Thank you so much for your overwhelmingly positive reviews. They made me so happy. Here are some snippets of Sakura and Itachi.

Almost from the moment they were married, the elders and Fugaku inquired about the appearance of a child.

Thankfully, Mikoto chastised the men in Sakura's stead. Every saturday, at the weekly clan meeting, the elders would bring up the question of babies. After three months, the continued pushing was getting incredibly bothersome.

Sakura wouldn't mind a baby with Itachi this soon, but he had asked her to wait. She'd obliged, believing that ANBU placed enough stress on Itachi. Besides, she was content with work at the hospital and didn't want to leave the staff for maternity leave quite yet.

However, Sakura experienced the most peculiar thing with one of the elders.

She had bumped into the older woman in the street and had greeted her politely, not expecting any conversation, Sakura had been about to continue on her way when the woman stopped her.

"Ah, Sakura-san. It must be nice to have a husband so devoted." She remarked kindly.

Sakura was confused but nodded, wondering if the comment was sarcastic or ironic in some way. It had come out of the blue. But before Sakura could ask more about it, the old woman turned and walked away.

So weird.

When Sakura mentioned the encounter to Itachi that night, he told her the old woman was going senile. She would have asked more about it but Itachi had distracted her with a particularly clever move of his tongue between her thighs.

Sakura arched her back with a gasp and felt his smirk against her thigh. Itachi always knew how to make her dissolve and focus solely on him.

Three days later, she bumped into Fugaku in the library. She greeted her father-in-law with a smile and he acknowledged her with a 'hn.'

Nothing new.

Until.

"While I don't approve of my son being so indulgent, I'm glad he is able to be so carefree for the time being. There is still plenty of time for an heir."

What the-

"I-I apologize, otou-san. I'm not sure what you mean." But that had been the end of that conversation as Fugaku gave a quiet cough and pointedly ignored her. Thoroughly confused, Sakura abandoned her task and sought out Shisui since Itachi had ANBU duties for the time being.

She found her friend at lunch. When she asked him about it, Shisui seemed to know what Fugaku had referred to.

"I don't think Itachi would want me to tell you." He said as he continued eating his bento.

"When has that ever stopped you?" Sakura asked, growing impatient.

"Honestly, it hasn't. But I know you're going to be all embarrassed and you get mad when you get flustered." He seemed to gauge her current mood and took a sip of his water.

"I won't get mad at you."

"No, you'll get mad at Itachi and he'll get mad at me."

"Just stop arguing and tell me." Sakura pinched the skin of his arm, causing him to drop his chopsticks with a clatter.

"Ow!" Shisui jumped. "Stop! Okay, okay." She let go of him and raised an eyebrow expectantly. He sighed dramatically and looked at her, his meal forgotten for the time being.

"Itachi was cranky at the last clan meeting. When the elders asked about a child for the hundredth time, they asked if you two were even doing the deed." Sakura blushed thinking of just how much they'd been having sex as of late. If not every day, it was multiple times a day. She didn't know if it was still the honeymoon phase but they were both insatiable.

"Itachi assured them the marriage was consummated." Shisui sighed, silently begging her to let him stop. Sakura rolled her hand, asking for more details.

"One of the elders made a snide comment about how it takes more than one try to make a baby. Itachi smirked and told him that not being pregnant wasn't from a lack of sex. Thanks for making me say that and for that mental image. There was snickering and flustered old men. The elders then implied that perhaps your body parts might not be working. There was also talk about your older age, and Itachi snapped at them. Apparently, he said 'I don't plan on sharing my wife in the near future so there is no need to cease using the contraceptive jutsu.'"

Her jaw popped open as her cheeks heated further.

"That-that idiotic, stupid, dumb, perverted, annoying-" Sakura let out a frustrated growl. "Ugh! Men!"

"Hey!"

"He just told twenty Uchiha men that we've been having sex like rabbits but he doesn't want kids because-wait." Sakura remembered the old woman. "Those geezers told their wives!" She groaned, putting her face in her hands, hoping to cool the heat there. "Everyone knows." She wanted the earth to open up and swallow her.

Fugaku's words making sense to her now. Indulgent? Indulgent? His eldest son was an oversexed pervert. Though she wasn't any better. Still, Itachi didn't have to tell the elders!

Her anger was growing the more she thought about it. How was she going to face any Uchiha with dignity?

"Sakura."

"What?" she snapped.

"I know you're mad at Itachi." she snorted at that understatement. "But, don't withhold sex." Her confusion returned. "He might really kill me then." With a smirk and a laugh, Shisui body flickered away at Sakura's cry of outrage, not wanting to be on the receiving end of one of her destructive punches.

Itachi wouldn't get a chance to kill Shisui, because she was going to kill her husband. That asshole knew what she was talking about four days ago when she'd mentioned her odd conversation with the elder.

Sakura paused and looked at Shisui's nearly finished food.

That dumbass left her with the bill.

Sakura could have simply stomped into ANBU headquarters and caused a scene. In fact, she had half a mind to do just that. However, as the future matriarch of the Uchiha clan, Sakura was forced to go against her instincts.

She stopped by their house to grab some of the cookies she and Mikoto baked yesterday, all the while thinking of every possible way to get back at her husband for causing her this embarrassment. Sakura quietly made her way to ANBU and made pleasantries with those she met along the way to Itachi's office.

She knocked politely before opening the door and was glad Itachi didn't seem to think anything was amiss. Sakura rarely visited him here as their schedules rarely lined up during the day.

"What's the occasion?" He inquired as Sakura closed the door behind her and placed the small bag of cookies on his desk.

"Nothing in particular. I just wanted to see you." She smiled and knew Itachi must have caught onto the fact something was most definitely not right.

He took the bag and opened it, causing the scent of baked goods to waft out and permeate the room. Despite an inkling that something was wrong and that Sakura was angry with him, Itachi took one out a bit warily and bit into it.

Sakura knew it was a calculated move on his part both to show that he trusted her not to poison him and that he was wiling to take his punishment.

She took the seat in front of Itachi's desk and reached in front of her to take her own cookie. "Anata." Sakura began innocently, drawing his gaze back to her. "I had the most interesting interaction with your father today." Itachi's shoulders tensed. "He seemed to think you're being too indulgent." Sakura took another bite of her cookie and smiled a bit too sweetly.

"I'm inclined to agree." Finishing off her treat, Sakura stood and dusted her hands off. "I think a few nights in the guest room should bring you back to moderation."

Thankfully it was only a year later that the elders got their wish.

Feeling a dip in the bed, Sakura roused softly from her nap and mumbled a greeting when she felt Itachi's lips touch her forehead.

"Did you bring the pie?" Her eyes still closed, Sakura barely thought about what she was saying as she nearly dozed off again, laying on her side.

Itachi chuckled and Sakura imagined the tender look he was probably giving her. "Yes."

Still half asleep, Sakura smiled dreamily. "Good."

The covers were placed under her chin and he squeezed her arm lightly through the dense fabric. "I put it in the fridge for you."

"Mm. Yuzu needs pie." Sakura muttered as she heard Itachi take off his ANBU uniform and change into his regular clothes. Waking up a bit more, Sakura opened her eyes and yawned, shifting on the bed to redistribute the baby's weight. The sun filtered in through the curtains while a continuous breeze drifted in through the open window.

She didn't have to ask Itachi to join them before he was slipping under the covers for a midday nap. He hugged her from the back, placing a hand over her distended stomach.

Yuzu, the name they were currently calling the fetus moved, as if sensing Itachi's presence. They had come up with the name when Sakura continued to have cravings for all things yuzu, but most importantly, yuzu pie.

"Are you hungry?" Sakura asked, wondering if she would have to make something. Well into her seventh month, Sakura had been feeling more tired lately and she hadn't been able to go grocery shopping for the past few days.

Itachi's arm tightened around her as he shifted closer. "Mm. No."

"I'll go grocery shopping tomorrow." Itachi pressed a kiss to her bare nape.

"I'll go with you." Sakura smiled, knowing it was his way of being attentive and caring. She learned early on that there was no use fighting him. And if he wanted to spend time with her and also help, who was she to deny him.

I might have a few more in me for this AU. Including their kids. For now, I'm working on Marvel and DC crossover one shots with Sakura and it's been a blast so far.

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