Title: And the World breathes a sigh of relief
Author: BouquetofTurtles
Summary: Sasuke is leaving for the war and Sakura is enough.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.
Prompt: That Would Be Enough
Rating: T
Comments: This is my first time writing fanfiction and I really love Hamilton which is probably the reason I decided to submit this. It was originally going to be sad but nah happy ending for all, for now. Also really corny and the ending isn’t really good.
“Isn’t this enough for you?, Aren’t I enough?, What more do you need?” Sakura breathed harshly as she blocked his path at the door way. He stared down at her, unable to voice his reasons. His bag weighed heavy on his shoulder and back. Doesn’t she know she is more than enough, that he isn’t enough for her? Looking downward he sees the bulge in her dress and reaches down to cup it.
“Sakura, you are strong and you know it, don’t bow down to fear” he stated as his eyes searched hers.
“You don’t have to leave, this war isn’t ours to fight” she exclaimed, desperation clawing at her chest. Settling her own hand on top of his, imagining the screams and stench of blood the accompanies any war.
She wants to anchor him to her and the life they’ve built away from torn ground and lost ones. Why he continues to go head first into it is beyond her. Or rather it isn’t, she’s being selfish she knows.
Sighing out a breath, he drops his head onto her shoulder. “I’ll be back I promise but the General is waiting and I gave my word” his tone calm.
She shakes eyes wide, “I need you, we need you” her voice lost in the room, “Please stay”.
Lifting his head and placing his hands on her shoulders, she takes comfort in the warm weight, he levels his eyes to hers “I love you” bending his forehead.
She grips the front of his shirt “What if that isn’t enough?” she asks. “It has to be it’s all I can give right now”, Sakura falls into his arms and he carries her to a nearby lounge, kisses her forehead gives one last caress to her abdomen and leaves.
A few months later he returns his left arm blown away by a cannon and a fever overtaking his form. Sakura does what she can, with her now swollen body. The cries of victory outside the streets seem like jeers to her. His dark hair is plastered to his temples and his panting echoes throughout the room.
“Sasuke if you could just make it through this that would be enough please, please just fight this” voice quivering and body aching. He has been going in and out of consciousness for the better part of a week and yet the fever has yet to break. Gradually, it ebbs away and he is well enough to stand.
Sakura aids him in getting in and out of bed for the next month, when the servants are asleep. He refuses at first knowing the the child will soon be born and the strain it is causing Sakura.
Eight weeks after he returns their child is born, with short black hair and a wail that breaks the stagnant household, that has held it for the better part of a year.
