I guess I wrote this and never posted it?
Prompt: Kakashi finds out his wife is pregnant before the war.
Pairing:Kakashi x Reader because I’m garbage
The unforgiving winter of Konoha was at its peak as you walked down the blustery cobblestone road. You wrapped your scarf tighter around your neck, burying your nose beneath the wool as you held your sides. The wind blew against your already rosy cheeks, stinging your skin as you looked up to read the signs.
You walked into the convenience store a few blocks from your apartment and finally exhaled in the presence of warm air. Your lungs thanked you, and you grabbed a basket.
You looked at your list:
Eggs, bread, milk.
You gathered your belongings, making sure to look like this wasn’t the only thing you were here for. Carefully, you walked down the family planning aisle, staring at the pregnancy test as if it could just tell you the answer without having to go through the painful process of purchasing it.
You put it in the middle of your purchase as you lined them up, thinking that this process wouldn’t make the cashier think too much of the famous Kakashi of the Sharingan’s fiancé to be buying a pregnancy test. Especially at the brink of a war.
Your fingers shook as you paid for your items and bundles yourself, quickly exiting and making your way back home. Your mind raced, thinking of if it were true or perhaps your hormones were just out of wack with the impending stress load that was projected to double in the upcoming weeks.
That time of the month had come and gone without a speck of blood. You tried not to worry, but the more you put it off, the more the symptoms persisted. The unexplained weight gain, the irritability, the breast swelling - you couldn’t ignore them anymore.
“You’re home early,” Kakashi stood in the kitchen, a bowl of leftovers in his hand as he shoveled it in his mouth. His mask pooled around his neck and he smiled at you with a mouth full of salmon.
“I wasn’t feeling well,” you told him, avoiding his eyes.
“Again?” He put his bowl down on the table as you stripped off your winter wear. Chewing still, he put his fingers to your forehead and stopped you.
“You don’t seem feverish,” he pointed out. “Perhaps you should make an appointment with the doctors?”
“That’s rich, coming from the person who never sees the doctor,” you swatted his hand away. He looked at you, frowning as he swallowed his food. His eyebrows knitted together.
“What’s wrong with you?” He asked, his tone changing to match yours.
“Nothing,” you stuffed the small pregnancy test in your pocket, handing him the grocery bag. “Could you put these away?”
His eyebrows rose with the sudden change in your tone. Blinking, he took the bag from your hand and watched you as you walked into the bathroom, locking the door.
* * * * * * * *
You couldn’t breathe. It felt like your chest may cave in as you stared down at the little piece of plastic.
It was the third pregnancy test you had taken this week. You had gone to different stores within Konoha just to purchase them without causing rumors to spread. All of them had been positive.
You could feel your hands tingling as you stood up, thinking of how you would tell Kakashi. With the political heat escalating and the missions becoming more dangerous, he has been stressed enough trying to protect he village. Now he would have something else to protect. If Konoha were to go to war, he surely would be distracted with a pregnant fiancé at home.
This was not supposed to happen, you thought. This was the last thing that was supposed to happen and you wondered how you had been so careless. Perhaps you had missed a day on your pill. Or perhaps it has been when you were sick a few months ago and your pill hadn’t worked. Your mind raced, trying to figure out this puzzle.
* * * * * *
It had been a week since you found out. You contemplated how you would tell him, thinking of different scenarios as the days passed. You continued to push it off, afraid of how he would react.
“Kakashi?” You stood in the doorway of your bedroom, watching him as he wrapped his ankles with bandages for the day.
He didn’t look up, and you observed him from afar, his hair still askew from sleep.
“Can I talk to you?” You asked hesitantly. Finally, he looked up, his eyes tired as he stopped his preparations.
“Is something wrong?” He asked.
“Not exactly,” you looked away. You felt yourself begin to shake, your nerves enveloping you.
What if he was mad? What if he didn’t want the baby? What if he said you couldn’t afford to keep it? What if he had too many responsibilities? What if it stressed him out?
He watched you for a moment before looking down, cutting the tape of his bandage off and placing it to the bed.
Kakashi stood up, walking over to you. You were much shorter than him, and he had to dip is head to try and meet the eyes that you kept avoiding. You turned your head, wrapping your arms around your waist.
“Is there something wrong?” He asked again, this time his voice was more stern.
You felt your chin quiver and you bit your lip, inhaling a shaky breath. Emotions bubbled up in your chest and you felt Kakashi take your shoulders.
“Tell me what’s wrong,” he told you, sounding more concerned.
“I can’t,” you managed, tears spilling out.
Kakashi let go of you, and took a step back. You looked up, seeing the look in his eyes that seemed like he was afraid.
“Did something happen?” He managed. “Did- I mean - are you - is there someone else?”
You quickly shook your head, “no, not at all. It’s not that.”
His eyebrows came to a point, “than what is it?”
A tear streamed down your cheek, and you quickly wiped it away.
“Please don’t be mad,” you told him.
Kakashi took a step back, taking your shoulders again.
“What is it?” He asked, his voice frustrated.
“I shouldn’t have said anything,” you reacted, pulling away. Anxiety was taking over you.
“[y/n]!” His voice was stern, “I can’t help you if you won’t tell me what’s wrong.”
“I’m pregnant!” You finally exclaimed, beginning to cry now. “I’m pregnant, okay? I’m sorry! I’ve been hiding it from you and I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I’m sorry, I know you have so much to do and the war and -”
“[y/n],” he breathed, taking a step closer to you. He touched your shoulder and you looked up, meeting his eyes with yours.
“You mean it?” He asked, his voice shaking. “Are you sure?”
You blinked, “I took three tests. They were all positive.”
Suddenly, you were wrapped in his arms, his face being buried in the crook of your neck. He held you tight, feeling his body become stiff.
“I could never be mad,” he exhaled, his voice cracking against your skin. You reached up, holding onto him as you realized how emotional he was.
“You mean it?” You asked.
He laughed against your ear, his clothes lips tickling your skin. You couldn’t tell if he was crying, but his voice sounded as though he was holding back so many emotions.
He pulled away, looking you in the eye with a small smile.
“With this impending war- with all the turbulence in the village -” he paused, “this is the best news I’ve heard in a very long time. I have one more thing to fight for now.”