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Sure thing lovely anon💞

💙: “Sooo who was that?”

🐯: “Is She really just a friend?”

Word Count: 801

Squick: Alcohol Mention

[Y/N] sat up in the king sized bed she usually shared with her boyfriend. Around her, his ninken comfortably slept. Pakkun nuzzled in his usual spot that should have been in between his master and his girlfriend.

Except tonight, only she occupied the bed.

The glowing red numbers of the alarm clock on her bedside table told her that Kakashi should have been home over two hours ago. He was never one to break a promise, even when he was drinking.

She slips out of bed, adoring her black robe and pink slippers. Perhaps he had fallen asleep on the couch with his book, he did that every once in a while. She would always sneak down and cover him up with a blanket, pull down his mask and steal her goodnight kiss.

She turns into their living room and sees the couch empty. Not a single light was on downstairs, his keys weren’t next to hers on the hook.

He hadn’t made it home.

Worry crept through [Y/N]’s body as she peeks out the front window. Kakashi had once fallen asleep out there while talking with Gai.

It was empty, the porch light illuminated their front lawn. The porch light stayed on until the last person made it home, it was a family rule.

[Y/N] steps into the kitchen and picks up the kettle to bring it to the sink. As she fills it with water, she glances out the kitchen window every so often, she just wanted to see him stumble home.

She usually didn’t enjoy him when he was overly intoxicated but, she would prefer a drunk Kakashi over a missing one any day.

Placing the kettle onto the flame of the stove, she busies herself with picking out tea and a mug.

The kettle whistles as she reassues herself that surely, if something had happened to her love that the dogs would have woken. They were so intuned with each other.

The tick-tock that echoed through the empty first floor was eerie as she watched her tea steep.

Her head perks up as he hears laughter from the pathway that lead up to their home. It was Kakashi, and a woman she didn’t recognize.

She hears the fumbling of keys and the door creaks open. Instead of walking out to greet the arrivals, she waits in the kitchen.

“You are far too sweet to me Emika.” Kakashi purrs to woman as he puts down his keys.

“Just had to make sure you got home safely!” The soft teasing twinkle of laughter that followed almost made [Y/N] sick to her stomach.

She listens to them talk for a few minutes before the woman leaves and Kakashi shuts the door.

“Sooo, who was that?” [Y/N] calls out curtly and she hears Kakashi walk towards the kitchen.

“Hi angel, you’re up late.” He comments with a hiccup as he leans on the counter across from his girlfriend.

“Who was that?” She questions again as she stares him down.

“Emika Hinato, she’s a new chunin who is teaching at the academy alongside Iruka.” He explains as he starts to snack on the strawberries she had cut up and forgot to put away befoe going to sleep.

“Uh huh, a friend of yours then?” [Y/N] asks as she stirs in ginger syrup into her tea, the spoon clinking against the mug with her aggressive stirs.

“Yes, baby is something that matter?” He asks as he pulls his mask down, he rarely ever wore it when they were alone together.

“Oh, I don’t know Kakashi. You promise to be home at midnight, it is now almost three am and you swagger home with a young girl on you arm while your pregnant girlfriend is awake worrying about you!” [Y/N] exclaims as she glared at him, “Is she really just a friend Kakashi? Just tell me now. I’ll be gone by morning if that's the case.”

She watches as his face falls into a look of despair, he reaches for her hand, gripping it tightly.

“[Y/N], I would never do anything to ruin our family. I swear on my father’s grave.” His voice is hoarse from drinking, but she can tell he is sincere.

“I’m so sorry I jumped to conclusions.” [Y/N] cried as Kakashi came around the island and hugged her tightly against his body.

He places a gentle hand on her stomach, she didn’t have a bump yet beingly only eight weeks along but still, a baby Hatake was just below the surface.

“I love you, and this baby we’ve created more than life itself. You both are my reasons to live.” He kisses her cheek again and presses her forehead against hers.

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