Theme: Unexpected Side
Sometimes, the best moments
are the ones you didn't
plan at all.
He's visibly upset, uncomfortable and downright unusual. Sakura finds she can't make herself worry too much because seeing him so distressed made her a little too happy.
Normally, she would be worried about seeing her husband's handsome face frown with worries she didn't know about. This was different. This was a side of her husband that she didn't know existed. Her husband had always been a collected and rational person who didn't worry about anything that didn't seem significant. He was the kind of person who seemed unaffected with social interactions and norms that would normally plague a person's mind. Although her husband can hardly be called normal, she still didn't think her husband could have this kind of reaction.
It seemed a long time ago when she was still a young genin who unrelentingly pinned for her teammate's affection however small he would give her. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever expect her husband to be jealous over her.
Simply put, she would be happy to die now that she had seen this side of him.
It's not like she was flirting with some other man, she was just asked if she'd be okay with touching her stomach's bump, in which she gave permission to.
Naoki Shimo was a patient who got hospitalized a couple of weeks ago. He was a shinobi that was a little too pale and a little too bony to even be called one. Two broken ribs and countless cuts on his body were observed when he was brought over to the hospital. Although she wasn't exactly needed to treat his wounds, Sakura treated him since she had enough time to do so. Ever since then, the man who apparently idolized her since she was a chuunin had visited her quite frequently to show his gratitude, bringing gifts and small talk to show it.
It was just a coincidence when her husband saw the man caress her stomach that day.
When she arrived at home after work, she was surprised to see her husband still up because he'd normally be at their bedroom by that time of the night.
Thinking something serious might have happened to worry her husband till that time of the night, she asked him what happened.
"Did something happen?"
He looked at her a bit strangely before he said anything.
"You let strangers touch your stomach."
Her eyes widened.
"What?"
"..."
"What are you talking about Sasuke?"
Silence.
Sakura had thought hard about what in the hell her husband was talking about when she remembered that there was only that one time when she let another person touch her stomach since she'd been pregnant, other than her husband himself that is.
She thought about her husband's slight accusing tone and had to grit her teeth to stop herself from showing a smile. She made a show of thinking hard by massaging her hand on her temple and frowning.
"You're the only one who ever touched my stomach though?" she said, feigning ignorance.
She had to further try her best not to smile when Sasuke, her darling husband frowned and glared at her.
"I saw you at the hospital this afternoon." he said simply, this time, accusation clearly lacing his words.
She pretended to think again and acted as though she just remembered.
"Oh! You mean Shimo-san? It's not a big deal, he's just curious about babies." she shrugged.
Her husband looked further annoyed.
"Sakura, you're barely showing. Our child can't even be called a baby at this stage yet."
"Oh... you're right, it's just, he's been visiting me at the hospital these past few days, giving me gifts, so I got too friendly and accidentally told him that I was pregnant."
That was how her husband started being all silent even as they walked upstair to their bedroom.
She stared hard at her husband who was facing the ceiling, his face a lot troubled than she ever saw him the last few years. He didn't even seem to notice her staring at him.
Her husband was worried.
A lot.
Her heart beat faster, butterflies seemed to occupy her stomach, everything in her body felt all tingly and she smiled.
Again, she never, ever thought she'd see her husband worry about anything close to jealousy.
She was indescribably happy.
A little too happy.
Tears started pouring down her cheeks. It took her a while to realize she was crying. When she did, she wiped her tears, that's when her husband noticed that she had cried.
"What's wrong?" her husband asked, gently caressing her cheek, a little panicked, probably surprised to see her cry so suddenly.
"You're worried and jealous." she said, smiling happily.
She giggled at the sight of her husband's expression. After expressing her mirth, she looked at his raised brow.
"I'm not jealous." Sasuke denied, frowning.
She was still smiling.
Silence.
Then her husband suddenly hugged her. With her face on his chest, she couldn't see what expression he had om his features.
"I am." her husband admitted, sighing a little.
Her smile widened and she held him closer, snuggling her body to his.
"I'm happy."
She heard her husband sigh.
They were on each others arms for a while before Sakura broke it.
"Sasuke." she called.
"Hm?"
"Shimo-san has a wife."
...
...
"I know."
She buried her face further into his chest and smiled, extremely happy.
Notes:
I have no excuse. I haven't been updating this story for nearly a year. Forgive me. I'm happy a lot of people like these one-shots though, thank you very much for reading up to this point (I don't know when I'll be updating again *sweats*)
To dreamsandfaiths: Frankly I also don't think Sasuke's ooc in these stories (I do try to write him based on his personality and character), and I sure am glad people who read this thinks he isn't ooc, so thank you :D
To Lady Yori: OMG! He should've!
To Innocence and Instinct: Thank you for reading and the compliments! I seriously try to make readers laugh when I write XD And I agree! Sasuke should have more stories against televisions(I only seldom see any T-T).
To Alaya Karangalan: Thank you po! I didn't expect someone to review in tagalog. Sorry po ate hindi po ako expert magsalita nang tagalog haha. And nabasahan nako sa imo profile nga bisaya ka! Mabasahan unta ni nimo *Hart Hart*