A/N: Now, this is a crack-fic that I have come up with in the wee hours of the morning. I do not have a beta so all spelling mistakes are my own. All information about the stages of pregnancy were found on the internet, so anything that I might have gotten wrong I apologize for in advance despite my research.

Also, this is my first real attempt at a Kakashi/Sakura fanfic, so please be patient with me.

I hope you enjoy this, because I certainly do. Now, on with the fluff and crack!

The 39 Week Challenge.

Week 1—2: Sickness

The goal; can Kakashi come to terms with the fact that the flu is now morning sickness?

The sound of retching reached Kakashi's ears from inside of the bathroom. Curled up on his side under the warm down blanket, he blindly searched for a pillow to cup over his sensitive ears and smashed it against his head. It muted most of the noise, but with his canine hearing, it was barely muffled. Sighing, he caught a whiff of some putrid odour—Pakkun must have gotten worms again and was vomiting on the floor.

"Pakkun, can you take it outside? Or at least not get it on the carpet," Kakashi begged as the sounds stopped and a feminine voice replied.

"Oh, you want me to take it outside for all of the neighbors to see? All right then, I'll just—" the irritating voice was cut off by a retch, followed by ghastly noises that Kakashi didn't even want to know of.

Oh, I see, so Pakkun's got a lady friend who's pregnant. I hope they turn out better than the last litter…

There was a brief moment of pure silence, in which Kakashi easily slipped back into the realms of unconsciousness. Suddenly, more obnoxious vomiting ad dry-heaving. He found his patience was now secured onto a thin tethered rope.

"Pakkun, where are you? Why aren't you helping your bitch out so I can get some sleep?"

"Excuse me?"

Kakashi jackknifed from the bed and peered through the tiny crack in the bathroom door. Pink tendrils of hair caught his vision and he dashed out from the bed—albeit buck naked—to the bathroom, catching the door handle and all but ripping it out when he saw his pink haired lover hugging the toilet bowl. Her face was sickly pale, her hair a mess in a hastily done up bun, with nothing but his faded black Anbu shirt adorning her shivering body.

"Sakura—are you all right?" He leaned down and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. She halfheartedly shrugged it off, and he noticed that her bones were protruding from her skin almost unhealthily. "Have you been eating at all?"

"No…" she whimpered, curling up on herself and placing her head on the cool toilet seat. "Too nauseous… to eat anything…"

"Well, hell, why didn't you tell me this before?"

Sakura didn't answer him as whatever was left in her stomach was promptly pushed out. "I, uh, donno. I thought it was the flu last week, but it hasn't gone yet—"

"Last week! This has been going on from last week?" He felt like an idiot; he should have known this, but he had to remember that for the better portion of last week he'd been away in the Grass Country on a recon mission, so Sakura's sickness hadn't been noted. "Okay, I'm bringing you to the hospital."

"For someone who doesn't like hospitals, you're pretty eager to take me to one." She griped, though her heart wasn't into it.

Kakashi ignored her and gathered up some suitable clothes for her, hastily slipping on the green sweatpants she'd walked over in last night and chucking her bra into the bathroom. Last night she didn't look as abhorred as she did this morning, and not nearly as sick. She admitted to feeling a bit under the weather, but the Copy nin thought nothing of it as viruses tended to spread astronomically fast when you're working in a building constantly infested with sick people.

And he remembered something about her telling an excuse when he asked her to join him and Naruto for training, and at the time he just thought she was blowing him off. But if this turned out to be serious…

"C'mon, we're leaving now.,"

He made sure to bring along a plastic bag—although what good that would do if she needed to use it?—and all but ran as fast as he could to the hospital without jarring her sensitive stomach too much. He thanked whatever gods were out there for Sakura's impeccable control.

Entering the building, he was vaguely familiar with the layout, and knew that the ER would be two lefts down that long hallway. As he advanced toward it, the thought to be sleeping woman cracked an eye open and clutched at his collar.

"No! We don't need to go to the ER! Go to triage; take me to the waiting room, at least."

"Why, so we can wait several hours and this can get worse? "

"There's just no need," she huffed, her face paling considerably when he refused to take a step in the opposite direction. "Hey, go back!"

"Kakashi-san," greeted a trauma nurse as he rounded the bend, but her face widen in surprise to see who he was bringing in. "Is Sakura-san all right?"

"I don't know. Fix her," he deposited the pink haired kunoichi in the proffered wheelchair and dogged the nurse until she brought them into a quaint room with a simple bed and bathroom. "We might need to operate, she's nauseous and dizzy and—"

"Relax, Kakashi-san. We're just going to take some vitals and give her something cool to drink." The nurse left them in the room after placing Sakura on the neatly made bed, and Kakashi thought it his duty to keep watch by the door until signs of help arrived.

Sakura, looking quite piqued at this point, waved Kakashi over. "It's not likely we'll be infiltrated while I wait a few minutes for the doctor. Come, sit," she patted the chair beside her.

He didn't budge.

Sakura rolled her eyes and fought really hard against the wave of nausea. She had a feeling that if she were to ever get sick Kakashi would shove her in a gurney and allow the experts the take over. Men were just insecure like that, especially when the unknown always hovered about ominously. Had he received the proper training he wouldn't have treated this as an emergency. Besides, Sakura already had a clue as to what was going on, but now wasn't the time to tell him.

Half an hour passed and finally Kakashi stirred, alerting Sakura who had been resting her eyes. Her very own mentor, Tsunade, bustled into the room and looked apathetically at her student. "Kakashi, could you please leave?"

At a loss for words, he scrambled to think of an excuse; honey coloured eyes silenced him, and like a kicked puppy he left the room with his tail between his legs

"Sakura. What brings you to the hospital?"

"Kakashi," she muttered, and Tsunade gave a faint smile.

"So what's going on with you, anyway? You were vomiting? Any dizzy spells, hypertension, or dehydration?'

"I've been feeling faint and nauseous, yes, and have been vomiting since early this morning and most of last week, though it was particularly worse today. It's mostly gone now, though."

Tsunade, never being one for traditional means, didn't bothered to carry around a clipboard with information on it. The woman had a knack for just remembering things like this. "How long has this been going on?"

"Oh, about ten days now, or so…"

"Ten?" The Hokage raised a delicate brow. "And who have you told?" Implying that she hadn't told the most important person, that is.

"No one, accept Kakashi, anyway."

Tsunade pursed her lips in thought and didn't say anything for a long time. Deftly, she stood and brought out a stethoscope and a cuff, fastening it around Sakura's slim arm and taking her blood pressure whilst getting her temperature and blood sugars. Satisfied, she moved on and extracted a needle and took her blood in two tiny vials.

"I need a blood sample. The results shouldn't take long. In the meantime, you can have your hound back,"

Tsunade left the room and replacing her came Kakashi, who looked fretful and genuinely concerned.

"Is everything all right?" he questioned, holding her hand in his.

"Well, she's just getting a blood test done. It might be a virus or something, a new strain, anyway."

Something flashed behind his coal eyes; something that had Sakura on edge, as if he were in on the little secret.

"Is that all it is? A new strain of virus?"

"Uh, maybe," she evaded, hoping her shishou would return so she wouldn't have to deliver the news for him.

They sat silent for another hour before Tsunade returned with the results, a single piece of paper in her hands. Her eyes were reproachful, and though Kakashi mistook it for concern, Sakura knew exactly what it was.

"Well, I have your results," the woman clucked her tongue as she surveyed the sheet for the nth time. "And, it seems that you're going to be a wonderful mother. Congratulations, Sakura,"

Time slowed considerably for Kakashi, and in a futile effort Sakura tried petting his hand. "Kakashi? You there? Did you hear what she said?"

His lone eye strayed to hers, disbelief etched onto his otherwise stoic face. Sakura giggled, though it was not serious, as she whispered, "Surprise."