61a/n: i was actually posting my ssmonth entries as an anthology on ao3 just to get a feel for that site but it really wasn't for me so i deleted it after three days. so i thought i'd bring the anthology here. but i'm not doing all of the prompts, btw.
day one. far from home.
Rating: K
This absolutely wasn't the plan.
Well, getting Sakura pregnant in the middle of the wilderness wasn't really a part of any plan, either. But where his wife gave birth, Sasuke thought that was at least something he could control.
When Sasuke envisioned their child's birth, he had imagined Konoha's finest medic, Tsunade herself, to take care of his wife and child. He had expected Naruto and Kakashi to be there, maybe even Ino and Sai who would surely paint the entire scene, and Sakura's parents, especially.
Instead, he had brought his wife to one of Orochimaru's hideouts, to give birth to their child in a room that's probably been used for the sannin's perverse and inhumane experiments, in the care of a woman who's had an obsessive streak over him, while he was shut out and told to wait out with the comrades he had once planned the apocalypse with.
It's not that he didn't trust Karin, because he did. Sakura had saved her life once when he had threatened it, and she felt that she was forever indebted to the kunoichi. So it's not Karin, it's that Sasuke would rather have his hand crushed by Sakura's tight grip while she goes into labor than sit out here in Suigetsu's delightful company.
Juugo, at least, had the decency to look at him apologetically for the other's behavior.
"Hey, man, really though," Suigestu started, seemingly sincere. Then he bared his shark teeth when he grinned. "Congrats on the sex!"
…
"Fix your face, you're a father now."
Sasuke scowled at Karin as he watched her hold the little bundle in her arms and whisk it away to another room to get cleaned, without even giving him−the father from whose loins this being came from−a peek at his own child.
"Karin was really amazing," Sakura murmured and he immediately relaxed. He reached down beneath her blanket to find her hand and laced their fingers together, and she rubbed her thumb in comforting circles over his knuckles.
You're really amazing, he wanted to say, but he was rendered speechless by how beautiful she looked, so he settled for squeezing her hand before pulling away only to thread his fingers through her pink hair. His wife had always been beautiful, but right now, in this moment, there was a different glow to her skin. She was absolutely ethereal.
"You're a dad, Sasuke-kun."
"Aa. You're a mother."
"Our baby is so beautiful," she said, her voice so soft with affection and exhaustion. Her brows knitted for a quick moment and her lips quivered slightly, eyes shining bright. "She has, like, little baby hairs on her baby head. And she has the smallest toes in the world and her hands−Sasuke-kun, her hands. They're so tiny!"
"You're going to love her," she added.
He scoffed. Silly woman, he's loved his daughter from the moment she was the size of a pea in her mother's belly. He's loved his daughter ever since he's loved his wife.
He bent down and pressed his lips onto her forehead, and she giggled when he dragged his lips over her two eyes, then trailed down her cheek before his lips finally captured hers. He kissed her lightly, tenderly, and it's every feeling his heart carried and every heavy sentiment he's incapable of saying.
"Thank you, Sakura." he said it like it's I love you.
(hey, i want to see sasuke's baby, too!
wait your turn, you neaderthal! i'd even advise them not to let you anywhere near this princess!)
