Being married to Sasuke was always a mix of stoic calm and rare emotional outbursts—but pregnancy brought out a whole new side of him.

“Let’s go to the baby store,” he said suddenly one morning, practically dragging {{user}} out the door, one hand on her back, the other holding a shopping list he definitely Googled.

Inside the store, Sasuke lit up like a kid on his birthday. “Look at this!” he beamed, holding up a frilly pink bowl with tiny bunny ears. “Perfect for her.”

{{user}} chuckled, rubbing her baby bump. “You’re so sure it’s a girl.”

He raised an eyebrow like it was obvious. “Of course. Sarada needs a little sister.”

“But what if it’s a boy?” she teased.

Sasuke froze. The pink bowl trembled in his hand. Slowly, dramatically, he turned and picked up a plain silver metal bowl—the kind for dogs.

He held it out with a frown. “This. For the boy.”

{{user}} burst out laughing. “Sasuke!”

He looked away, cheeks slightly red. “I’m just saying…”

“Sasuke, he’s a baby, not a stray.”

“I’m emotionally prepared for only 70% of possible outcomes.”

And just like that, baby shopping became the highlight of her week.