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Crossing Boundaries for You	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 12499 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 24
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- 26
Author's note: This chapter was more difficult to write than normal ... Which is why I still had to finish it today and why I'm updating this so late *coughs*
Warnings: Talk about breastfeeding, but it doesn't happen yet.
I hope you'll like it!
Chapter 25
Humming softly, he carefully completed the last line of the shape, making sure to keep his brush steady and light. He withdrew the brush and studied the form intently; his gaze flitting to the paper next to him to check whether it was drawn how it should be.
It was and he straightened up with a satisfied smile, steadying himself with a hand against the wall so that he wouldn't topple over. He'd probably pay for all the crouching he was doing to get to the lowest parts of the picture on the wall, but whatever. That was just a minor inconvenience.
"So you're officially on leave now?" Deidara's voice drifted over from the doorway.
Naruto turned his head and saw the older blond leaning against the doorjamb, one hand placed on top of his large belly. He had a few more weeks to go before he'd deliver his baby; the C-section had been planned for the first week of August.
"Yeah, Sasuke kept nagging me and Jiraiya started ganging up on me too," Naruto sighed, starting on the outline of a tree. "They were driving me mad, so I just gave in." He wrinkled his nose, still not completely happy with it.
On the other hand, his back was starting to kill him and standing the whole day in front of a class wasn't so easy anymore. He also had grown a bit tired of the gossip surrounding his pregnancy. He had remained tight-lipped about it; only Jiraiya knew who the father was. It wasn't like he owed his colleagues and students anything after all. If he wanted to keep quiet about his pregnancy, that was his right.
"Does your godfather know you're keeping the baby, un?" Deidara questioned curiously, drifting closer to him. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips when he took in the half finished picture on the wall. "This is already looking great!"
"Thanks," Naruto smiled, starting on the leaves. "And no, he doesn't know yet. I want to have everything arranged first before telling him."
Sasuke officially divorcing Sakura was one thing that definitely needed to be arranged first, if only to show Jiraiya that Sasuke was serious about them. The older man had already been quite wary of the whole arrangement in the beginning – Naruto didn't dare to imagine how he would react if he informed him he was keeping the baby and was together with Sasuke while the latter was still married.
Jiraiya might be fond of women, but even he drew the line at cheating.
"You mean with Sasuke-kun?"
Naruto nodded, connecting some leaves to branches. The trees were starting to take shape on the wall, covering up most of the left corner.
"Mainly, yeah. I don't think he'll believe Sasuke means it if he's still married," he grimaced.
"Can't really blame him," Deidara hummed, rubbing the right side of his belly. "Any news on that front?"
"No, nothing yet." Naruto frowned; his fingers tightening around the brush. He and Sasuke had been on the phone a couple of times this week and while Sasuke had managed to arrange everything with the lawyer – Naruto still didn't know what exactly 'everything' entailed in this case – he couldn't proceed without Sakura. Last Naruto heard, Sakura was working double shifts at the hospital and asleep whenever she was home.
With every call and each day that passed without Sakura sitting down to talk, Sasuke grew more frustrated. It was in his voice, the way it lowered and grew dark, on the verge of growling sometimes. Sasuke's patience was running out, spread thin with every refusal of Sakura to talk, and it probably wouldn't be long anymore before the youngest Uchiha would snap.
Things would become very ugly then. An irate Sasuke was never fun to deal with – a Sasuke whose patience was utterly depleted was dangerous.
"Naruto-kun?"
Blue eyes blinked and focused again, staring at the wall – where he was practically smashing his brush against. "Shit!" He hastily pulled it back and cursed again when he saw how messed up the bristles looked like now.
"Damn it," he sighed, glowering at the brush.
"Maybe you should take a break for today, un?" Deidara suggested, eyeing him a bit apprehensively.
"No, I'm almost done. Just need a new brush for now," Naruto muttered, dropping the brush in a plastic cup he had pilfered from the kitchen and picking up a new, clean one from another cup. "I told Sasuke I'd get the outline done by today, so that all that's left to do is painting it. He said he should be able to do that this weekend."
"Let's hope he has more talent than Itachi," Deidara said brightly.
"I'll be with him the whole time, so I can stop him before he screws up," the younger blond retorted amused. "Besides, we can't wait too long with painting, because the room needs to be aired out completely by the time the baby gets here."
Deidara hummed in agreement and stepped away, walking to the other side of the room. When Naruto chanced a look backwards, he saw the older man unpacking some baby clothes and placing them in the drawers of the powder blue closet.
For a while they worked in companionable silence: Deidara busied himself with unpacking the last items, which mainly consisted out of several outfits for the baby in a wide array of colours, while Naruto worked on completing the outline of the forest themed drawing the couple had given him.
The sun was high in the sky now that midday was slowly shifting into afternoon. The window was open, but covered by a grass green curtain to block out the sun. The cloth rustled softly whenever a light breeze caressed it. Sounds of children's laughter filtered into the room; there was a group playing on the street with their bikes and their shouting and yelling could be heard regularly as they passed by the house.
Naruto was impressed by the amount of energy they exuded despite the pressing heat of the summer day. His own T-shirt stuck to his sweaty skin and his hair was matted against his forehead, feeling sticky to the touch. He had replaced his jeans with a pair of knee high loose shorts, but that didn't do much to cool him off. The warmth lingering in the room made him somewhat lethargic and he decided that he would take a quick nap after he was finished here – first he'd take a cold shower, though, to cool off at least a little bit.
A while later he drew the last line and took a step back to compare the drawing on the wall with the one on the paper for the last time. It looked like the perfect copy and he grinned, putting the brush in the cup for a moment while he rolled his shoulders to get rid of the tension that had crept up in his muscles there. His arm's muscles had become rather strained after keeping it constantly raised in the air to reach the highest parts of the wall.
When he plucked at the collar of his shirt, his hand grazed his chest and he grimaced at the unpleasant ache this action brought him. He looked down and frowned, releasing his shirt. Lately his chest was bothering him more and more. Until a few weeks ago he had just taken notice of how much more sensitive he had become in that particular area – something which Sasuke had taken note of when he had stayed the night last week.
Now the sensitivity was leaning towards becoming painful. He already had had to change some shirts several times this past week, because the cloth felt too rough and the friction caused unpleasant jolts to shoot through his system. What was even more disturbing was the fact that his pecs had become slightly more pronounced, as if he had taken up bodybuilding and increased his muscle mass like that. His chest was slightly swollen; the difference wasn't that noticeable, definitely not when he was wearing clothes, but he was aware of the subtle difference. The increase of muscle mass – was it muscle mass? Hell, he didn't know; he had never been good at biology – no matter how slight unnerved him and unease lingered in the pit of his stomach.
Did it have any connection with his pregnancy? He couldn't immediately recall having read something in those magazines about this, but back then he had been more focused on the actual becoming pregnant part and not so much the possible 'side-effects'. Looking back at it now, perhaps he should have read the whole thing instead of just picking out the – what was to him back then – relevant parts. Would save him some worry now.
Deidara walked – well, perhaps waddling was a more appropriate term – past him, clearly finished with his own task in the nursery. Naruto peeked at his disappearing form and gnawed down on his lower lip, wondering whether the older man was experiencing the same symptoms. If he was, at least he would be reassured it had something to do with the pregnancy. He couldn't immediately recall whether Deidara's chest had become slightly swollen this past few months, but then again he didn't tend to pay attention to the man's chest and the other man had started to favour loose shirts since he had entered his seventh month.
He should ask, though. If only to settle his restless mind.
On automatic pilot he cleaned his brushes thoroughly, setting them aside to dry. He left the window open in the nursery and cracked the one in his room open as well in the vague hope of getting some cool air in the warm, stuffy room.
Forgoing the shower for the moment, he made his way downstairs where he could hear Deidara puttering around. He stepped into the kitchen, which felt blessedly cool thanks to the fan humming and slowly turning back and forth next to the table, and spotted Deidara at the kitchen counter, cutting up some bananas and throwing them in a large bowl.
Making a fruit salad, Naruto presumed when he caught sight of the chopped pieces of apple and orange in the bowl.
Deidara glanced at him before turning his attention back to the cutting board. "You're finished, un?"
"Yeah, outline's completely done," Naruto replied, dragging a chair back to sit down. "Only needs to be painted and then it'll be finished."
"It already looks great, un. I can't wait to see how it'll look like coloured," Deidara said grinning. He lifted up the cutting board and tilted it towards the bowl, using his knife to scrape the banana pieces into it.
Naruto stared at his back, hesitating and drumming his fingers on the table. Should he ask? It sounded so embarrassing, but … How else was he supposed to know whether this new development was normal or not? Deidara was the only pregnant man he knew; it wasn't like he could ask anyone else.
Well, he supposed there was always Tsunade, of course, but that was more like a last resort. He could already hear her scolding him for not informing himself completely and he winced, rubbing the back of his neck.
With a sigh, he leant back in his chair and said, "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure, ask away," Deidara muttered and shrugged. He started cutting red grapes in two to add to the fruit salad.
"Eh, do you also have …" Naruto trailed off, licking his lips as he tried to figure out how to ask this without sounding like an idiot. He startled when a firm kick was aimed at his kidney and he rubbed soothingly over his stomach, feeling the baby shifting and fussing around.
"Do I have what?"
"Does your chest feel sore too?" Naruto blurted out at once and promptly went red when Deidara turned around surprised. With a groan he hid his face behind his hands. "That was not how I intended to ask it," he said, his voice muffled behind his skin.
"How were you going to ask that?" Deidara chuckled, sounding too amused at Naruto's expense.
"I don't know," Naruto whined, lowering his hands and scowling at him. "Just – not like that." He pursed his lips and squinted at the older man. "So? Does it?" Might as well go through with it, now that he had blurted it out like that.
Deidara shrugged, looking unconcerned. He placed the knife on the cutting board and crossed his arms, facing the younger blond again. "Sure, it does. It's normal, un," he said calmly.
"It is?" Naruto asked surprised.
His friend eyed him curiously. "You didn't know, un?"
"Well, it only started being this sensitive recently, so I didn't spend much attention to it," Naruto defended himself petulantly. "Is this because of the pregnancy?"
Cobalt blue eyes narrowed and Deidara leant forwards. "I thought you had read all information?"
Naruto glanced away, feeling oddly guilty underneath the penetrating gaze. "Eh, I was, you know, mostly focused on the actual getting pregnant part, so I didn't pay much attention to anything else," he muttered, scratching his cheek.
"Naruto-kun," Deidara chided and Naruto pouted, but remained silent. He sighed and sat down in the chair next to him. "The soreness you feel is an indication that your body is preparing the milk supply. That usually happens around the eight month for us men."
Naruto's head shot up and he stared at the other man. "Milk supply?" he repeated dumbly. As in …
"To breastfeed the baby, un," Deidara said frankly, crossing his arms on top of his belly.
"What," Naruto said blankly. Had he misheard him? Surely there was no way he as a man could actually …
"You really didn't read everything, huh?" Deidara shook his head disapprovingly and clucked his tongue. "We're capable of carrying a baby to term – why would it shock you to hear that we're capable of breastfeeding too?"
"Because we're men!" Naruto squeaked, feeling his cheeks heat up.
"Yes, and we all start off as female in the womb; why do you think men have nipples as well?" Deidara rolled his eyes, putting his chin on his fist and resting his elbow on the table. "In theory all men can breastfeed, you know, because the basic 'equipment'," he air quoted, "is there. The only difference is that men with the gene are able to produce enough of the hormone that's needed to be able to breastfeed. Our bodies generally start producing that hormone around the eight month; at least ours does. Don't know whether it's the same for women, un. Your chest's feeling sore now, because your body is preparing to breastfeed the baby."
"Oh." Naruto stared down at his chest and barely resisted the urge to poke it. So he was going to produce milk to feed the baby? To be honest, he had never wondered whether he would be able to breastfeed. He had just assumed that they would need to bottle feed the baby. The thought of being able to breastfeed their baby had never even crossed his mind.
Would that be weird?
Peeking through his eyelashes at the older man, he questioned, "Are you going to breastfeed?"
"Yeah, if I produce enough milk," Deidara nodded; a faint smile playing around his lips. His fingers were tracing circles on top of his belly.
Cerulean blue eyes looked back down at his chest and a sudden thought had him shooting his head up in alarm. "But I'm not going to grow big breasts, right?" he asked panicked; his eyes growing wide as saucers at the idea alone. Sure, he loved carrying a baby, knowing it was something he made with Sasuke, but he drew the line at actually gaining boobs!
Deidara stared at him like he was an idiot. "Do I look like I have a B cup, un?" he sneered.
"Well, no, but you're wearing loose clothes," Naruto sputtered; his cheeks felt like they were on fire now.
Deidara scoffed and rolled his eyes in exasperation. "No, you're not going to grow big breasts," he said, sounding a bit too condescending for Naruto's liking. "They just get a bit swollen, but that's it, un."
"It's a valid concern!" Naruto protested, scowling at his friend.
"Well, you can relax, un," he drawled. "You don't have to worry about wearing bras." He paused and gave the younger man a contemplative look. "Unless you and Sasuke-kun are into that, of course."
"Deidara-kun!" Yes, Naruto's face was definitely as red as a tomato now and he definitely felt like he was on fire as embarrassment filled him.
The older blond raised his hands in the air placatingly. "No judging here, un," he reassured him; his eyes dancing with laughter. He rose up from the chair and turned back to the counter. "Are you going to breastfeed?"
"Thinking about it," Naruto murmured, rubbing his stomach contemplatively. Would Sasuke think it was weird if he did breastfeed their child? Did the dark haired man even know Naruto was capable of doing that? Or was he just as in the dark as Naruto had been until now?
Deidara nodded and threw the last grapes into the bowl. "Want to share some fruit salad with me, un? We can pair it with ice cream."
"Sounds great," Naruto grinned and stood up to collect the ice cream from the freezer.
He'd discuss breastfeeding with Sasuke later, he decided. For now ice cream and fruit demanded his attention.
"I was thinking we could start house hunting tomorrow," Sasuke said abruptly.
Naruto reeled back, confused at the sudden change in topic. They had been discussing the latest stupid move Suigetsu had pulled while Naruto had been working up the nerve to talk about breastfeeding. Well, he had been working up the nerve while simultaneously wondering whether that was a topic he should approach when they were not on the phone with each other, but face to face rather. That seemed like one of those subjects that was better off being handled when there wasn't a device acting as a medium between the two of them.
Sasuke was still at work, actually, judging by the occasional sounds of a keyboard being used and papers rustling in the background, but he clearly needed to let off some steam by talking with Naruto. There was still a hint of irritation underlying his voice, but Naruto hadn't figured out yet whether the irritation had been caused by his work or by Sakura. Both were equally likely.
Sasuke's request about house hunting came completely out of the blue.
"House hunting?" Naruto repeated stumped, crossing his legs and sitting up straight on his bed. He had just woken up from a nap after having demolished nearly a quarter of the ice cream tub and the bedsheets were rumpled near the foot end of the bed.
"Yeah, you're due in October, so we can't push off finding a new place to live for much longer," Sasuke stated frankly. "Don't you want to live together?"
"Of course I do!" Naruto exclaimed; his heart starting to beat faster. "It's just …" He hesitated, not knowing whether it would be smart to continue that sentence.
"It's just what?"
"I thought you would want to – wait until the papers are signed," Naruto said, scratching the back of his head, feeling uncomfortable at the reminder that Sasuke was still officially married to Sakura – even if the man had stopped thinking of her as his wife.
Sasuke sighed loudly into the phone and there was a pause in which the typing on the keyboard grew harsher, as if he was working out his frustration on it. "I'm done waiting until she finally stops avoiding me. I'm sick of having to put my life on hold, just because she refuses to acknowledge the truth."
"People might see us and go snitch to her," Naruto said quietly. He knew one of the Hyuuga worked in real estate and the agency was close to Tenten's dojo. While not particularly close friends, Tenten would probably become curious if she saw Sasuke and Naruto entering a real estate agency together. Curious enough that she might even mention it to Sakura.
"Then they go snitch," Sasuke said dismissively and snorted harshly. "Maybe that might get her to sit down finally. I really don't care anymore, Naruto."
"Apparently," Naruto murmured, dropping his hand to rest on his stomach. There was still the slight unease and guilt about Sakura, but he couldn't deny that he was becoming excited as well at the prospect of going to look at houses together with Sasuke.
They were getting closer each day to a life together and Naruto couldn't wait until the day arrived that he and Sasuke could be officially together without Sasuke's marriage looming over them like a dark shadow.
"So, what do you think? Feeling up to house hunting tomorrow?" Sasuke's voice broke through his musings, purposefully light-hearted.
Naruto smiled, pressing his thumb against the foot nudging him. "I can't wait," he replied honestly.
"It's a date then," Sasuke declared and Naruto could easily picture the smirk on his face.
"It's a date," Naruto agreed; his smile widening into a giddy grin, his hand cradling the phone against his ear.
He couldn't imagine a better start of the weekend than looking at houses and bickering over them with Sasuke. It was going to be an amazing day, he just knew it!
Hiding a yawn behind his hand, half lidded blue eyes stared blankly at his glass of orange juice. He was slouched over the kitchen table – well, as much as his belly allowed for slouching anyway – having just finished his breakfast.
Itachi and Deidara had left around half an hour ago to do some grocery shopping and get the last tins of paint so that Sasuke could start painting. They were still missing some shades of green and Naruto had written down the names of the right colours so that the couple knew which ones to buy.
He himself was waiting for Sasuke to arrive, so that they could drive to the real estate agency. The baby had been rather merciful during the night, so Naruto had been able to sleep rather well, but he still felt a bit tired and he started wondering whether he should risk going back to bed to doze a bit.
He yawned again and sat up, stretching his arms.
A yelp was torn out of him when the doorbell suddenly rang sharply, echoing through the house. That must be Sasuke then, judging at how late it was.
He walked quickly to the door, opening it with a grin. "Hey, you're ready to …" The rest of his sentence was swallowed back when his brain registered who was standing in front of him.
It wasn't Sasuke. Far from it.
It was Sakura. Sakura, who was clutching her arms around her waist, and whose green eyes were red rimmed when she raised her head and stared at him. She had been crying; her nose still cherry red even when the rest of her face was pale as if she had seen a ghost.
Shocked he stared at her and reached out with his hand. "Sakura-chan? What happened? Why did you - " He recoiled at the sudden venomous look she shot at him, the way her face contorted with fury.
She clenched her fists and hissed out, "It's you, isn't it?"
"Wh-what do you mean?"
"You're the one who's fucking my Sasuke-kun behind my back, aren't you?!"
AN2: Yes, I did end it at that place. Felt like being a little bit evil I suppose LOL
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The next chapter should normally appear on the ninth of March. We're slowly inching closer to the ending, so prepare for some drama :)
See you all back in the next chapter!
Cuddles
Melissa
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