Yesssssss, I love writing their friendship so much, I am ON this. (And, as such, it actually got a little bit long.) (And now I kinda want to do a reverse scenario with this too with them as kids oh man.)
9. “You know, it’s okay to cry.”
The soft smile on her face failed to reach her eyes as she
adjusted the colorful bouquet at her husband’s bedside, highlighted by the
moonlight pouring in from the hospital window. She rubbed her swelling stomach—“six
months today,” Sakura had said at her checkup earlier. “Konoha’s healthiest and
most energetic baby boy”—as she absently played with tanned fingers. Three days
ago, they had brought him home from a mission looking worse than she’d seen him
in years. He had yet to wake up. She didn’t ask what happened, nor was she
told. All she wanted was to see that crystalline shade of cerulean once more.
She had appointed herself his guardian, as if she hadn’t been already,
resolving to be by his side until he woke, only leaving when the nurses forced
her. She had to be there when their friends would visit, to be the comforting
and uplifting presence; it was hard for everyone to see the village hero in
such a state, after all. She couldn’t allow herself to break, even if the bed
back home was now far too large, the room far too cold.
She felt a presence at the doorway, one that was well-known
to her by now. Pulling her hand back slowly from his, she stood.
“Come in, Sasuke-kun.”