Rambles & Ambles
サスケ& ナルコ

Omurice; Domestic bliss in which Naruko is ill, Sasuke gets frustrated, and Ino constantly performs coitus interruptus (because the local police psychologist is obviously a wife-beater). SasuFemNaru, slight HidaIno & NaruSaku.

Oneshot IV
Omurice

Omurice (オムライス, Omu-raisu) is an example of contemporary Japanese fusion cuisine consisting of an omelette made with fried rice, usually chicken with tomato sauce, vegetables such as carrots and peas, usually topped with ketchup. It is a popular dish both commonly cooked at home and at many western style diners and izakaya restaurants in Japan.

Sasuke Uchiha was not the friendliest person in the world - indeed he'd been a bit of a bully during his years of primary and first three years of high school, and a bit of an unscrupulous Casanova during his later ones, so his career was not one most people would have expected from him.

His career choice had been that of a police psychologist, purely because of what his step-father had done for his mother over the years. Fugaku had inspired him so much that he had changed his surname to honour the man as soon as he turned 18.

His mother had once been a female office, and been working when things went wrong during a shop-hold up. One of the idiots she was trying to arrest managed to kidnap her for several days after shooting her partner. Sasuke had been the result of what occurred during those few days, and he refused to forgive himself for it, even if his mother did.

His mother had been in therapy with Fugaku Uchiha for nine years before she finally recovered (not that she had slighted him any - just his bastard biological sire), and they had eventually married when Sasuke was fourteen.

Sasuke had been very inspired by his step-father, and his older brother (from his mother's previous boyfriend, who had left her after the incident - he was another waste of space), who worked in the police force itself.

It had taken a while to realise it in school, but he'd eventually pulled his head out of his arse and knuckled down, surprising every one of his classmates (who all thought he was an idiot as well as a prick) by being skipped ahead to his final year early. After that, he'd gone to get his psychology levels necessary for working in the police force, and got his dream job, even if he couldn't stand the snivelling wrecks when he first met them.

Sasuke was also a very picky eater; he ate what was good for him in regards to his job in the police department of Konoha (turned out being a police psychologist took a lot more physical training than one would first believe), and very little else.

Tomatoes were often in his menu not because he especially liked them, but because of the health benefits - though he did have a mild obsession for them. The same could be said of other vegetables, and the lack of alcohol or sweet food.

He was also fairly picky when it came to what he did eat; he wouldn't eat carrots cooked, or any other kind of root vegetable of the family. He didn't like potatoes boiled, and things like broccoli and cauliflower could stay firmly off his plate (thank you very much), so it was nothing short of unwholesomely ironic that his wife was head chef of Konoha's most up and coming restaurant, soon to be Fire country's fourth Kage-awarded restaurant.

Naruko Uchiha (née Uzumaki) had blonde hair, blue eyes and tan skin that had marked her as a genetic citizen of Lightning Country. She was also, to Sasuke's constant amusement and aggravation, his utter and complete opposite in every way possible.

She had a large family comprising of a younger sister (Karin) and an elder twin brother inspiringly named Naruto (who held a friendly hatred for him for 'stealing' his favourite pranking partner), her grandparents, and uncle. Their parents had been killed in a gas explosion set off by some lunatic calling himself Jūbi when she and her brother were fifteen, and they had been raised by her paternal grandparents and uncle Kurama.

That had caused a number of problems in the early days – it had turned out that the crazy bastard who had murdered Naruko's parents was also his sire. To say the family meals had been awkward was the worst understatement Sasuke had ever heard. He still shuddered at the thought of the first one.

Her grandmother, a doctor at the local clinic and at one of the hospitals, had loathed him on principle at first. The grandfather was alright, but then again he was a bit crazy himself (though that was something that could be said of the whole damn family). Aside from pornographic novel writing, he seemed to his finger in every pie available in Konoha - he always seemed to be at business meetings and charity functions held in the city at any rate. Sasuke suspected the man had quite a good deal of shares, but he'd never gotten a very clear answer on what the man did for a living.

The uncle he'd only met once, at the wedding itself. Kurama had walked Naruko down the aisle, and given him one simple look that nearly had him shitting his pants right there on the altar. He had the red hair of Kushina Uzumaki (Naruko's mother), doted on his nieces and nephew, and that was really all Sasuke knew of the man. He didn't say much at Christmas gatherings, and Sasuke was more than happy to keep their interaction that way.

Naruko was supposedly very much like her mother, meaning that in polite wording, she was strong willed (impolitely, she had a stubborn streak as wide as an ox-cart), had a horrible soft spot for gardening, and breeding poisonous amphibians.

He'd met her when he went out for something to eat at the local izakaya with some friends from the city police department, when she had just finished her training wherever it was that chefs trained. Extra-Large Omurice with salad and about a pint of fresh-squeezed smooth orange juice had been his order, and it had been the first non-frozen meal he'd had in weeks. He couldn't help it - he'd had to ask the waiter who made it so he could thank them for something non-dehydrated. She had taken the compliment well.

So well that when he went back and asked her out on a date a few days later; she had been flattered enough to say yes. He'd decided against taking her out to eat somewhere fancy, since chefs were the worst customers in the same way doctors made the worst patients. Instead he took her to a showing of a tragic, ninja-orientated opera thing, and then out to the local Iwan-town for some traditional rock-country fast food cuisine.

Turned out she liked spicy food quite a lot, because he'd ended up at her apartment, and nearly squashed her demented cat trying to get her godforsaken bra off (he managed in the end). They had continued to mess around for a month or so, before realising they were dating.

Their viscous timetables had made their relationship a little difficult at first, but they had weathered the storm, (it had been a lot easier when they moved in together), and after a year, Sasuke had very nervously asked her grandfather permission to marry her (Naruko was traditional about that aspect of things, if not their physical relationship). The man had lectured him about being an evil man stealing his granddaughter, but eventually (or after being scolded by his rather violent wife) agreed.

Taking Naruko back to the cafe she'd been working at where they first met - she had moved on to a more up and coming place since then – he'd proposed, and she'd got the whole restaurant's attention when he got a very positive reply.

Sasuke couldn't be more grateful for it. Five years had passed since they got married, and despite his parents worrying about them marrying too young (Sasuke had been twenty-one when they married, Naruko nineteen - she'd skipped out of a couple of school years because she was smart, and it bored her) things were going from strength to strength.

They had moved from the flat to a real house last year, and in the four years between Naruko had risen to head chef in the restaurant she worked at, while Sasuke had received promotions of his own (the car was a constant thorn in their sides, but that was the next project). It was in this house that he was waking up now, Naruko wrapped around him as close as she could get.

He liked waking up to a nose full of hair that smelled different after every wash (Naruko got bored of shampoos easily). During first night, after long hours on their work schedules kept them apart for a few weeks, she always clung to him like a koala. It wasn't hard to manage either - she was short, barely reaching his shoulder.

People worried about their domestic relationship when they were standing together thanks to the intimidating appearance he put over her in terms of stature, and for his own biological background. Apples and trees and all that (if only they knew she'd broken his father's nose for a 'concerned comment' when they told their parents they were engaged). He liked it though; he could curl up beside her, pull her close, and wrap himself around her as they slept and, in more heated moments, completely trap her. Then be awed when she enjoyed every moment of it.

Their relationship wasn't perfect by any means; Naruko was incredibly stubborn, and their respective work schedules did not help when they argued (and by gods when they argued, the neighbours got incredibly worried, and started popping by with co-incidentally made pies to make sure he wasn't beating up his poor little wife).

Sasuke was untidy; when he lived by himself, he did not bother doing laundry, except for his uniform and a few favoured jeans and shirts, and just bought new socks and boxers when he ran out of clean ones. He'd hired a housekeeper once, only for the poor girl to run away in tears after a week.

Naruko hated mess; when she wasn't working, she was alphabetising everything from the DVDs to the cat food (for that damned demented cat, Ramen, which had hated him since the almost-squashing incident). His habit of dumping clothes anywhere and anywhere was a common instigator of argument.

He also had a possessive streak that Naruko had not really been comfortable with at first. She very nearly threw off the engagement because he got too jealous of some of her male friends (though in his defence, they had been flirting with her just to piss him off). They both had to adapt.

And thus, he had wound up here with the blonde woman happily clamped in his arms tying to ignore the morning. He supposed it had been worth it.

"You're up early" he noted as she turned in his arms and snuggled closer (Sasuke was happy to oblige).

"I was getting hungry - was thinking about making something for a change, which I think I will. It's been ages since I made breakfast and it's my morning off" Naruko replied. Quickly kissing him, she climbed out of bed and headed for the kitchen in her large t-shirt (the only time she ever wore something a bit more enticing was when she wanted something - Sasuke was sad to say it usually worked).

Deprived of his usual morning kitchen duty, Sasuke settled for heading for the shower first instead. Ten minutes later, the smell of food dragged him from it. Somehow, since marrying Naruko he didn't get to eat her food as much as he used to.

That was a crime considering how indescribably amazing her food was. But considering she was a chef, after moving in together Sasuke felt it was only fair that he cooked at home unless she wanted to specifically.

Usually that was an absolute rule at breakfast ('I cook all day - I am not making food at hours of the morning that should be banned from existence too'), but today Sasuke smelled something divine instead of the usual rice and vegetables his wife tactfully refrained from commenting on.

Pulling a towel around himself, he quickly headed into the kitchen - clothes could wait, frankly.

"Is this going to be what I think it is?" Sasuke asked, wrapping his arms around her waist and peering over her shoulder at the red fruit being chopped up and half thrown into a mini-blender with salt, oil, and chilli-infused vinegar by Naruko's slender fingers, rice in the rice cooker and beaten eggs in a bowl near the stove.

"Yeah - been a while since we had these, and I'm feeling generous this morning" Naruko replied, a sly smirk gracing the corner of her mouth as he kissed her cheek.

"I'd like it when you're feeling generous - out of curiosity, just how generous are you feeling?" he asked, running one of his hands from her waist down over her bum and to her inner thigh (a weak spot).

"Fairly generous. Just don't get my food all messed up" Naruko replied, a tiny tone of warning in her voice that Sasuke might have rolled his eyes at if he didn't know how angry she got over wasted food.

"You know I'd never do that" he grinned, pressing his lips against her neck.

Gods, she was sexy when she cooked; he'd seen her cooking at the restaurant once, yelling furiously at the underlings as her hands did something unscrupulously divine to some lamb chops and mushrooms. He'd had to high-tail it to the toilets to sort himself out as quickly and quietly as he could.

Naruko smirked, pushed the food prep further down the kitchen counter, then turned around and kissed him. Lifting her up onto the counter top, he pressed their lips together, sliding his hand up her thigh, and sinking his fingers inside her.

Naruko moaned as he twisted them, pulling on his towel and trying find the section where it had been tucked in to stay up. She found it and threw it over to the pile of clothes by the washer, then pulled off her large t-shirt, and kissed him furiously.

"How long-"

"Weeks" he replied, cutting off Naruko's question as he pressed his lips over one of her nipples and teased his fingers on the nub inside her.

"That's unfai..!" she gasped, clinging violently to his hair as he twisted his fingers again, then twisted several more times.

For once Sasuke was glad he was so tall. Putting his arms around Naruko's back, he pulled her closer to the edge of the counter and pushed into her as she wound her arms around his neck.

She wrapped her legs around his hips, and then he used his grip on her to control her position in the awkward setting as he pressed into her. Gods, he'd missed sex. He'd missed Naruko more though. He'd hardly seen her the past few weeks.

Pressing his lips onto hers, he swallowed the sounds of lust coming from her - they were both so frustrated that peak pleasure was rapidly approaching. They could take time later though. Right now they just needed the skin contact. They simply needed to-

"Oh god, I'm so sorry! I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything! I didn't... I swear to the gods, I didn't want to see that!"

"For fuck's sake Ino! Learn to knock on the door, at least for other people's houses! I don't want to know what the neighbours' junk looks like!"

Sasuke swore violently, holding back the thousands of murderous impulses that were demanding that he wring Ino Yamanaka's scrawny little neck as he pulled away from his wife far too early. Naruko screamed and swore herself, pulling tight to him in an effort to preserve some remaining dignity while her hand fished around the countertop for her discarded shirt.

She did this deliberately! The little bitch did it deliberately! This was the third time in as many weeks! She must have spy cameras or a sixth-sense for he was getting it on with his wife to be able to interrupt them with such timely timing!

"Ino! Can you turn around? Or better yet get out of the room? I'm kind of busy here!" Naruko snarled.

But unfortunately for him, Ino was Naruko's best friend now that they had moved to this neighbourhood. Meaning that she was damn near inescapable.

Naruko did have another friend, Sakura, back on her old side of town, but she was working in Iwagakure for a year before coming back home to marry Naruto (who had taken the opportunity to tour the world on a 'music pilgrimage' with one of his crazy friends).

Hence, Sasuke was stuck with Ino. The blonde girl lived across the street with her boyfriend Hidan, and their three year old daughter Mujina. She was also one of those neighbours who was forever bringing round pies to keep an eye on his behaviour, and protect poor innocent Naruko.

"What do you want Ino?" Naruko asked through grated teeth once in had hastily backed out of the room (her boyfriend had already fled to be a bad language influence on their daughter)

"I wanted to know if you wanted to go shopping today since it's your day off but-"

Sasuke glared over his shoulder at the blonde woman; shopping? She had interrupted them for shopping?

"Come on, we can go to that cook shop or whatever it is! Please? We haven't spent any time together for weeks!" Ino pleaded.

Neither had he got any private time with his wife for a good few weeks! He'd been on end-to-end hours because one of his clients had a relapse, and Sasuke's clients did not have relapses (he was that good, and that stubborn). Naruko had been given a similar timetable at the restaurant too. They'd both been so exhausted there hadn't been any time to have to themselves, except in the mornings they ran into each other, but the damn blonde was always interrupting!

Screw her bloody shopping, he had blue balls and judging by the twitch of frustration on Naruko's face, she had a blue vagina. They were having sex damn it all. Today!

"Fine, but we're going to the cinema too - no way am I traipsing around shops buying clothes I don't need all day..." Naruko grumbled, earning a betrayed, disbelieving look from her husband.

Ino soon disappeared, happy in the knowledge that she had rescued his wife for most of the day; as soon as she was gone, Naruko kissed him several times.

"You backstabbing little bitch - you could have told her no. I've got the afternoon off today!" he muttered.

"Think of it this way, if I hadn't said yes, she would just keep on interrupting. Besides, I've got to get her to stop this. I'll make it up to you later, promise. I'll splurge and buy something you can tear off me tonight" she grinned, kissing him again.

"Really?" he asked, half surprise, half eagerness.

Naruko didn't buy stuff like that much. Truth be told their sex life wasn't very adventurous, so when the odd time to try something new came up, it was always well received. Not that he was complaining; he was very happy within his sex life as it was (except when certain persons rendered it ineffective or non-existent). Naruto didn't complain either, so obviously they were doing something right.

"You're as bad as a teenager - go get dressed moron. You'll be late" Naruko said, rolling her eyes as she slipped her shirt back on.

"You suggested it, so what does that make you?" he shot back; Naruko stuck her tongue out at him as she turned back to the food.

Later that evening, after Naruko got back from her shopping spree (she splurged on another new blender and another set of kitchen knives she didn't need like a rabid fangirl over a boy band t-shirt), Naruko showed him some of the lingerie she'd bought.

It was a sexy black get up with icy pink lace - it suited her immensely, but Sasuke had more interest in seeing it come off. As had his sexy, amazing, gorgeous wife. Naruko had not unfortunately, been able to convince Ino that she wasn't suffering from his attention, but you couldn't win everything.

Waking up once again, Sasuke was surprised to find Naruko still slumbering beside him. He had thought she was working the whole week; accidentally disturbing her, she glared at him, then pulled all the covers over her and promptly rolled over in search of more sleep.

This was another reason why breakfast duty usually fell to Sasuke. Naruko simply wasn't coherent in the morning. Sasuke hadn't ever seen her capable of being pleasant during the early hours, not even to him.

Eventually he rose, showered, dressed, and started breakfast. Once she smelled the rice and vegetables cooking, Naruko groggily stumbled out of their bedroom and pressed her lips against his cheek as he handed her sustenance.

"Aren't you working today?" he asked, raising an eyebrow when instead of swallowing her food in five bites she picked up a glass of water and headed back to their bedroom (where Sasuke followed her in curiosity).

"I have the day off..." she grumbled, pulling one of her frog magazines from a pile on her bedside table as she clambered back into bed. "Actually, I have the week off - I'm feeling... off" she added, after a moment as he pulled on his work suit.

"Do you want me to phone your grandmother and book an appointment for you?" Sasuke asked, sitting down on the side of the bed and taking hold of her dish as she crawled back under the covers sluggishly.

She grunted in acknowledgement and then her hand out for the bowl of rice and vegetables.

"Yeah, but can you get me a bucket too? In case I need to throw this back up?" she asked; Sasuke rolled his eyes but nodded all the same before leaning over to kiss her as per norm.

"You're going to get my germs" she warned, taking another mouthful.

"I think I'll take the risk - I'll call you later. Love you" he shrugged, kissing her cheek again.

Naruko mumbled something he presumed was a 'love you too', then turned back to her food.

Gathering his things and heading out the door, he was met outside by the car by the incredibly suspicious neighbours who hated him on sheer principle.

Unfortunately, since Ino was also good friends with Naruko, he couldn't tell her where to shove it. She was talking with another of his 'watchers'. Mrs Utatane from next door, who also hated him with a passion. She hated almost everyone except her dog and Naruko anyway though.

"...I mean, I know she says everything's fine, but they argue a lot! She's always crying after they argue! He might not be hitting her, at least not where we can see it, but he definitely isn't treating her properly! It's psychological - has to be!" Ino whispered to the old woman.

"Disgusting isn't it? He works for the police too. You wouldn't think there'd be men like that amongst that type would you?"

And of course, he was the conversation topic, again. What did he have to do to make these idiots realise he wasn't into beating up his wife? He worked for the police! He was nice! Alright, he might look a little scary, especially next to Naruko, but he'd never been anything but polite!

Well, okay, they did argue, and Sasuke would guiltily admit that harsh improperly thought-out words had spurred her into tears and the solace of her evil best friend more than once, but considering what he was a product of, the mere suggestion was infuriating!

Still, he might as well ask Ino for help, he wouldn't be home till late as it was, and who knows? Maybe he'd actually plant a seed of thought in her mind that he wasn't evil incarnate... The idea was an interesting one at the very least.

"Morning Ino, Mrs Utatane" he called out, jerking them from their gossip.

"Morning Sasuke" Ino greeted a little jumpily - presumably in fear of being overhead gossiping about the local axe murderer, by the local axe murderer.

"Mr Uchiha" Mrs Utatane sniffed - Sasuke nearly rolled his eyes at the woman.

"Where's Naruko? Has she already left?" Ino asked, glancing around.

"No, she's staying at home today. She isn't feeling well. I was hoping you'd be able to help me with that actually..."

That got two surprised looks from the two women, in place of the suspicious ones that had appeared when he said Naruko wasn't feeling well, which Sasuke decided was possible progress.

"Oh? What kind of help?" Ino asked curiously.

"I won't be back from work till about eleven tonight, and I was going to see about getting a doctor's appointment for her; if I can get one for today would you mind driving her over to see Tsunade? It's probably just a stomach bug, but no harm in a double check right?" he asked, some of his actual concern showing.

Naruko didn't really get sick, so for her to be taking time off work was a little strange, and likely more than a little stomach bug or a cold.

Ino blinked in surprise, shared a confused glance with Mrs Utatane, then relaxed a little and nodded.

"Of course - I have to take Mujina to get her hay-fever prescription anyway. If you call and let me know the time it won't be a bother. You don't mind if I go in and see her do you?" the blonde girl replied.

"Why would I? I'll see you later Ino. Say hello to Hidan for me" he said, pulling car keys from his picket, and leaving.

Hidan, Ino's husband, was the one of the only people on the street that actually seemed to like him, probably because of his incessant swearing tendencies that he only curbed around his three year old daughter (who picking up the habit anyway thanks to her mother).

Putting thoughts of the neighbours aside, Sasuke got into his car (which needed a whole new engine if the 'check engine' light and routine start-up problems were anything to go by), and pulled out of the drive way.

As he passed Ino she glared at him, pointed two fingers to her eyes, then pointed them directly at him before letting herself inside to see Naruko.

Sasuke counted to ten all the way to his office.

"...so just watch your diet and come back and see me in a week" Tsunade smiled.

Naruko grinned widely back at her grandmother, filling her name out on the forms she had been given before stuffing the prescription into her pocket to take to the pharmacist.

"Is there anything else you need?"

"No, that's everything Baa-chan. I just wanted to be sure" Naruko said, pulling her bag not her shoulder and reminding herself to start including more veggies in the evening meals.

"No it's it not..." Ino scolded, sounding frustrated.

Naruko had a sinking feeling in her stomach as her grandmother raised her eyebrow at Ino's interruption.

"Ino, I already told you to stop this" Naruko asked, trying not to clench her teeth.

"But Sasuke-"

"Oh for god sakes, he is not hitting me Ino! If he was, you'd know about it because I'd break his nose first! I know you're just trying to be a good friend, and I appreciate it, but no means no! Don't jump to conclusion when you don't know the first thing about him!" Naruko snapped, glaring at the blonde woman with a glare she had picked up from her husband when he was dealing with fast-food drive-through machines.

Naruko wasn't entirely certain what it was about technology that made her husband get a nervous, irritated twitch in his eye, but the glare was effective nonetheless (it even worked on the machines sometimes).

"I'll be back later this week Baa-chan" she said tersely, before heading out of the surgery office and slamming the door behind her.

She knew Ino was just trying to be nice, be good neighbour, but it wasn't like she knew anything about Sasuke. If she did, she'd never make accusations like that.

It wasn't as if he was a police psychologist for the fun of it, or because he was unnaturally empathic (he often complained about his clients, and those were the ones he didn't despise), but because he had a personal link to it. But Ino had never bothered to give him the time of day.

Reaching the bus stop she ignored the phone call that was buzzing at her in her pocket, and pulled out a list of shopping things instead. Cat food (Ramen seriously needed cat food - he was inhaling it like water lately), kitchen towels, dishwasher tablets, some more recipe books,.

As for actual ingredients, she'd have to start making changes. Chicken, chillies, lemon, limes, coconut, peppers, onions, spinach, carrots, bean sprouts. If she got some egg noodles she could make a good stir fry.

The restaurant was forking out red meat everyday - she was desperate for chicken, and fish was completely off the menu now. Sasuke only made it at breakfast because it was quick anyway. She wasn't chancing it - no more fish.

Then again, she didn't really feel like a stir-fry. She wanted something more filling. Like rice or... Pizza? No, rice. Definitely rice.

She just made it in time to get the last bus back towards her area of town as Ino appeared around the corner, looking rather guilty. Naruko kept it in mind to forgive her in a day or so, but Sasuke wasn't the only one sick of the ideas people seemed to have about him.

Naruko understood to an extent. She was past that extent, so she ignored Ino for some upbeat pop music hardly anyone listened anymore, wondering if she should pull a surprise visit on Sasuke and rescue him from the tears of his client.

Crying scared him, which really made his career choice all the more odd, because most of his clients ended up crying for hours on end. Then again, maybe it was the fear that gave him such good results.

She decided against it in the end; she had another idea. It would require a few extra ingredients from the shops (they were out of garden peas) but it would be worth it. If only to see her usually calm and collected husband's eyes fall out of his face in shock.

When Sasuke got home later that day, he immediately knew something had happened, because Ino wasn't conveniently in the garden opposite to delay him with across-the-road conversation. Stepping inside the house and hanging up his jacket, he found Naruko slumped over the sofa flicking through the nature channels, no doubt searching for frog documentaries.

"Welcome back" she greeted, leaning up and making room for him as he headed for the corner of it; she leaned in and kissed him before curling up in a snug ball against his chest.

Sasuke might have happily fallen asleep like that, but he wanted to know what Ino had done now, and about the doctor's appointment. Especially the doctor's appointment. Ino pissed Naruko off every other month or so for something, and they always made up.

"How did it go at the doctors go?" he asked.

"Alright, just a stomach bug of sorts. I'll be fine - there's food in the kitchen" she replied, pointing towards it with a lazy hand.

Sasuke contemplated what should happen if he decided to fall asleep on the sofa without the food (people had cried at work today, so his appetite had dipped), but decided against it. He was bit peckish, and Naruko's food-wrath was not worth the trouble.

Getting up and heading for the kitchen, he found the plate of Omurice on the countertop. He was going to put it in the microwave to warm it up a little when he realised the tomato sauce was already on the top.

Then he glanced at the tomato-sauce words on the surface of the omelette wrapped rice...

私は妊娠して

...and his eyes widened.

Naruko smirked to herself as she heard Sasuke drop his fork. There was a pause then, before she heard the sound of footsteps quickly heading back towards her.

Grinning to herself she opened her eyes and sat up as Sasuke stopped in front of her, his eyes wide as saucers and looking rather disbelieving. She knew he would be shocked - she hadn't been all that surprised.

Pregnancy was the normal result of sex, it was just human convenience that prevented it and Sasuke didn't always use condom. She stopped taking the pill a year or so ago too, simply because she wasn't worried about the risk of getting pregnant anymore.

She was married, she wanted kids, Sasuke was the same - what was the point of taking it at all?

Speaking of Sasuke...

"I... We... You... This?" he asked, pointing at the plate in his hand.

Naruko grinned in response; carefully, Sasuke set the plate down on the coffee table, and then she didn't quite know how he managed it so quickly - Sasuke almost moved like a ninja sometimes - but she was being smothered in arms and kisses, which she found rather pleasant.

"How long?" he asked repeatedly kissing her cheeks, then her lips, his hand slipping under her shirt and running over stomach.

"About a month, maybe a bit more; I'll find out at my next appointment - feel free to tag along" she shrugged, a grin on her face.

"We'll need to decorate the spare room, and your uncle needs to find out from you, or he'll kill me, and my mother will if I don't tell her and Itachi, and we don't have a pram or that other stuff, and you can't eat fish... Shit, that's all I can cook in the morning, and the plugs-"

Naruko pressed a finger over Sasuke's lips to stop him rambling; he managed to look a little sheepish before kissing her again, then rolling up her shirt and kissing her stomach.

Naruko grinned, and let him loose his head in the giddiness for a few moment, but the she had to remind him that there was food being wasted, and unless he wanted his brat to eat it for him, he'd better pick it up.

Sasuke did as he was told, and proceeded to tell her they were having bacon sandwiches for breakfast instead of fish.

Sasuke started awake as Naruko bolted from the bed for the bathroom yet again. A few moments later she tumbled back into the room, and clued up in their bed, scolding the bulge that had randomly appeared that morning.

She was several months along now, and not one for surprises, they'd both agreed at the hospital to find out the baby's gender. Only for the baby to start playing camera shy. After several unsuccessful attempts, they had decided simply to wait and see.

Thanking the gods that his supervisor had kindly given him weekends off with the news of future parenthood, Sasuke wrapped an arm over her waist and pulled the blankets back up around the two of them, very happy to have a lie in.

"Stop giving your mother trouble" he mumbled as Naruko turned over to snuggle closer to him face on.

Sasuke quickly obliged.

"Sasuke?"

Sasuke grunted, his eyes slipping closed despite the attention he was paying.

"I forgot to tell you earlier, but Ino's coming over this afternoon..." Naruko mumbled.

Sasuke did not pretend to be happy about that; Naruko had been angry at Ino for about three months, he was loathe to let her set foot back in his house in case she said something that started one of Naruko's crying bouts (it turned out Naruko had very quick mood swings instead of cravings).

"Do I have to be nice to her?" he asked sleepily, not at all enthused by the idea. He was very happy with Naruko not getting along with Ino.

"No, but be civil at least..." Naruko mumbled.

Sasuke grunted, then fell back into sleep after pulling his wife close again. Civil didn't necessarily mean polite.

He could live with that.

I don't even know what this is. Its been lying on my laptop for over a year, so made some tweaks and... meh. I remember researching Japanese cuisine and finding a comment on an omurice recipe from someone who told their husband they were pregnant that way and I thought... fluff. But it was ages ago. My inspiration needs to be kicked, and thought this might help. *cries* I HATE WRITERS BLOCK. Someone just shoot me.

Hope you like :)

Nat.
xxx