18 and 30 for the fic writer game please 😊
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18. wip you’re never going to finish definitely the next chapter and the rest of three sjknfdlas im just so terrible with multich fics so sorry 2 anyone whos looking forward to it
30. <300 words of a wip
sasuke doesn’t think that he has ever been this uneasy, for this length of time, in his life. at seven months pregnant, sakura is huge, and he means this in the gentlest way possible.
every morning he pulls her up from their shared bed and watches her waddle unsteadily, as if she were going to topple, to the bathroom. thank you, sasuke-kun, she’ll say sweetly, but he knows that if he does any more than exactly what she asks for, he will be reprimanded for underestimating her.
“crap!” he hears from the bathroom, and in less than a second, he has appeared by her side.
“what’s wrong?” he asks hurriedly, quickly scanning her body for injuries.
“ah, sorry, darling,” she laughs, “i dropped my toothbrush. can you get that for me?”
he breathes a sigh of relief, picks up her toothbrush from the floor, and leans against the door frame. he watches her brush her teeth skeptically, still on edge from her scream.
he knows that she pumps healing chakra to her feet and her back every few hours to ease the pain. although she will allow him to occasionally put an arm around her, he hates that she will scream at him if he tries to support her, huffing i can handle myself.
sometimes he gets nervous when sakura is out of his sight. she wanders when they are in a village, looking for souvenirs, exploring sights unseen. for all the waddling she does, she moves surprisingly fast.