A/N: Hello and welcome to my very first fanfic! I have read many Naruto fanfics where there always either in high school or are still ninjas. Well, I decided to make a story with my all time favorite paring SasuHina!

Summary: Sakura gives birth to Sasuke's child, but doesn't want the child. Hinata having over heard her talked to the doctor in charged and begged him to give HER the child instead of giving the child away to an orphanage. Sasuke finds out what Sakura did and decides to divorce her and find her daughter from whoever took her. Seven years later Sasuke finally finds her and wants his daughter back at any cost!

This is just the prologue to see how well it goes…. please be kind with the reviews and keep in mind if you don't like—don't read!

Now on with the show! P

EDIT: This is the rewrite of the first chapter. After rereading my own story I realized that in this chapter I had said that Sakura gave birth to a boy and not a girl, I am now fixing that mistake. It is girl not boy! Not to mention that the spelling and grammar was appalling. I also decided to change the format of the story and write it in point of views which will vary due to circumstances but it will be primarily written in Hinata's point of view. Hopefully this rewrite will be better. Please enjoy… again.

Prologue – How it happened

I was walking down the hall of a hospital visiting someone who I consider one of my best friend. Her name is Temari Sabaku and she had just gotten out of labor. She gave birth to one of the cutest baby I have seen! She is so adorable, though my opinion may be influenced for the fact that I am her aunt, never the less she is so lovely!

Temari's room, I noticed, was much more grand than ordinary hospital rooms: It had a pretty good outside view of Tokyo, a mini lounge for guests, and a big plasma TV. After my awe subsided, I turned to Temari who was lying on the bed, looking irritated and fatigued. I have heard that labor was tedious but I always thought that having a child of your own was worth it. Temari noticed my presence and gave me a smile that I knew all too well - she was defiantly irritated.

"Hey Temari, how are you doing?" I asked her though I could pretty much guess by the look she was giving me.

"Would be loads better if I weren't hooked to this fucking machine!" Temari pulled at the IV tube. I slapped her hand to stop her from causing any harm to herself and was rewarded with a growl.

I sighed, used to her antics, "But you have to be happy! You just gave birth to what should be the most sacred thing to a woman!," I gave her one of my biggest smiles trying to make her more relaxed and giving her my own opinion knowing that she would see it my way, " a child!. You're a mother now! Doesn't that make you happy?"

"Yeah, yeah, your right," Temari said with a small smile her irritation melting, "It just bothers me that the goddamn father left without so much as a 'screw you' ."

"You're not alone! You have your brothers Kankuro and Gaara who would never abandon you, I would be delighted to help you as well." I wasn't lying I would do anything for my friends or anyone who was precious to me, "beside your family isn't poor. You have nothing to worry about."

Temari just shrugged, flipping through the channels, giving the TV more attention than was necessary. Something was bothering her... but right now wasn't the time. She needed her rest.

"Now if you excuse me I have to see my niece."

As I headed toward the maternity ward; I heard screaming coming from a patient not to far from Temari's room. Curiosity getting the best of me, I walked slightly closer to the room where I was able to hear better. Though that wasn't necessary since the patient was screaming loud enough for anyone nearby to hear.

"I never wanted a god damn baby! Father, do something about this! Sell it to the hospital or something because I don't want it!"

A young woman with long pink hair told her father who, judging from his clothes, was definitely rich. Upon closer inspection I recognized the girl as the famous model Sakura Haruno, heiress to the Haruno clothing company franchised by her own father.

Then what she had said hit me, she wanted to sell her child. An emotion that I wasn't familiar with filled my veins - anger. What a spoiled brat! How dare she even think she can just get rid of a child like that! It's not something you buy and return if you don't like it! I was fuming, it just wasn't right! And to a poor child who couldn't defend itself. The nerve of her! It took all of my self restraint to not barge in and tell her off. How can a someone abandon their own child!?

"Doctor, maybe we could sort this out. How does one hundred thousand dollars sound?" Sakura's father said trying to negotiate with the doctor "as long as no one knows about this or the fact that my daughter was admitted to a hospital of course."

The doctor frowned indignation clear in his eyes, "I'm sorry Mr. Haruno but I am afraid I cannot take that money. It is my obligation to treat my patients health not their problems." However after more insisting, and even threats, on Haruno's part; In the end the doctor caved and allowed them to leave but didn't take the money. The doctor no doubt had good intentions and was doing what he hoped would be best for the child. If he had told them to take the child, the poor thing would undoubtedly be treated like dirt, or worse. At least at an orphanage the child would have a chance of finding a comfortable home but still...

"Just keep in mind that because of your spoiled brat of a daughter a child will now have to be send to an orphanage were she will most probably suffer!" The doctor spat out with pure venom and hatred laced in his voice, and with that he stormed out of the room.

As the doctor was heading to his office, I ran up to catch him.

"Doctor, please wait!" I called out to hinder him from walking any further.

"What is it that I can help you with? I don't think your a pati-,"

"I overheard the argument you just had with one of your patients."

"Oh... I see… I really don't care if you decide to tell the press. As a matter a fact I am just about to leak this piece of info-"

"NO! That's not it at all! I just wanted to ask a-about… umm… t-the c-c-child."

I started out slowly and stuttering at the end. My stutter had diminished now but whenever I got nervous it seemed to surface. What the hell was I thinking?! There was no way he would agree to what I had in mind, heck I think that the idea is totally ridiculous. There would surely be complications…. Not to mention that the doctor would probably just ignore me as nothing more than a psycho… but I had to try. I won't allow the child to endure a painful life, not when I could do something about it.

"I…..well…heard what will happen to the child because of her moth-"

"That is no mother! What kind of mother denies her child AFTER it is born!"

"I don't want to discuss the bad mother but wanted to ask if I could... p-p-possibly... t-take the child as my own?"

I waited nervously. Giving him time to process what I had just proposed. After what felt like an eternity he responded, "You mean like adoption?"

"Well yes," I finished with a defeated sigh "Is it possible for me to adopt her?"

"Not here no… but the child's mother didn't fill out the birth certificate so what we can do is say the child is yours and you can have her as your own, no questions asked." the doctor looked at my face, scrutinizing me. I wonder what kind of expression I had on my face, "You do seem trustworthy, however for my conscience to remain clean I will run a quick background check. And anyway how can you possibly be worse than HER."

"Thank you!" I beamed at the doctor, "I just couldn't possibly let a child go to an orphanage, especially when I can do something about it!"

"How would you like to take a look at your new child?"

"She's so adorable!"

I exclaimed as I stared at my soon to be daughter. She was incredibly cute and beautiful. For a new born she had a lot of hair, and messy hair at that! She was very pale but with pinkish cheeks. Her hair and eyes were of the same color, onyx. It was without a doubt that the baby had inherited her looks from the father, whoever he was. I didn't think this through at all. How was I suppose to take care of a child when I am hardly old enough to take care of myself? The expenses and the responsibility were much too important and the thought that I might have gotten myself and my new daughter into trouble made me worry.

"Would you like to hold her?"

Unable to talk, I nodded. Carefully I cradled her soft head with my elbow, my other hand supporting her body. Looking into her eyes all of my worries disappeared, replaced instead with a warm feeling sprouting in my chest. Her little hand rose up to touch my nose and I giggled at her cuteness. Whatever obstacles we would face would be overcome because I would love this child as if she were my own.

I looked up at the sound of footsteps, the doctor returned with a stack of papers in his hand, "Now how about we step into my office and fill out those papers?"

The prologue has been completed! Please review and tell me what you think!

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