She stood at the doorway longingly watching her husband pack his supplies into a small dark bag. His movements were slow and lazy, almost regretful at having to leave home once again. He had promised her not so long a go that he would spend time with her, because she certainly deserved it and everyone knew his wife deserved all of his undivided attention. He wanted to stay with her, he really did, but he couldn't. His shinobi duties, at the moment, were above his marriage.

It was no fun to be alone in the Uchiha complex, he knew all too well, especially when all there was to do in the house was stare at the white washed walls every second of every day. Just thinking about it made his guilt triple in size.

"When will you be back?" He stopped what he was doing to take a good look at Sakura, who stood nervously in the shadows patiently waiting for his response.

"Two or three months, I'm not sure."

"Oh…ok," she muttered rather sadly.

He walked towards her, reaching out he gripped her hand softly before kissing her temple and moving her aside to leave out the front door.

He didn't see her until five months later.

When he walked into his home the first thing he noticed was how everything was squeaky clean and rearranged. His family portraits were on the opposite walls, the walls were shinning brightly even in the dark, and all the chairs were set at a specific angle along with the tables.

She must have been very bored, weird…

He heard the soft buzzing of the TV coming from the living room and the closer he made his way the more he heard Sakura crying clearly. Sakura, dressed in Sasuke's favorite blue shirt with the clan's symbol adorning it and baggy grey sweatpants, was lying on the couch crying her eyes out, wrapped in a cocoon of their bedroom's bed sheets. The scene almost broke his heart.

"Sakura?"

She whipped her head up, "Sasuke-kun?" As soon as his name left her plump lips she continued sobbing as if he wasn't present and it immediately made him worry.

"Sakura, what's wrong?"

She tried to explain, but crying and talking at the same time was not a good combination. He understood half of what she was saying; something about chocolate, weight, and clothes was what he mostly heard bubbling from her quivering lips, although he was beginning to think he probably heard wrong.

"Whoa, Sakura slow down. What were you saying?"

She looked up, emeralds eyes showing so much sadness and pain, plump bottom lip quivering slightly, pink hair framing her round face, "I ran out of chocolate covered strawberries about twenty minutes a go…"

"What?"

She cried again.

"My…my…chocolate…strawberries…are…are gone…."

He was reminded of a twelve-year-old Sakura crying for no particular reason.

"Do you want me to get you some strawberries?" She nodded weakly, a little smile adorning her tear stricken face.

"Alright, I'll be right back with your chocolate covered strawberries."

"Wait!"

He turned around to glare questioningly at his wife and her odd behavior. She pointed towards the door on the other side of the room.

"They're in the fridge…"

"Fridge?" his brow was twitching, he could feel it. She smiled sweetly at him, snuggling closer to the couch's warmth. He stomped his way to the kitchen to retrieve her precious chocolate covered strawberries, cursing under his breath about his unfortunate luck. Wasn't he supposed to receive a welcoming embrace of some sort from his wife? After all he was gone five months, five months that could have been spent with Sakura trying to repopulate the Uchiha clan.

"Here," he shoved the chocolates into her hands as he made space for himself within her cocoon.

"Yum!"

He watched her eat each strawberry carefully. The way she licked the chocolate before softly biting into the soft fruit was slowly making him aroused, he could only imagine what she looked like underneath all that clothes.

"One for you and one for me."

Ok, so maybe leaving her alone in the Uchiha complex for yet another mission was a bad idea because now it seemed she was talking to herself.

"You like that don't you?"

This was getting out of hand, it didn't seem like she was talking to herself; she WAS indeed talking to herself.

"Sakura?" his brow furrowed, she was scaring him out of his wits with her ongoing conversations.

"Huh?"

"Whom are you speaking with?"

Her face lit up as she lifted her shirt for Sasuke to inspect the swell of her belly, "To Sasuke JR silly!"


A/N: I should be working on Past Midnight, but I needed a break from the angst. I needed to write some SasuSaku fluff.