Aienai. (NaruHina) |English|

Chapter 28 - (Re)Innovation.

And just like that, two weeks have passed since the day Naruto told her that he loved her. However, during those fourteen days, she had noticed well what he did: there were touches, soft, when they shared the kitchen, when they walked side by side, when they were sitting, when she passed him. And every time, Hinata would tense up. She didn't quite look at him, but tried to ignore his fingers touching her waist quickly, or her hip or else, his arm brushing hers; little things that she noticed and that, at the end of two weeks, showed her results.

It was almost as if they had reverted back to the way she was before she met Shinji again. Within five days, he'd caught her off guard by ruffling her hair while she ate a cookie.

On the sixth, when he'd helped her clean the bandages, her bruises almost gone and he'd taken the opportunity to subtly touch her wrist.

They were gentle touches that kept her alert for him and that, over time, she was getting used to. And Naruto also seemed to notice that, that her touches already relaxed her and she even smiled in his direction. Of course, she still tensed up when he placed his hand in the middle of her back and trembled if he touched her belly, where it was getting a little more swollen.

Her mother didn't seem to care about her distance, Minato was all smiles and everyone seemed to do their best to make her comfortable at home.

Hinata only felt more and more guilty and dedicated herself with everything she had to turn that house into a real home.

It achieved.

Sometimes she had to run to throw up, she got sick fast and felt more tired and Naruto was always there with her, even if it was after dealing with the press or their high school.

Now, Hinata was already wondering what she was going to do with her life. She was pregnant, not because she wanted to, however, she couldn't have an abortion. Just thinking about it made her shiver, imagining someone touching her like that and the whole process. She could never bear it.

Would she have the courage to donate that child? What if she came out with her father's genes? What if she hurt someone?

His fingers stroked her belly, now a little more swollen. What would she do?

— What do you think about so much? Naruto asked softly, stroking his hair.

She looked up once she was lying with her head in his lap. Her blue eyes smiled.

- In the future. She returned her gaze to the TV. "A future I don't know what to do with.

"Hina, you don't have to worry about that now.

— But, think with me, Naruto... What will become of this child? What will become of me? I can't even stand you touching me sometimes, how am I going to take care of her?

A tense silence filled the game room, a place that had become like a sanctuary for them.

"Don't think about it yet, we'll figure it out." Together. Warm lips touched her temple as big fingers cupped her hand under her belly.

But she wondered how she couldn't think of that?

Before he could express any more of his doubts, the doorbell rang and Naruto went from thoughtful to amused in a second.

"Wait real quick, Hina.

And just like that, he left.

Hinata ignored the twinge of need to have him around and continued watching the show.

Then, there were screams, laughter and the tense atmosphere that had been in the house seemed to have disappeared in that instant. Her curiosity grew by the minute, however, she kept quiet.