Hell.

He nodded to his wife as he slipped off his sandals, “Fine. Just in town to make a report.” Sakura’s frown didn’t go unnoticed, “I’ll probably be here for two weeks as things get figured out.”

“Sarada is going to be so excited!” Green eyes filled with joy and love, unable to hold back her little squeal. It used to annoy him, but her happiness was definitely one of his favorite sounds. This was only briefly interrupted as he gave in an inquisitive look.

“Oh! She’s still on a mission with Konohamaru, Boruto, and Mitsuki. She should be back tomorrow morning.” Sakura set down his cloak on the small table by the entry way, “Did you eat? I can warm up some leftovers if you want?”

“Yeah,” He nodded again, “The Dobe forced me to get Ichiraku before I came home.”

Sakura giggled, music to his ears, “Well, at least you won’t be hungry.”

“Yeah.” He agreed, his eyes softly looking into hers with content. Her husband’s gaze caused her cheeks to turn a shade of rose as she stepped closer to him.

“I’m glad you’re home, Anata.” Sakura rested her hands on his chest and leaned into him. Sasuke returned the affection and wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head. He missed her. The smaller woman tilted her head up with a smile.  

His lips pressed against hers in wonton need as she practically slammed the bedroom door shut with her foot. This elicited a soft chuckle from his lips. In reality, the time between him arriving and them practically running to their room, took maybe fifteen minutes.

But here they were, arms tangled, tugging off clothes and nails scraping against skin. Without much thought, Sasuke summoned his Sussano’o arm to lift Sakura and almost throw her onto the bed with a primal growl. She burst into laughter as he crawled on top and feathered kisses along her jaw and neck.

“C’mere!” She giggled and pulled his face up to hers to passionately kiss him. Her shoulders rose up to her jaw, because she was just so damn happy to have her husband home again. Sasuke’s teeth pulled at her lower lip, smile never leaving her face.

“Hn.” It was his own chuckle as he nibbled down her neck. His ears flushed red as her moan filled the air when he teased her nipple with his fingers. He didn’t waste any time and sucked on her right one. Sakura couldn’t help but to press her core against him – it was a gentle reminder of where she really wanted needed him.

Eager himself, Sasuke slid his hand down her taut stomach until reaching coarse curls and dipped his fingers past. Sturdy digits circled around her clit as she guided his head down to the same spot. His tongue greedily replaced his index and middle finger, migrating those down to her entrance.

The mewl she let out when he touched exactly where she liked sent Sasuke’s mind haywire. Lust filled his thoughts as he helped his wife reach a common goal. It didn’t take long for her coil to snap, loud moans and twitching signaling her climax.

He wiped his mouth before going back up to kiss her, his cock practically throbbing at where his fingers just were.

“P-Please, Sasuke-kun…” Lidded emerald begged him, rolling back when he gratified her, lips parting with a moan at every needy thrust.

Again, they should’ve been more careful. The usually were. But they didn’t even notice when something was off. That is, until it was literally at their door.

“Mama! I’m home early from my mission! I saw Papa’s cape a-“ Sarada stopped mid sentence as she opened the door to her mother’s room. Luckily, there was furniture and the angle of the bed kept her from directly seeing anything too graphic.

But not for Sasuke.

Her expression was one that would be burned into his mind forever (but really, imagine how she felt?). Her glasses glared, covering what her eyes looked like, and lips were pressed into a firm line as she quietly – but firmly – closed the door again.

All the color drained from Sasuke’s face as he gazed back to his wife, who had her hands covering her mouth.

He thought he was scared, until he heard a snort.

Is she… “Sakura.” His voice was stern, “This isn’t funny.”

Sakura rolled over in a fit of laughter. This time, he truly did find it annoying.

~

Sarada didn’t come home for a week after that, only updating Sakura with her whereabouts via text. According to his wife, she decided to make the Akimichi residence her new home.

“You don’t need to be so gloom about it, Anata.” She giggled, pulling her satchel over her shoulder. “And don’t be awkward if she decides to come home. She’s fourteen and knows very well where she came from.”

“Doesn’t mean she needs to see it.” His glare was almost piercing, but Sakura dodged its daggers with more giggles.

“I’ll be back tonight after my clinic hours.” She stood on her tiptoes to kiss him, “Love you.”

He nodded as she turned around, leaving him alone in the house. He could’ve left to walk around the village, but that increased his chances of running into his daughter. He wasn’t quite ready for that yet.

Unfortunately for him, luck was completely against him this time.

Right as he turned to walk back towards the living room to relax, the door opened again. Sasuke turned around to ask Sakura what she forgot, but instead onyx eyes mirrored him.

“A-ah,” He almost visibly gulped, “Welcome home.”

Sarada could’ve laughed. Instead, she walked right past her father, “Yeah, thanks.”

Instead of taking Sakura’s advice, Sasuke decided to make things as awkward as possible.

“How was your day… week… Little Peanut?”

The look of pure disgust she gave him shot his own daggers through his heart. She twisted them with the roll of her eyes. Sasuke cursed himself, remembering she wasn’t fond of that name the first time he awkwardly called her that.

She walked into the kitchen and began cutting an apple. Sasuke awkwardly followed her and leaned against the counter.

“An apple…” He mindlessly stated, thoroughly being ignored.

Chop.

Chop.

Sasuke sighed, “Sarada, about the other night. We –“

CHOP.

He almost jumped at how that cut was definitely louder than the last. He opened his mouth to speak again, but was promptly interrupted.

“Papa, look. I don’t care anymore, I’m over it. It’s been months since you’ve been home before that, and I wasn’t supposed to be home until the night after.” She finally looked up at him, a smile in her eyes that reminded him of Sakura, “Besides, you and Mama love each other, so that makes me happy. Just lock the door and I’ll knock from now on, okay? Don’t be so annoying about it.”

His mouth never closed, still shocked and embarrassed by what she said.

Sarada decided to put one of her apple slices in his mouth, which he chewed on absentmindedly. She took her bowl of fruit and went into her room, not before patting Sasuke on the arm as if she were a parent saying “good game” to their son.

After swallowing, he let out the breath he felt like he had been holding for a week.

“Maybe I will take a shower.” Sasuke slowly stood up, “But you should go first.” You must be exhausted from work.

“No, really! It’s fine.” She smiled up at him, emerald eyes shining brightly, “I don’t mind waiting.”

“I guess it can’t be helped then…” Sasuke’s smirk became almost devilish – it almost sent shivers down Sakura’s spine. She knew he was about to say something erotic, “I guess we’ll have to shower together.”

There went the shivers. “B-But it’s so small! I doubt we both could comfortably fit in it…”

“Do you not want to?”

“I, uh, n…” Her cheeks reddened, “O-Okay…”

“Okay, let’s go.” Sasuke turned around, his voice almost sounding like he was talking about leaving for a mission. Sakura almost chuckled out loud when she saw his voice wavered, catching a glimpse of his blush.

Once in their bedroom, Sakura locked the door behind her. It’d be horrible if Sarada were to walk in on what they had wordlessly planned. She did the same when they went into the small bathroom. She pulled down two white, fluffy towels off their shelf and set them on the toilet, so it’d be easier for them to grab after they were done. Sasuke went ahead and started the water.

“Ah, the shower takes a while to heat up, right?” Sasuke looked over his shoulder as Sakura removed her bracelets.

“Yeah.” She nodded, taking off her plastic headband, “The water heater here is a little old.”

He turned the heat up so it would be fast, then turned around to Sakura, “I guess we’ll have to wait then.” His right hand slowly caressed from her shoulder to her hand, where his fingers laced with hers.

“Yeah,” The pinkette angled her face up towards him, their lips barely brushing, “I guess we do…”

Their lips molded together perfectly. A slow, loving dance that didn’t rush to pick up tempo. They wanted to savor the moment – celebrate their love. It wasn’t until he felt her tongue at his lips and her face tilted to go deeper that their passion really began to display. Her arms wrapped around his neck and hands dug into raven locks. His own hand moved to the bare spot of his wife’s stomach and explored the skin there as if it was his first time. His skilled hand easily unbuttoned her qipao, letting it fall to the floor without much care. As if synchronized by the wires of their love, their hands wordlessly switched in a smooth motion.  His went behind her back to work on her bra clasps, while hers went to the buttons of his vests.

She was able to undo the three buttons before Sasuke could even get one clasp.

“You’re getting rusty, Sasuke-kun.” She playfully sucked on his lower lip, already halfway done with his dress shirt, “Need a hand?”

“Tch. Don’t be annoying.” He kissed down her neck, still struggling, “I only have one arm to work with here.”

“And who’s fault is that?” She imitated him from earlier. The glare he shot her made her burst out in laughter, his heart skipping a beat at his favorite song.

“Shut up.” If she wanted to play a game, he would match her. Instead of a jokingly painful massage, he bit into the crook of her neck. The noise that came out of her mouth was different than Sasuke’s pained grunt from before – it was a shocked, sexy groan.

“Hn,” He smirked with pride, “That’s more like it.”

He continued a mixture of kissing, sucking, and biting in that area (below where her qipao covered), as he finally removed her bra. She gave him a playful smirk that said a mixture between “Good job” and “About time”, pushing his dress shirt off his shoulders. Sasuke guided her to the small sink counter with a warning glare as he hinted for her to sit on it. As she hoisted herself up, he easily pulled down both her pants and underwear.

Sasuke crashed his lips into hers in the most ungraceful way ever. His roughness had her moaning and squirming; her fingers tugged at his scalp, legs wrapping around his waist as his hand played below pink curls. Sakura arched into her husband’s mouth as his lips migrated to one of her pert nipples. He timed it so his index finger entered her as his teeth rolled a nipple. She couldn’t help but to grind against his ministrations with desperate pants, one hand still in his hair, the other clenching the counter’s edge for dear life. Her head smacked backwards into the mirror with a thud when he inserted his middle finger.

Mismatched glanced up at her to make sure she was okay without fully stopping. There were no cracks in the mirror from what he could tell, and it seemed like Sakura didn’t even notice it happened. She was too busy trying to suck in air – as if she was drowning in pleasure.

Relieved she was more than okay, Sasuke kissed kissed down her flat stomach, relishing her flavor. The steam in the bathroom was making her sweat, and it was something he didn’t mind.

Sakura quickly realized what he was wanting to do. To make room for his face, she put the heel of one foot at the edge of the sink basin, and held her other leg behind the knee with her hand.  The other hand stayed firm on the counter’s edge for balance.

His hand never stopped, and the added pleasure from his tongue on her nub had her groaning and shaking around him. She rode his face, letting go of her leg to rest over his shoulder, hand quickly grabbing at his head.

“Fuck, Sasuke-ku-, I can’t…”

Though, her actions said otherwise as she grinded into him harder. Her mouth was agape, pussy squeezing tight around his fingers. He let out a frustrated groan, regretting not removing his pants earlier. The way her stomach tensed told him she was tipping over the edge. He gently increased the pressure right there, completely undoing her.

Sasuke was grateful that the shower was on, and the bathroom was on the other side of the apartment – Sarada definitely would’ve heard the deep moan Sakura released as she pulsated around Sasuke’s fingers.

“That was mean, Dear.” She had one arm over her eyes, other still in his hair. He smirked with a proud “hn.” at how out of breath she was.

So fucking sexy.

Sasuke slowly pulled his fingers out of her sensitive area, causing shivers to roll through her. He kissed her thighs in the most teasing way possible.

“No,” She scolded him as she pulled his swollen lips up to hers, “It’s my turn.” She shakily kissed him, still recovering.

“Only if you think you can.” It was a challenge.

A new fire rekindled within Sakura’s stomach as she practically jumped off the counter and slammed Sasuke into the wall. Her hands went right to his bulge as green pierced uncovered onyx.

“Who do you think you are? Who do you think I am?”

He let out a hiss, “Obviously, an Uchiha.” He answered both questions in one sentence.

She snorted as she undid the button to his pants, “Cute.” In one tugging motion, she pulled them down with his boxers, going to her knees. His length sprang up and almost touched her nose, “Even cuter.”

Cute? “You won’t be saying that when I’m through with yo- UNG.” Sakura licked from base to tip, completely catching him off guard.

“What was that, dear?” She kissed at his precum, earning another sighed moan.

“I’ll get my revenge…” He tipped his head back, hand lacing into pink.

“Only if you think you can.” She imitated, taking him into her mouth. Sakura laughed around him as he shot her a glare, the vibrations causing his cock to jump.

His eyes never left hers as he watched himself disappear behind her lips. The way they formed perfectly around his member, the sloppy noises that came from them as her tongue danced around his veins. Sasuke barely even noticed that his Sharingan activated.

He could feel himself getting closer, but didn’t want this to end. Sasuke went to tilt his head back, figuring the lack of seeing her actions would steady him for longer. As he was about to close his eyes, he noticed a deep, small crack in the foggy mirror from where Sakura’s head was. He almost began to wonder if the landlord would want to replace it himself, or if the policy allowed them to change it themselves. It’d be hard to come up with a believable excuse as to why the mirror cracked in that particular spot.

Speaking of hard, looking away only managed to hold Sasuke over for a few seconds. His train of thought stopped as Sakura began to attack the base of his tip with her tongue.

“S-Shit!” His head snapped back down to her, hand moving to her jaw to bring her back up to his level.

“What’s wrong, Sasuke-kun?” She bit her lower lip as she stood up, “It really has been too long if you don’t think you’ll last more than one round.”

“I thought I told you not to be annoying,” He towered over her, his dominant stance turning Sakura on even more, “Besides, the shower is ready. We shouldn’t waste hot water.”

She smacked a loud kiss to his lips, “Yes, Dear~”

Sakura opened the glass door and put her hand in to test the water, adjusting accordingly. Since Sasuke tended to prefer hotter showers, she had to turn it down a bit. She wanted to feel dizzy because of him, not the water temperature.

The moment her feet crossed the threshold, Sasuke pushed her against the wall, his susano’o hand holding both of hers against the warm tile. He used his right hand to align at her core, but refused to give her what she wanted. He teased a few times before she whined.

“Sasuuuuuuke-kun...” She wiggled her behind at him, “Don’t you wanna cum inside me?”

Her words made him gulp. Defeated, he slammed into her. She threw her head back, causing water droplets to fling from her head to his chest.

Sasuke set up a slow pace. Pulling almost completely out of her, then slamming to her hilt as fast as he could. It was created a fire that slowly burned her from the inside.

“Shit, you’re so wet.” He whispered into her ear, only adding to the heat. She let out a cute, muffled moan as his words caused her to clench around him. “And tight too.” Sakura shivered at this, arching against his chest; he could feel the goosebumps form on her back.

“I just can’t wait to fuck the shit out of your tight, wet pussy,” He kept the slow pace, “Until the only thing you can think of to say is my name.”

“S-Sasuke…” Her eyes were clenched shut. Sakura could barely process his dirty talk. Her mind was just naturally filled with nothing but him.

“Yes, just like that.” He praised, kissing at the corner of her jaw.

“Please…” He had her begging. She wanted more – so bad her core almost hurt.

“What do you want, my wife?” He licked to the base of her neck.

“You. Fuck me.”

He pushed in, but instead of going out slow, he pumped animalistically into her core. Her surprised yelp quickly turned into moans of pleasure, then frustration when she realized he was purposefully avoiding her favorite spot.

“Sasuke! Come ON!” She was able to release her hands from his susano’o (not that he was trying to hard to keep them there) and pulled his hair, “Don’t be a fucking tease!”

“Impatient?” He snorted against her neck, “You just came. Let me have my fun.”

Sakura groaned and moved her hand to play with her nub. She barely was able to circle around it three times before his susano’o hand pulled it away, “Not yet.”

“Asshole…” She leaned her head against the tile, still relishing in how good he felt. Sakura almost let out a huff of anger, ready turn and top him (though she didn’t know how she’d do that in their small bathroom – she’d decide that later), when he decided to gratify her. His hand snaked around to her clit and flicked it with vigour.

“Yes! There!” Sakura snapped her hand down to hold his wrist – both just to be closer and to guarantee he wouldn’t suddenly take it away. He had a bad habit of leaving her hanging a few times before letting her finish. When she realized he wouldn’t she let out a chuckle in the middle of the pleasure.

“Getting close already?” Sakura glanced over her shoulder, green eyes aligning with red and purple.

“Should ask you the, fuck, the sa-same thing…” He groaned as she tightened around him, slamming into her sweet spot harder.

Again, she leaned up and pressed her back into him to allow deeper access.

Her breath and words came out hurriedly, “Fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming…” She repeated it until waves washed over her and knees buckled. She ended up experiencing after shocks when she felt him tip over the edge as well.

Sasuke’s arm quickly went to under Sakura’s chest to keep her from falling.

“So… unfair…” She rested her forearms and forehead against the tile, back heaving with each breath. Her toes curled and she gasped as his spent member slipped out of her, “Careful, I’m still sensitive.”

Sasuke simply chuckled as he kissed her neck, “Even cuter.” He wasn’t done with their imitation game.

“Oh, can it.” She turned around and cupped his face. He could feel her smile through their playful kiss.

Sakura’s eyes shined as they pulled away, “I’m glad you decided to stay another night, Sasuke-kun.”

He used his right hand to gently tuck a strand of hair behind her ears, “Me too.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, Sakura.” He tapped her forehead, “Let’s clean up and go to bed.”

Boruto: babe!!! Im so sorry!!! I completely overslept and just woke up. I can be there in 15 if you still have time for lunch Sarada: I figured as much. Don’t worry about it, Dear. I won’t be able to leave for lunch for another fifteen minutes anyways. See you soon :)

Boruto let out a sigh of relief, making sure he had his phone, wallet, and keys before leaving their house. The walk to the Hokage’s office was pretty straight forward, and not too long. Though, the summer’s heat scorched him and he immediately started sweating. Once he got there, he sighed in annoyance.

“Ah~ You two are going on a lunch date, huh?” Naruto rested his elbow on his desk, head in hand, “Man, that brings back memories with how Hinata and I used to go on dates all the time. To be young and in love again. Where are you two going? You should go to Ichiraku, it’s where your mom and I had our first date….”

Honestly, Boruto wanted to STRANGLE his dad for talking about his first date, again, in full detail for over half an hour. He was hungry, and he could tell that his wife was too.

“Dad…” He narrowed his eyes in irritation.

“Oh, alright, alright.” Naruto chuckled, “Go enjoy your lunch. Just be back in an hour.”

Before he could start talking again, Boruto practically dragged Sarada out of the office.

“Ugh, that old man would’ve talked for an hour…” He rolled his eyes.

Sarada giggled, nudging her husband’s elbow, “I think it’s cute how much he loves your mom. Besides, I can see you becoming just like that when you’re his age.”

“Pfft,” Boruto snorted while putting his hands behind his head, “Fat fucking chance.”

Sarada was about to make another snide remark before the two stumbled across three of their friends. Shikadai, Inojin, and Iwabe.

“Oh! How are you guys doing?” Boruto smiled, “Long time no see, huh?”

“Yo, Boruto! Not doing so bad.” Iwabe fist bumped him, “Just got back from our mission. Was a piece of cake.”

“Oh yeah, near the Hidden Mist village, right?” Sarada put her weight on one foot, “You guys were supposed to be back tomorrow. I’m glad it went that smoothly.”

“It was easy, but boring. That part was a drag.” Shikadai yawned, Inojin rolling his eyes at his boyfriend.

“If it was that boring, then how come you struggled to catch the rogue ninja?”

“Listen, I-“

This went on for about ten minutes, Sarada and Boruto watching in amusement. Then, they remembered that they were on a time constraint. But every time they tried to excuse themselves, they were interrupted and told to pick a side (they didn’t even realize there were sides?). Eventually, Sarada spoke up.

“It doesn’t matter; the mission is done. Just go make your report to the Hokage asap.” He voice was stern.

Defeated, they listened to her.

“Jeez, now we only have about thirty minutes.” She sighed.

“We should pick somewhere relatively fast. What sounds good?”

She thought for a moment, “Burgers? That’s pretty quick.” Boruto agreed, grateful she wanted his favorite food. There was a long line at the restaurant, but luckily the workers were able to get everyone though pretty decently. They sat at a table near the back.

“Man, we only have about fifteen minutes before we gotta head back.” Boruto complained as he unwrapped his food, “Totally sucks. I just wanted a nice lunch date to relax with my wife. Is that too much to ask for these days?”

“I guess so.” She giggled, “We’ll have to set up a re-do.” Sarada winked, about to bite into her burger.

“Hey, can I have your tomato? Mine’s small.”

Boruto blinked, “I thought you didn’t care for tomatoes?”

“It sounds good. I think it’s the heat.”

Shrugging, Boruto took of his and handed it to her… spilling his drink in the process. Sarada just managed to dodge it by scooting back.

“Shit!” He groaned, “Sorry about that. Did you get any on you?”

“No, thankfully. That dark cola would’ve stained my pants.” She grabbed a napkin to dab up the mess, “Ya klutz.”

“Ya klutz.” He mimicked in a joking tone, “It’s because you uncharacteristically asked for my tomato.”

Sarada sat back down and put the tomato on her sandwich, “Oh, so it’s my fault?” She chuckled as she ate.

“Of course it is.” He winked at her, indicating he was definitely joking. Sarada rolled her eyes with a smile.

They finished their food just in time and began to walk back to the office. Along the way, Sarada suddenly felt a sharp pang in her stomach. She barely made it to a trash can to empty out her lunch.

“Woah, babe? Are you okay?” He held her hair back with one hand, rubbed her back with the other.

“Ugh, yeah.” She grabbed a napkin from her purse to clean her mouth, “I think it’s the heat… It’s been making me feel nauseous lately. But that’s the first time I’ve thrown up. I need to drink more water…”

“I should take you to the hospital, especially if you’re this dehydrated.” Boruto furrowed his brows in worry.

“No, no. I don’t think it’s serious enough for that.” She chuckled, waving her hand.

“I’m taking you. We’ll text my dad.”

“I’m not going.”

“Yes you are!” He was annoyed, “Stop being so stubborn!”

“Me stubborn? You’re the one insisting I go! Why do you-” She was interrupted by another round of vomit. When all that came up was painful bile, she sighed.

“… Okay, I’ll go… I think Mama’s working the clinic today too.”

After calling Naruto, Boruto went ahead and texted his mother-in-law to let her know they were arriving. When they got to the hospital, they were easily able to go back to an examination room, where Sakura was already waiting.

“I think it’s just dehydration. An IV would fix it, right?” Sarada looked at her mom, just wanting this to be fixed.

“That’s what I suspect too, but I’ll do a full body exam just to check. Lay down, sweetie.” Sakura instructed her daughter before focusing chakra to her hands. She started at Sarada’s head, noticing her own chakra pattern was off. Definitely not a sign of just dehydration. When she moved lower, she found the source of the sickness. Sakura couldn’t help but to gasp.

“Huh? What is it?” Sarada became nervous, Boruto’s own heart dropping.

Instead of answering, Sakura just smiled and went into a fit of giggles.

“Auntie Sakura… You’re scarin’ me, y’know…”

“Sarada, when is your next period due?” The pinkette refused to flat out tell her.

“About six days ago. Why?” It dawned on her, “You don’t think… What!? No way!!”

Boruto was still confused, “What the hell does her period have to do with this?”

Sarada covered her mouth with a smile, tears forming. The two hadn’t necessarily been trying for a baby – but they definitely weren’t doing anything to prevent it, either.  She slowly turned to face him.

“We’re having a baby.”

Boruto’s mouth fell open as he practically ran across the small room to scoop his wife up and spin her around, “No fucking way!! Really!?” He looked at Sakura for confirmation.

She nodded, “I can definitely tell when someone’s pregnant. Congrats! I’m so proud and happy for you both!” Sakura joined in on the hug with a squeal. Once they calmed down, she happily grabbed a few pamphlets and wrote prescriptions. She went over each item, explaining do’s and don’ts, and some things they should expect. Followed by suggesting pregnancy and birth-prep courses that the hospital offered. With a final hug, she sent them off.

Usually, Sarada hated showing public displays of affection. But today was special, so she gladly held his hand and leaned into his shoulder, all smiles. They decided to go to the Hokage’s office to share the news. To their surprise, Hinata was there. She was delivering Naruto’s lunch – which he left at home (it happened so often, Sarada wondered if he did it on purpose just to see his wife. Though, she couldn’t imagine Hinata complaining about it).

“Hey, I thought ya weren’t gonna come back?” Naruto furrowed his brows, worried, “Don’t force yourself to be here if you don’t feel well.”

“Oh yeah, Naruto-kun was just telling me you went home sick. Is everything okay, Sarada-chan?”

Before they could answer, there was a knock at the door. Once given an okay, the person entered. It was none other than Sasuke.

“Papa!” Sarada smiled, “Welcome back, how was your solo mission?”

“Fine.” He nodded, “What is everyone doing here?”

“Well, Hinata was just bringin’ me my lunch. Sarada-chan went home early during lunch because she got sick, but now she’s back?” Naruto ended in a question, stating his confusion.

“Sick?” Sasuke raised an eyebrow in question, “It won’t be good if you strain yourself and have to be out of commission for even longer. Go home and rest.”

“Oh, I will. In fact, I’ll probably not feel well for a while…” Sarada couldn’t hide her smirk as she handed Naruto a form, requesting a leave from missions.

“Eh? For…” He looked at the reason, “What!? Maternity leave!? You two are…” Hinata let out a gasp that reflected Sakura’s from earlier, Sasuke’s own mouth parting slightly in shock.

“Yep! I’m due in April!” She smiled, Boruto wrapping his arm around her shoulders, “Speaking of which, is it okay if I take the next few days off? Mama gave me some medicine for the morning sickness, but she said it might not kick in for a few days. Maybe three?”

“Yes, of course! Take all the time you need!” Naruto smiled, moving from behind his desk, “This is such great news! I’m going to be a grandpa! I’ll be the best grandpa ever!”

Sasuke chimed in with a smirk, “That’s a fight you’ll lose.”

“Over my dead body!” Naruto narrowed his eyes as he pulled Sarada into a hug, waving his shoulders from side to side, “I’ll dote this child to no end! Just watch me!”

“H-Hokage-sama… You’re making me nauseous…”

“Great start, dobe.” Sasuke rested his hand on Sarada’s shoulder with a gentle squeeze. It was his own way of showing her how excited he was.

Hinata hugged Boruto, “This is such great news! Congratulations, you two! We’ll be here to support you no matter what. Don’t bother looking for a babysitter, either. I wouldn’t mind doing that.”

“That feels soooo nice.” It came out like a satisfied, tired whine. He couldn’t help but to chuckle at how cute she sounded.

“You feel nice.”

“You’re corny.” She snorted, glancing up at her husband to kiss the tip of his chin, “And you need to shave. You feel prickly.”

“Oh? Do I?” Boruto narrowed his eyes before forcefully nuzzling his face into her neck, “I can’t quite tell…”

Sarada giggled and pushed him away, yelling for him to stop, “You dork!”

In the process of laughing, the blond ripped a loud, wet fart.

“Oh my god!” She squealed again, “Get away from me, you stink! Do you need to wipe?”

Boruto’s mischievous mind quickly plotted another prank. Before the stench could fully escape, he pulled the covers over Sarada’s head. By now, Sarada was yelling, coughing, and punching Boruto’s gut to let her out. He only followed her request when she stopped moving. He nervously pulled the covers down to her shoulders.

“Why did I marry you?” Oh yeah, she was definitely annoyed.

Her question made him chuckle, “It took a lot of convincing.” Though, he wasn’t talking about convincing her; it was convincing himself.

“What do you mean?” Sarada quirked an eyebrow.

It started with innocent inquiries of when he would ask her.

~ Boruto sat on a bench next to Sarada and Shikadai with Mitsuki, Inojin, and Metal Lee standing nearby, chatting about whatever came to mind. In the middle of her sentence, Sarada stopped and ran past her friends.

“Papa!” She smiled eagerly, “Did you just get back from your mission?”

During their conversation, Boruto couldn’t help but to gaze at her with all the love in the world. Seeing his girlfriend this happy filled his heart with joy, especially since he knew how much Sarada adored her father. His shoulders relaxed and he let out a soft sigh.

“Wow, if you love her so much, why don’t you marry her?” Inojin playfully smacked Boruto’s shoulder to snap him out of his trance.

“Yeah, yeah.” Boruto rolled his eyes before waving goodbye to Sarada as she announced she was heading home with Sasuke.

“No, but seriously… You’ve known each other since diaper days, have been in love since you were, like, ten, and have been dating for five years now. When are you going to pop the question?” Shikadai smirked, knowing this would get a reaction out of his friend.

“Ehhhhh!?” Boruto’s whiskered cheeks flushed a dark pink, “I-I guess I haven’t really thought about it…”  

Metal smiled, “Marriage is the ultimate form of youth showing their love!”

Boruto’s face blushed even more, “What’s all this questioning about!?”

“That wasn’t even a question,” Mitsuki smiled, pausing before the next part, “Do you want to marry her? I think you two make a great couple.”

“I mean; I love her…. Maybe? I dunno! Ugh” Defeated, Boruto crossed his arms with a huff, “I don’t want to rush her into anything…”

“So you have thought about it?” Shikadai’s smirk never disappeared.

“You know, if you get married, you won’t have to sneak around to have sex, right?” Inojin laughed with Shikadai.

“Shut up!” The man in question shot a glare at the two before standing up, “Whatever. I’m out.” Hands deep in his pockets, the nineteen-year-old stomped away as his friends laughed at his embarrassment.

Three months later, Boruto was leveling up his main in Ninjawatch (Kenshi was his favorite), when his phone started vibrating. It was a text message from Chouchou.  

Chouchou: hey got a minute? Boruto: nah playing my game Chouchou: are you serious? [message read, 10 minutes ago] Chouchou: omfg dude its about sarada Boruto: huh? Is she okay? whats up? Chouchou: yeah shes fine lmao Boruto: … Boruto: make it quick before i completely ignore u Chouchou: rude! do u kno how many men would DIE to have my number and get txts from me? Boruto: <1 Chouchou: fuck you. Chouchou: anyways Chouchou: are you EVER going to propose to her? Boruto: wtf? where did that come from?? why is everyone asking me that??? Chouchou: just answer the question Boruto: i mean yeah eventually i guess Chouchou: like, soon? Boruto: not that ive planned, y? is she asking?? Chouchou: cant say. why not soon?

Boruto sighed. Was he really about to explain this to his girlfriend’s best friend, someone who always teased him?

Boruto: i dont want her to feel pushed into marrying me if she isnt ready yknow. id hate to have her feel rushed into something she doesnt want Chouchou: fear of rejection? Boruto: … i guess Chouchou: #daddyissues Boruto: bye. Chouchou: WAIT before you go - you dont have to worry about that Boruto: ??? Boruto: whatd she say to you Boruto: i stg if this is another one of your pranks… [message read, 8 minutes ago] Boruto: chouchou. cmon. Chouchou: gtg ttyl ;) u got the rest~ good luck~

Boruto’s face, once again, was a bright crimson. Confused didn’t even begin to describe how he felt.

Did Sarada want to marry him? Did she tell Chouchou? Yeah, he knew that the two were hanging out that day. He never expected they’d talk about this though.

A week later, Boruto came downstairs as his mother was cooking dinner.

“Want any help?” He flashed Hinata a smile that reminded her of Naruto.

“Sure, I wouldn’t mind.” She gave her son a warm smile, “I was making gyoza. If you work on that, I’ll cut the veggies for the salad.”

Boruto nodded, taking Hinata’s place in front of the frying pan. He bit his lower lip, not quite sure how to bring up the subject he wanted to ask about.

“So, how is Sarada? Didn’t you have lunch with her today?” Hinata was creating small talk.

“Yeah. She’s doing fine, busy with preparing to start job shadowing under Dad.”

“Is she excited?”

“Oh yeah. Nervous, too.” Boruto chuckled.

Speaking of Sarada… He took a deep breath before speaking again, “Hey, how did Dad propose to you again?”

“By the river, close to one of our first dates. He used one of my mother’s necklaces…” Hinata glanced at her son, predicting this is what he was going to talk about, “But I’ve told that story many times. You want to ask Sarada, right?”

Boruto held the longer cooking chopsticks still in his hand, “How did you know?”

“Mother’s intuition,” She winked, “Plus, you’ve been really distant lately, deep in thought. Your father was the same way before he asked me. You two have a lot in common, y’know.”

“I guess.” He chuckled, turning over one of the gyoza, “It’s been heavily hinted at me that she wants to, and…” He blushed, “I want to too. I just don’t know how…”

Though he was an adult now, the look on his face reminded her of when he was younger.  Hinata looked up at Boruto, wondering when he grew up, and why it happened so quick. It seemed just like yesterday he said his first words, and would fall asleep in her arms after being fed.

“Your six-year anniversary is next week. That’d be perfect.” She rested her hand on his back, “Talk to Sasuke-kun or Sakura about how since they know her better.”

“Yeah,” He nodded again, “Good idea. Thanks, Mom.”

Hinata pulled him into a side hug, “Of course, Boruto. I’m proud of you.”

~

“And, the rest is history.” Boruto smiled as he ran his fingers through soft, raven hair.

Sarada was sobbing with love, laughing at how ridiculous she must’ve looked. She used her wrist to wipe some of the tears, “I can’t believe Chouchou narc’d on me! And via text!”

Boruto swiped away a tear she missed with his thumb with a chuckle, “Aren’t you glad though? We might still just be dating if she hadn’t.”

“I probably would’ve proposed to you by then.”

“That’d be so uncool…” Boruto kissed her nose, “But I would’ve said yes.”

Sarada laughed again, “You’re always uncool.”

They gazed into each others eyes before soft lips slowly met.