NejiTen Oneshots And Drabbles

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December 02

Neji knew she was being capricious when she told him she wanted to decorate her old house for Christmas, too. She also told him that she thought it was a good idea for them to spend time together at her house. She then ordered the household staff to move her things back to her old house—"Just for December"—she would often tell him. But Neji knew that was the most ludicrous idea she could ever have; moving out of his powerful abode—full of guards and servants that could satisfy her every whim—to her old house this late in her pregnancy. What if something unexpected happened? It was December and she was due on January! Oh but she had insisted so much it made him want to bury his head on the ground like an ostrich. Later his uncle had assured him that pregnant women often had unusual cravings. But what could she possibly crave about her old house? The scent perhaps?

So here he was, annoyed and cold, outside in the balcony trying to fix the goddamned Christmas lights. Tenten also wanted every corner of her tiny apartment jammed with lights, decorations, candles, and every other ornament that made the inside of her apartment look like a damned carnival. He grabbed the Christmas tree-shaped string of lights and fought the urge to break the flashing decoration in mere frustration; the simple lights reminded him of last night, when he struggled against the Christmas Tree. Not only did the tree and decorations were against him, but also the house—the power just kept coming and going—Tenten giggles didn't help either.

But certain comments about Christmas Trees and dumb traditions of setting up lights had—extremely—upset the pregnant kunoichi (he ended up sleeping in the couch). Not only did he have to bear with the humiliation of being rejected of a warm bed accompanied by his young wife, he also had to finish setting up all lights if he wanted to talk to her ever again. Her unpleasant mood swings and cravings just made him want to never impregnate her again. He smirked, such thing was like achieving the impossible.

With a last tap from the hammer all the flashy lights were finally put in their respective place and he jumped off the roof, to the balcony, and walked inside. His body stopped for a moment as his senses were engulfed with the warm temperature and the scent of freshly baked cookies, the faint aroma of vanilla—that was probably coming from the scented candles—fussed with the much stronger scent of cocoa, and his anger left him, quickly draining out of him.

Tenten stepped out of the kitchen holding her swollen belly; she looked at him and asked coldly, "Are you done?" Her gaze warmed when Neji nodded. The woman quickly walked closer to him and buried herself in his embrace. "He was moving a few minutes ago." The hint of a smile fell on Neji's face and he nodded; his eyes had felt a faint pulse from within her when she exited the kitchen.

Neji held her hand and led her to their couch, where they sat and cuddled—well, mostly, she cuddled close to him. Tenten traced his chin with her long fingers, leaned even closer to him and planted a soft kiss on the base of his lips. "You wouldn't mind if he was a she?" She finally asked, cautiously. Neji looked back at her, softening his gaze as he did so. Among common tradition a male first born was a good omen, and a female first born was the complete opposite. But the more he thought about it the less he cared, what mattered was that they had created a living being, life from their life, solely theirs. His head shook slightly, and his fingers traced invisible patterns on the soft cotton dress that covered her belly. He had the faint impression that their baby would be a girl, he decided to trust intuition, which almost never failed him. A meek bell rang from the kitchen and Tenten quickly shifted to leave. Neji grabbed her hand and stopped her, his eyes pleading her to stay with him. "The cookies are ready," she said gently using her other hand to loosen her husband's grip on her, "If I don't go they'll burn." With this, Neji released her and she went back to the kitchen to finish her work.