeks ago,” responded Sakura.

“Is that normal?”

“Not usually. Most kunoichi deliver very early because of the way their bodies respond in growth to chakra,” she said, with an air of reciting something she had said many times. “But I’ve been checked by Lady Tsunade herself and she said that both the baby and I are perfectly healthy.” Sakura grinned at the sudden uprising of butterflies in her chest at the thought of her healthy child-to-be. “But, I’m seeing her everyday and she says that the baby will come when it is good and ready.”

“Well, that’s good news, I suppose.” He counted forty-seven clicks from the clock on the wall behind him. In his mind’s eye, with every passing tick, and every passing tock, Sakura swelled visibly. As the smalls sounds of time were counted past two minutes, Kakashi shook the thought of Sakura’s imminent explosion from his head and reminded her of her visit. “You said we needed to talk about something.”

“Oh, yes. We do.” Sakura’s face lost some of the gentle glow it had gained while talking about her expected first-born. She heaved a great sigh and in the same manner of ripping off a bandage, she spilled out what she had not said aloud since discovering her pregnancy. “The baby is yours.”

“I figured,” he said gently. “Judging by updates from Naruto, you were too far along to have conceived the night of the wedding. Luckily, I suppose, he is, and always has been naïve. He was and still is convinced it was just because it washis child that it was growing fast.”

“Ignorance really is bliss,” she answered with a small chuckle. Now that Kakashi knew that the baby was his, and she knew that he knew, half of the battle was over, if not won. She only had to now approach the mechanics of any relationships.

“I decided,” he started, startling her, “that however you feel is the best way to handle this is how to do it. I don’t want to make this some long, drawn out fight or to do anything that isn’t good for…” He gestured to her stomach. “So, I want to do what you think.”

“What I think,” Sakura repeated. “What I wonder is if it is best for Naruto to know or not know… If the baby is born with certain characteristics such as black eyes or silver hair, or takes after a certain build, I think it will be apparent to Naruto immediately, ignorance or not.”

“Then perhaps tell him what happened,” Kakashi suggested. “This didn’t occur during your relationship with him, nor would he have expected you to get rid of the child, so I cannot see him being very angry with you. He might be confused about his relationship with the baby, but he will have his chance again.”

“I suppose so. Yes.” She thought for a minute. “But what about you? What is going to be your relationship to the baby?”

“What do you want it to be?” Kakashi asked, looking away. If he was completely honest with himself, Kakashi did not know what he wanted. Children, he had mused prior to Sakura’s pregnancy, were something he did not have time nor patience for, and he had absolutely refused to settle down and run the risk of losing someone close to him. This, however, was not his choice. His child was not only on its way, but circling the block. That changed his perspective a bit.

“That is not what I asked, Kakashi. I am not going to force you to be around or away from a child you don’t or do want,” she said. “I’d like it if you would enjoy him or her as much, or even half as much, as I do now, but I remember your talks about the danger of family for active ninja, and I respect that decision.”

“No,” Kakashi agreed. “Planning families is a little dangerous for active ninja.” He paused, watching Sakura’s face fall a minute degree. “But this wasn’t planned, and I would not be responsible if I didn’t deal with some of the benefits and consequences of my actions.” Sakura’s face rose again, and lit up with a completely indescribable light.

“So, you’ll be there?”

“Yes, I think so.” Kakashi smiled underneath his mask. “After all, if you have a boy and he is born with pink hair, he is going to need as much support as he can get.” Sakura’s mouth fell open in horror.

“I didn’t even think about that!” Her eyebrows drew together in a worried line. “My son,” she exclaimed, putting her hand on her stomach, “will be made fun of for as long as he lives.” She sighed and sat back in the chair with a groan.

“Don’t worry,” Kakashi said, standing and walking to her chair. He knelt down in front of it and took her hand. “Everything will be fine.” Sakura looked him square in the eye, and for the first time since discovering she was pregnant, felt as if it would be. The timer on the stove punctuated her thought and Kakashi jumped.

“Dinner time!” He said with a grin and moved to the stove. Sakura smiled and licked her lips in anticipation; Kakashi’s cooking had never smelt so good. Like before, she braced herself on the arm of the chair and pushed herself up. It was then that she felt it, a small pop, and a rush of water down her legs from under her medic tunic.

“Kakashi-“ Sakura said, fully prepared to apologize for the mess made on his chair before a brain-numbing pain shot through her back and lower abdomen. Her sorry was lost as a mumble on her lips as she winced and grabbed her swollen stomach. Kakashi looked up from where he was ladling the stew and saw Sakura begin to pitch forward, on the brink of passing out from the pain of the contractions.

“Sakura,” Kakashi said with a grunt as he caught her, before he took in his surroundings. The stain spreading on the chair and Sakura’s face contorted in pain, as she clutched her sides and stomach. “Oh, God. Now?” She mumbled an incoherent answer and Kakashi saw that he was going to have to carry her to the hospital himself. He swung her up in his arms before cursing out loud. She had really gained some weight since… Well, since nine months and two weeks ago. He kicked open the door to his apartment and, without turning to lock it, set off at a sprint.
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