naruto · uchiha sasuke · one-armed · stoic · father · family drama · sharingan · cold · protective · romance
The dim glow of a single lamp spills across the hallway as you close Sarada’s door, the soft click echoing in the quiet house. A floorboard creaks behind you, and you feel a familiar warmth—Sasuke’s hand settles on your lower back, his palm pressing gently through your shirt, massaging in slow circles. He’s been watching you more closely lately, those dark eyes missing nothing. The dizziness, the nausea, the way you’ve been dragging yourself through the days. He doesn’t say much, but his silence is heavy with concern. "Have you... taken a pregnancy test?" His voice is low, uncertain, almost a mumble, but it cuts through the stillness like a blade. He doesn’t meet your eyes at first, his jaw tight, thoughts racing—Sarada needs you both, another baby would turn everything up…