I'm sorry, but this will be the last chapter. I know you all want me to show what happens to the baby afterwards, but I just can't go any further without totally making this an epic (Which it almost is, with over 20 chapters...). But I'll leave it with this little epilogue that doesn't really mean anything, and start my work on a cracktacular short about KisaIta MPreg (Partially by request XD), and then work on a SasuNaru AU High School fic (I love those so much). So, with much love, I give you my final chapter.

Thank you for the support and cookies

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He picked up the first thing he could find, it being a flower vase, and shot it out at my head. It nicked my ear only slightly, and the pain sent a little jolt to my brain, but I didn't let that show on my face. My eyes had narrowed in my new age of 18, and they concealed all the pain of my life, and had hardened from all the tears I have cried in my youth. Those eyes stared back at the much more tapered eye line of my husband of 4 years. I said nothing of his condition, but he hissed at my indifference.

"And you won't do anything, will you?" He growled out with hatred beyond measure.

I had heard those exact words when I was lying in that hospital bed, contemplating leaving this man forever in my past, even though it would tear me up inside, even though I loved him so much.

His rage made the room humid from the flailing chakra. I know he would take the news badly. I wanted to slump into my chair, but the tension in the air was strangling me, almost mimicking what Sasuke was thinking about doing. So I kept my composure and blinked slowly.

"...You know I can't change it..." I whispered out, and with the silence of the room, it sounded more like I was yelling.

"Why can't you!" he demanded the answer as he smashed my desk with his fists, threatening to break it in half.

"...Everyone else is on a mission already, and the ANBU are busy protecting the village by themselves...You, Neji, and Kiba are the only ones left ready for a mission."

He banged his fists again, his eyes a blood red now.

"But for a whole fucking YEAR!" he screamed out. I was really taken aback. In Sasuke's age, he had also gotten even calmer than he already was.

But going on a recon mission for a whole year was something he just couldn't stand for.

"...Sasuke, as Hokage, you know I have to do what is best for the village. Even if it means taking you to the Tea Country for a year, I have to. It's not because of you."

"I KNOW IT'S BECAUSE OF ME!" I had to lean back now, as he was leaning entirely over my desk. His eyes burned me with their fiery depth, and I just looked at him with hints of fright, hints of surprise, and the biggest hint, of pain.

"...You know that isn't true..." I whispered this out to him, but cleared my throat and straightened as I called out the details of the mission. "Your mission starts tomorrow morning, Kiba-san and Neji-san will be waiting by the village ga-"

"DON'T FUCKING CHANGE THE SUBJECT!"

The next thing we new, the door had creaked open to reveal a little wailing boy squeezing the life out of a black cat plushy. I had gotten that cat plushy when he was just a newborn, because it reminded me so much of Sasuke, and to him, it held our bond as parents and lovers. And he just stood there crying so loud; it actually made Sasuke back down completely.

My son had always been victim to loud noises and hearing us quarrel often. It made him cry every time.

I stood abruptly from my big leather chair and walked over to him with the click clack of my shoes and the quiet flutter of the Hokage cloak I had inherited from my father, a Hokage before me. I had grown up so much like him; it had actually scared Jiraiya when he wondered into the village to get updated on the town's doing. My hair had grown out to be sleek, barely touching my shoulders, and I wore my father's usual attire, Jounin jacket to the flaming white overcoat that made me proud to be his son.

"Shh, Shh, Kota'. Don't cry." I cradled him into my arms, slowly standing up with him against me. Kotaishi was just so little compared to us, it made him seem fragile and easily breakable, which was in a sense, true. But having both Uzumaki and Uchiha blood, we both knew he would grow up with my determination, and his beauty.

I bounced on my heels for him, kissing the side of his head in an attempt to calm him down out of his sobbing. I looked over at Sasuke, and he just had his hands in his hair, palms hiding his face as he stood there in guilt, residing anger, and frustration. I tried to walk up to him but he brought his hands from his face out in a warning to me. His midnight bangs refused to let me see his painful eyes, and his mouth was upturned into a trembling scowl.

"...Okay. I get it. Just...Please get him to stop crying."

Crying, from either me or Kotaishi, always got Sasuke confused. He didn't know what to do at any time. He was angry, frustrated, guilty, pained, depressed, annoyed, and helpless all at the same time. He thought he couldn't help, or couldn't comfort, ever. And the tears brought shivers to his spine, like he then had the urge to cry himself. I knew this always got Sasuke to jerk and fidget, because he knew the feeling so well.

I wiped the tears from the little boy's eyes, stroking the thin little whiskers decorating his pale cheeks. As I had thought when I first saw him, his hair had turned into a rich black, and as I had wished, his big eyes were a beautiful cerulean that ran proudly through my family tree. He looked up at me with those eyes, even bluer than my own, and silently questioned "Why do you always fight?" and I would answer with my own eyes: "Because that's what lovers do."

He apparently wasn't satisfied, because he immediately buried his face in my chest and whimpered loudly. Sasuke flinched noticeably, and I ran a hand through Kotaishi's thick midnight hair, turning away from Sasuke.

"Shh, stop crying, baby, you're scaring your father." I whispered in his tiny little ear. Kotaishi shifted to look at me.

"...Chichiue gets scared?"

"All the time. He's afraid you're hurt when you cry, and he hates seeing us hurt."

"But he always yells at you, Oto-san."

"He's just always angry. I don't really mind."

Kotaishi calmed down quickly at the sign of my patience and acceptance of the situation, a sniff being heard, and little arms encircling my neck lovingly. Sasuke jerked his head toward us, and in turn I met his eyes as well. They weren't red like they were a few minutes ago, they were a swirling ebony that took away all my anxiety, and like how my son and I had a conversation with our own, his said "I'm sorry"

I walked up to him, and this time he didn't hold up his hands in protest, he let me. As I leaned into him as slowly as possible, I pressed my head to his shoulder. I had gotten taller, believe me, but he just got even taller than that. He stood there motionlessly for a while before letting his warm arms snake around me in a light embrace.

A moment I would have to cherish in my mind for an entire year.

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To tell you the truth, the year went quickly. And I'm not saying this to rush to the ending of a multi-chapter fan fiction. The year was solemn and quiet, no importance necessary. I did have to deal with a few rogue attacks on the village, but they were only manned by 30 to 40 ninjas, so it was absolutely no problem. Kotaishi was too eager to begin his ninja training, and that's how I was back then too. Without having anyone with me, without having anyone to love me, or cry with me, or help me with my training, I started around 5. And here Kotaishi was, with his gleaming blue orbs filled with happiness and excitement, jumping up and down and crying out to me:

"Train me!"

I couldn't help but oblige, that little face that was partially mine looking up at me as if I was looking at a mirror. His little fingers could barely hold the kunai, so we had to skip that lesson for another time. But I taught him the first technique I ever learned.

"Okay, so you hold your fingers like this-"

"Like that?"

"Yes. Then you concentrate hard enough on those fingers, say 'Henge', and you'll get yourself a doppelganger!"

Those big eyes looked at me again. It was as if I was training myself all over again.

"...Really?" he asked. I nodded with a smile.

"Try it."

His stance shifted, his feet skidding lightly on the dirt bringing up dust, and he shut his eyes tightly as he uttered the technique out.

The thing on the ground barely looked like him at all. Its tongue hung out of its mouth (Or atleast I thought that was a tongue...) and black hair pointed in every direction like it had just been electrocuted. Cross-eyed and contorted, Kotaishi shrieked at it and clung to my leg.

"EWWWWWW!"

I couldn't stop laughing, not once.

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His mission had ended early by atleast one or two weeks, and I was not informed in time, as it was 2 in the morning. Kotaishi had a nightmare, even though I told him he would get nightmares if he ate ice cream right before bed. He never listens.

The house was dark, shadows dancing about as I held the lantern up to my face, returning to my own room in this big mansion of Sasuke's. The hard wood floor clacked as I walked, looking over at the inner garden and the fireflies dancing about. I stopped to enjoy the flicker of light that wasn't from my lamp, but from nature. I actually blew out the candle to enjoy it more, letting the lightly colored smoke rise from the glass framed box to the starry blue night sky.

The garden held a little pond, which I loved to wade in the summer. But at night, I only dipped my feet in to calm my nerves down considerably.

Footsteps were suddenly heard as I just began to relax. I thought them to by Kotaishi, up from another nightmare or for the bathroom, but I realized they were much too big and stealthy for such a clumsy little boy. I silently stood from the pond gliding into the shadows and behind a large expanse of wooden wall.

The body stood in the center of the wood porch, looking over the rippling pond and bright yellow moon. But finishing, he stepped towards Kotaishi's room, and I immediately went into offense.

His jugular vein was at my mercy as I held his neck in a commanding grasp. He did nothing, just stood and took the threat of death. I leaned into his ear.

"...Kill me if you want." He whispered. I narrowed my eyes.

"...Do you know whose house this is?"

"...Last time I checked, it was mine."

My grip tightened on instinct, but I threw my hand away and instead, threw my whole body against him. He toppled onto the floor in a mess of tangled limbs, and a desperate kiss was initiated. The kiss turned wet, and I could barely tolerate the amount of saliva swapped. His fingers danced across my back, under my night shirt, to my heated skin. Our tongues clashed multiple times in the span of 3 seconds, and I found myself straddling him. He panted out at me, the fireflies encircling us, lightening our features. I noticed his hair had gotten only slightly longer, and he was starting to develop lines under his eyes that slowly mimicked his much hated brother. Nothing new had changed about me, but he just looked even more beautiful.

"You're gorgeous," we both uttered out in unison. I smiled, and he smirked that Uchiha smirk, bringing me down to his chest for another round of tonsil hockey. He won, and I didn't care for my defeat. All I needed was him right here, touching me, loving me. Nothing could compare to the feelings he gave me at times like these.

I leaned in for round 3, but he turned his head away, his ebony eyes exhausted and drooping in the moonlight and firefly flicker.

"...Too tired," he whispered. I nodded slowly, resting on his chest.

"...Bed?" I questioned. He shook his head.

"...No. Here is fine..." and so I relaxed even further into his arms, finally finding peace and sleep.

We woke the next morning to find another in the tangle of limbs, this one being much, much smaller. He had dragged a blanket over to us and joined in the sleep-fest, even if he was only going to wake up a few hours later.

Sasuke blinked lazily at me, and I nuzzled his chin. He accepted the gesture and kissed the top of my head before trying to return to that peaceful slumber, even though it was around 3:00 PM.

Not one of us wanted to get up and ruin this blissful feeling, so we stayed there until it was once again night. But this night,

We used a bed instead of a floor.

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