This is my first story. I am still working on the story line, so updates may be a little scattered. I hope you all enjoy my first posted story.
Disclaimer: 'Naruto' is owned by Masashi Kishimoto
Shadows in the Wind
He'll be here any minute now. Temari gulped down her drink of water, and quickly went to check on dinner. She looked at her reflection in the kettle, adjusting her hair ties, then brushed off her clothes. She had waited two weeks for Shikamaru to come home from his mission, but the last week had been really killing her. I can't wait to see his face! She turned around to look at the empty doorway.
"Shikamaru..." she started to recite. "I bet you can't guess..." No. That won't do.
"Hi Shikamaru. I'm glad you're home. I have something to tell you." Darn it. That won't work either.
"Guess what? Nope, guess. No, I don't want to tell you, you have to guess. Ha ha. You think you're so smart. You'll never guess it." No, That sounds too cocky. "Shikamaru..."
Shikamaru walked up the steps that led to the porch, a small traveling bag over his shoulder. Man, this escorting mission was too long. It's so troublesome. He opened the door.
Temari turned around, beaming. "Shikamaru!"
"Hey Temari." They met each other in the middle, exchanging a quick kiss.
Temari smiled. "I'll get dinner on the table."
"You seem to be in a good mood." Shikamaru said as he walked towards the bedroom to put his stuff away. "Anything happen while I was gone?"
Temari smiled "I have good news, Dad."
He paused in the room's doorway, and slowly turned. Shikamaru stared at his wife.
She beamed, setting a hand near her stomach. "Well, hubby, aren't you going to say anything?"
"...Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure. Don't you think a woman would know if she's pregnant?"
The shinobi set his bag on the floor and walked to her. "How long?"
"Nine months of course Mr. Genius. Like all human babies."
"No, I meant how long have you known?"
"About a week."
Shikamaru watched her, looking into her beautiful face.
She studied him, trying to read his expression. Is he happy? Shocked? Honestly, he should know these things happen.
A corner of his mouth slowly curved upward. "...You know, ...We'll have to name her."
Okay. This will be hard to write Temari's view, because I have no experience as to being pregnant. So I asked the best person to help me write this. My mom. She has come up with some ideas, but the story arch is still a little lacking as to side stories.
My goal is for this story to have some clean humor, and some touching, meaningful scenes. Please leave comments and critiques on what you honestly think so I can work to achieve my goal.
P.S—Please keep your comments rating appropriate. Thank you.