109I DON'T OWN NARUTO
The baby was crying again.
I vaguely realized that he probably needed to be changed. I rolled over, avoiding Gaaras arm wrapped around my waist, and crawled out of bed. The babies cries were getting quieter but I knew that if I didn't fix the problem now he would wake up later. I padded down the hall, shivering slightly in the chilly air.
I was only wearing a thin tee-shirt and small shorts but I continued to trudge down the dark hallway. I finally reached his door and pushed it open, peering inside.
The baby was sitting up in his crib. Chewing on a set of plastic keys. As the door creaked he turned his bright blue eyes on me and let out a soft cooing noise. I smiled and walked over, taking him out of his crib and putting him on the changing table in the corner.
After cleaning him I went to the kitchen to make a bottle. The hum of the lights was a dull roar in the silent apartment. I took the bottle and put it in the microwave. As I stood waiting I felt a pair of strong muscled arms wrap around my waist. I leaned in to the comforting warmth and remembered the time not to long ago, when Gaara was scared just to touch some other human much less hug them.
His chin was resting on the crook at the base of my neck while his hand tickled the babies feet. I smiled and turned, resting my head on his chest. I felt the steady thrum of his heart beating. I began to get tired listening to it, until the loud piercing sound of the microwave sounded blasting me away from dreamland. I turned and took the bottle out, letting a few drops of formula land on my bare wrist to test the temperature.
The bottle suddenly disappeared from my hand and I looked up to see Gaara feeding the baby. He rocked him gently while he ate. A sense of peace stole over me as I leaned back and watched them bonding. It had been hard to adjust to the baby being there when we went to live with Gaara. The sand storms in Suna could get especially rough during the day so I spent most of the time in doors to prevent sand from getting in Kenos' eyes. He was so small and frail that I was partially afraid he'd be blown out of my arms one day.
But the inside wasn't to bad. I spent a lot of time with Temari when she was there. Her daughter loved playing with Kenoand she was just the right height too. At only five and a half years old, she was a tall girl. She must have gotten that from her father, Shikamaru always was tall.
But the fact was that me and the baby just couldn't stay inside all day. On the few times that I had gotten the chance to bring this up with Gaara., he simply said that none of the other children had this problem.
This seriously annoyed me. He knew that the sand didn't bother the other children because they were born here. And as much as I hated to admit it, Keno had not been.
Gaara looked up from feeding and examined me. I knew I had rings under my eyes that had come from lack of sleep. Gaara frowned and put the bottle in the sink, shifting the now sleeping keno to is other arm so he could grab my wrist. He dragged me down the hallway to kenos room were he gently put him in his crib.
When then moved back down the hall to our room, Gaaras hand clamped tightly on my wrist. Not enough to hurt but so I couldn't get away.
We walked to the bed and he pushed me down, pulling the covers over us as he crawled in too. I snuggled close to him and closed my eyes as he began to rub my shoulders, whispering nonsense. I was just starting to drift off when I heard him whisper something that sent a chill up my spine.
"Sleep tight Naruto, tomorrow we're headed back to Konoha."
I hadn't been back there since I had moved to Suna.
I don't think I could handle seeing him with his new family. Last I'd heard Sakura was pregnant with their first child.
No. That was wrong. It was her first child. This was his second. He already had a son. Someone he'd abandoned a long time ago.
I squeezed my eyes shut and willed tomorrow to never come.
Konoha meant seeing friends.
And seeing friends meant Sasuke.
This wasn't going to end well. I could feel it.
Hi! This is a continuation of my one-shot 'Maybe he'd still love me' that I got a million requests for.
I'm wasn't originally planning on continuing this but I'm hormonal and not a good decision maker right now.
I hope you like this. I'm more of a one-shot writer but this might go well. Maybe. Possibly. Kinda. :B
I'm six weeks along and my whole life is baby focused.
PS: Any one with a name suggestion, please review it or message it to me!
All suggestions will be very helpful, and if I choose your suggestion as one of the top 10 you get a chance to NAME MY BABY!
Lol that sounds like a game show :B
Love you always(PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!)
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