Summary: In which Hinata has intense food cravings and Naruto tries his best to deliver.
Note: Hi guys! NaruHina has been one of my strongest and longest OTP’s, and I’m surprised this is my first fanfiction of them! I always figured these two would take my fanfiction virginity, but somehow they didn’t. Either way, I’m so happy to finally contribute to my 7-year OTP! Hope you enjoy!
Naruto felt his breath and all the stresses of his day sigh
away the moment he saw his home. It was a humble little house, but the memories
that it held were everlasting. He and Hinata had moved in a couple years ago, but
he still couldn’t get over the feeling of giddiness every time he returned home
from a long mission.
He’s been more reluctant to leave home as of late, since
the announcement of Hinata’s pregnancy. Neither were expecting the news a
couple months ago, but both quickly accepted and welcomed the upcoming arrival.
Naruto himself was overjoyed and terrified. He didn’t know what kind of dad he
would be, or if he would even be a good one, but Hinata’s consistent
reassurance helped sooth him.
There was no doubt in his mind that Hinata would be a good mother.
She was the most caring woman Naruto had ever met. Hell, after they moved in
together Naruto didn’t know how he ever functioned without her. She became the
beacon of his life, his best friend, one of his most precious people.
Naruto approached the front door and swung it open.
“Hinata!” Naruto called out eagerly, closing the door
behind him. “I’m…. home?”
Naruto stood at the entryway of their kitchen, completely
Or well, what looked like their kitchen. Mess didn’t quite cover what Naruto was
witnessing. Every imaginable drawer was opened and emptied, their convents
scattered all over the floors and tabletops. No crevice was left exposed. It
looked as though they’ve been thoroughly ransacked. In fact, Naruto would have been
under the impression that they had been robbed if it weren’t for Hinata
standing in the midst of the chaos, smiling at him completely oblivious.
“Welcome back, Naruto-kun!” She greeted him, leaning out from
behind a cabinet. “How was your mission?”
“Uh,” Naruto regarded his wife carefully. “It was fine?”
“Oh good!” Hinata smiled. “I’m glad.”
Naruto just stared. He was waiting for the part where
Hinata explained the state of the room. This was too much for simple house
cleaning. And they weren’t due to move out of the house for another few months.
After a few more moments of no enlightenment, Naruto
decided to speak up.
“So uh,” Naruto scratched the back of his head. “What’s
He gestured around. “This?”
“Oh!” Hinata glanced around the room, as if just noticing
the disorder herself. “I’m sorry for the mess, Naruto-kun. I was just searching
for that box of cinnamon rolls we bought the other day.”
Ah. That explained the mess. For the last few weeks,
Hinata had been experiencing some intense cravings. Her most common desire was
cinnamon rolls. Naruto had witness her devour an entire case of them in under
six minutes. It was both frightening and slightly arousing.
“Oh, that,” Naruto rubbed the back of his neck, grinning
sheepishly. “I ate the last one this morning when I was running late. I’m sorry.”
When Naruto didn’t hear an immediate response, he blinked
his eyes open.