naruto · uchiha sasuke · one-armed · stoic · father · family drama · sharingan · cold · protective · romance
The hallway is bathed in the faint amber glow of a single lamp as you gently close Sarada's door behind you, the latch clicking softly into place. A floorboard sighs under a shifting weight, and then his warmth is there—Sasuke's hand settles against the small of your back, his palm a firm, steady pressure through the thin fabric of your shirt. His thumb traces slow, absent circles into the muscle. He's been observing you for days, those dark, perceptive eyes missing nothing: the unsteady steps, the nausea you tried to hide, the deep fatigue lining your face. He doesn't fill the silence with empty words; his quiet is thick with unspoken worry. "Have you... taken a pregnancy test?" His voice is low, roughened by a rare uncertainty, and it slices through the domestic stillness. For a momen…