The Girl Under the Mask-Kakashi x OC Romance

Chapter 36

A week later and a fresh morning, I began to step out of bed when a hand stopped me. I looked back and down at the half awake Kakashi with a smile. He had grabbed my hand and when I turned to him he pulled me back to the bed with a little tug and caught me up.

"Kakashi" I giggled as he buried his head into my neck like he was going back to sleep.

"What's the rush?" He mumbled against my skin.

"The rush?" He leaned my head back enough to look upon his face. "Unlike you, I can't be late for class. At least one of us has to be the responsible one." I teased and he narrowed his eyes on me.

Then he started to slink down, stopping at my stomach. He lifted my shirt, leaving a few pecks across it. "How can you leave us?" He tried to change his tactic, a little playful guilt.

"Last I checked, this one comes with me." I responded with a laugh and rubbed a hand down the side of my stomach. At first, Kakashi glanced up at me with a playful frown at my answer, but then his eyes turned serious as he gazed upon my face. It made me worry for a moment. I moved from my stomach to cupping his cheek. "What's wrong, Kakashi?"

He leaned into my hand, "Nothing's wrong, I just..." He kissed my thumb, "I don't want to miss another minute of our life. Of his, or her, life-" he leaned down to kiss my stomach again, "-first steps, first words, first anything. I'm going to be there. God help anyone who tries to stop me."

He made my heart melt, just like he managed to do every day. "You know," Kakashi's words also brought back a memory-from Itatsu's genjutsu, "even though be may be too young to express it, Itatsu wanted you before he knew you were his Father." Kakashi's brow creased and he pulled himself back up to me. "When he triggered his sharingan, he put me in a genjutsu. At first it was blurs of memories of me and him-specifically me and him alone...like on his birthday. And then he showed me a new memory, from in daycare. Seems he started to notice the other kids getting picked up by their Dad's, and another kid told him that 'your Dad is the man that loves you'. After she said that, the genjutsu was no longer memories, but his imagination. And in it, it was his birthday again and you were right there beside him...and he was calling you Daddy and he was SO happy." I tried not to get emotional while retelling the story, but my eyes started to gloss over. That genjutsu made me happy for Kakashi, but also made my heart break to see the effect not having a Father had had on my son.

"Really?" He asked in shock.

I nodded my head. "At the time we werent together, and I didn't know you were actually his father, so I didn't say anything because I didn't want to scare you with it...and then I just forgot...I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

"Uh uh-" he shook his head, "-don't be sorry. It's exactly what I needed to hear now." He smiled down at me, then leaned in for a kiss...but he didn't break away, deepening the kiss. He lowered himself over me, lightly pressing his body against mine without squishing me.

"Is this why you stopped me?" I giggled into his lips as his hand started to run up and down my body. But instead of feeling the usual electricity over my skin from his touch, I felt a knot forming in my stomach. "Oh no..." I groaned as I pushed Kakashi back and ran for the bathroom.

This is my least favorite memory of being pregnant with Itatsu I thought as I hugged the toilet bowl from my morning sickness. Although nothing came up except dry heaves since I hadn't eaten yet.

"Are you okay?" Kakashi worried, following after me to make sure I was okay.

The dry heaving calmed down and I nodded my head in answer.

He knelt beside me, rubbing my back comfortingly. "Should you be going in today? Maybe you should just rest." He suggested.

I shook my head. "Not necessary." I dabbed my mouth with a towel, then turned to him with a smile. "Just morning sickness. And, if I let this keep me home, then I won't be going anywhere for quite a while." I tried to make a light joke of it, but he still looked at me worriedly. "I'm fine-" I grabbed his hand and laid it on my stomach, "-we're fine. I promise. But, we are going to be late if I don't start getting ready."