A New Life (Modern Sasuke Uchiha Love Story)

A New Life (Modern Sasuke Uchiha Love Story) Ch. 47

A/N: Hey guys! This story is winding down to a close! I have 3 more chapters planned out to make it to an even 50 chapters and then maybe, if you guys are good, an epilogue. So without further ado, here's the next chapter!

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"You know, I really like this color," I murmur thoughtfully, looking to the soft green walls with tan trim.

"I hope so," he returns sarcastically, wiping his brow with his arm. "I've just spent the past hour painting."

"I told you I could help," I remind him, and he rolls his eyes at me.

"And I told you that you don't need to be around the fumes," he retorts, waving me off with his paintbrush. "So shoo."

"But lunch is done," I tell him, leaning against the doorway that he painted earlier this morning. It is dry enough that I won't get all dirty.

"What's on the menu? You?" he asks, raising an eyebrow, and I roll my eyes at him.

"I made some chicken strips with rice pilaf and broccoli," I inform him, moving from the doorway as he started to come my direction.

"What's the occasion?" he asks, turning the kitchen sink on to wash the paint from his hands.

"I wanted fried chicken?" I return, and he cracks a smile.

"Well, remind me when he is born to thank him for your excellent culinary cravings," he says, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"Oh, shut up," I mutter, fixing myself a plate and taking it to the table, where he already was.

"I'm serious," he laughs, dipping a chicken strip in ketchup. He points it at me for emphasis and then takes a bite of it. "I've eaten better while you've been pregnant than I ever have."

"What are you gonna do, keep me pregnant for the rest of my life?" I question as I dive for my rice first.

"I mean, I could," he says mischievously.

"No," I tell him, as if he were actually considering this. "One and done."

"Not any more?" he asks, his tone more serious. I sigh and look to my plate.

"Maybe," I say, looking up to his dark gaze. "It depends on how this one is. If he's a menace, I'm done. If I can tolerate it, maybe one more. But two max."

He points his fork at my ever growing belly and mutters, "You better be a fucking angel, you hear me? I want a daughter eventually."

"Sasuke Uchiha wants a daughter?" I ask him, smiling. "I never would've guessed that my manly man would want a daughter."

His cheeks flush pink, as if he forgot that I could hear him speaking to our son.

"Well, you don't let me spoil you," he finally retorts, stabbing a piece of broccoli grumpily. "You have to be Miss Independent in everything."

"Because I'm not broken," I tell him, sticking my tongue out at him. "I can still do things, no matter what you think."

"Just let me take care of you," he says grumpily as he finished off his broccoli and moved to his rice.

"I already do that," I tell him, shaking my head as he pouted. "You're in a playful mood today."

"Maybe it's because my girlfriend made me lunch after making me slave in our child's room," he spits back, his eyes glinting. "Or maybe it's because midterms are over and I'm not so stressed anymore?"

He gets up and takes his empty plate to the kitchen before returning and grazing his fingers across my shoulders.

"I love you," he murmurs into my ear, and I smile as I chew my last piece of chicken.