Sasuke laid himself down on the black couch, propping himself up with a nice, fluffy, red pillow. 'How the heck does she do this?' he thought, eying his wife as she cleaned the kitchen and cooked up a more than likely delicious, mouth watering meal, and she still had enough time to babble on and on and on about work.
But some how, Sasuke found it strangely attractive. Sasuke watched as she lowered the spatula slowly to the dark brown frying pan. And had a duster in her left hand, dusting the light brown cabinets in their kitchen.
Sasuke never really realized how beautiful his life had become since the day he decided to come back to Konoha.
Here he was, a beautiful wife, beautiful home, and great friends.
Of course, Sasuke wouldn't admit that to anyone.
After all of this, he still couldn't swallow his Uchiha pride, and probably never was going to.
Well, according to Sakura, that is.
Sasuke brutally forced his eyes down into the book he was reading,
Overcoming Stress.
Sasuke really had no interest in the book at all, none whatsoever, but Sakura would not leave the poor man alone until he agreed to read it. Her exact words to him, 'Being an Uchiha, you shouldn't be under stress. If I remember correctly, your mother was one of the most stress free women of Konoha! Along with your brother and father. And if you plan on having Uchiha heirs and heiress' you mustn't be stressed, Sasuke. You know that!'
She made him hate the fact that he'd ever stressed out over his brother in the first place.
She had told him there were many different ways he could've handled that, he could've let Konoha deal with it, or just have waited.
But she won that battle a long time ago.
No, Sasuke wasn't scared of his wife, but he was damn sure scared of what she was capable of doing.
No, the Uchiha wasn't stupid, either.
Sasuke had argued with her over that before, he'd given up after a while. She wasn't going to let it rest until she hade won. So he let her win.
No, Sasuke Uchiha did not lose that battle without purpose.
.......................
Okay, maybe a little bit, maybe she was right, maybe she really had won.
But, the past is the past and he couldn't change that.
And secretly, even though he'd never tell Sakura this, he wouldn't change the past.
At all.
And even wi-
"Uchiha Sasuke!" Sakura scolded, slamming her spatula against the dark green marble kitchen counter, brows furrowed, giving him that innocent but yet angry Uchiha look, the one his mother used to give him when he was a kid.
"Are you listening to a single word that's coming out of my mouth?" She asked angrily, pink brows now raised instead of furrowed.
Sasuke looked up at her with a smirk and just sighed.
"Honestly? This book is more interesting than your small talk about work." Sasuke said simply, with no emotion, looking back down to his book, that infamous smirk not leaving his face.
Sakura simply let go of her spatula and took a wet rag to her hands.
"Whatever...dinner's ready," She said, looking down at the kitchen counter with a small smile on her face.
But not the kind she usually gives when he replies with smart remarks, which, of course would be a guilt smile.
No, not an angry one.
She was actually giving a smile.
And that is rare for something like this.
No, not rare, but rather unusual, as in, first and last time Sasuke will ever see it.
Well, at least from a rather simply argument.
Sasuke raised a black brow, peering at her through his thin, black, wired reading glasses.
She stood at the dark wood kitchen table, pouring sweat tea into Sasuke's drinking glass.
She then poured herself a cup of lemonade, then set the plates out.
Sakura felt Sasuke's stare directing towards her, and looked up.
"What?" She placed a small, hand on her hip, her pink nail polish standing out against her red shirt and blue jeans.
She cocked her pink eyebrow and raised her top lip a bit, you could see her left canine tooth.
Sasuke just starred at her, smirking.
After a few seconds into the awkward stare-down, Sakura looked back down to what she was doing.
"Your food's getting cold. Hurry up and ea-"
"There's something you aren't telling me," Sasuke was behind her in a quick flash of a second, his left hand on her back. She gasped as he moved it to her small shoulder.
"Well, it's complicated, Sasuke." Sakura said lightly, hands sprawled out on the kitchen table.
"Don't give me that, you didn't argue with me over a smart remark, unusual. Then you smiled about it, strange. And now there's something you aren't telling me; disturbing considering I tell you everything." Sasuke explained slowly, moving his hand back down to her back and repositioning himself on her right side.
"Okay, Sasuke, promise me this, you won't be upset..." She trailed of as she started to tremble.
She turned to face him and took his hand in her own.
Sasuke, who'd normaly pull away from this situation, just nodded.
"Just tell me, Sakura. It isn't bad, I knew that the minute I touched you, you tremble when you have news...good news." He informed her, nodding again to reassure her he wouldn't be angry.
"Well, Sasuke, I'm pregnant."