when i write the sasusaku 😭💞
But Sasuke-kun came back and slowly, achingly, lovingly — they grew close again, got together, and married.
She started to think about children again.
She asked him if he wanted any, knowing the possibility of a no and… being fine with that. Children wasn’t a number one thing in her life. It would be nice but not something she wanted so badly. She wanted to be with him, more than anything.
But he told her yes, quiet, in her room, like it was a word stuck in the back corner of his teeth. His hand holding hers in a tight grip.
They’re in the middle of their journey slash mission outside of Konoha now. It’s been around six months. The whole idea of children is later in Sakura’s child. Back at Konoha. Back where they’d be with their friends and family.
She doesn’t expect this at all.
“What,” Sakura says. She can hear sounds of the cicadas buzzing outside. She can see the doctor’s face. It feels all far away.
“You’re pregnant,” the doctor tells her again.
Sakura looks down, presses a hand over her stomach in a daze. Things happened, yes. They’ve gotten intimate but… they were always careful. Sakura knows it’s never a hundred percent but — she never thought it’d happen to them. It feels unreal.
She leaves the hospital and goes back to the inn, legs wobbly. Sasuke-kun is already back from the market. He pauses sorting through the groceries to turn to her.
“What’s wrong,” he asks, immediately.
Sakura’s face pinches further. She doesn’t know how to bring it up. She doesn’t know how he’d react. They hadn’t prepared for this. Sasuke-kun walks towards her and takes her hand as he pulls her into a embrace. She sinks into it. It’s comforting.
Lowly, right against her skin, he says, “What happened?”
He knows she went for a check up, feeling strangely under the weather lately. It’s always best to get a second opinion, even if you’re a medic yourself. They never thought it would be anything more than that.
She knows she’s needlessly worrying him. She needs to tell him but she doesn’t know how to bring it up.
Better to just rip off the bandaid, Sakura thinks.
She pulls away so she can see his face.
“I’m pregnant,” she tells him.
In the dim light of their room, Sasuke-kun’s face — she won’t ever forget that moment, Sakura tells herself.
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not to be an unhinged Capricorn of a writer, but I really love getting rejections. I'm taking up space as a writer! I'm getting feedback! often I get to know if I got to a second round or not, and if they actually want to see more of my work. sometimes they even suggest other markets to send the piece to that it might fit better!
I've never gotten a mean rejection—even when they're form responses, they are usually quite nice, and stress how many submissions the market or agency receives. and I understand that, but a lot of folks don't. just because you were rejected doesn't mean the reader didn't like the piece—because of how many submissions virtually every market and agency gets, there are dozens of reasons why they have to say no to things, even things they love.
and every personalized rejection I've gotten has actually made my day, because it is genuinely lovely to know that someone read my work and gave it enough thought and consideration to say something specific about it. because I get excited when anyone reads and thinks about something I've written! even if it's just one person!
like do I want the things to get accepted, yeah! cuz I like the pieces and I want other people to read them! but the disappointment of not having the thing published isn't personal, it's professional, and meanwhile I'm gaining a lot of insight into my writing just on statistics for getting a lot of rejections. I don't think that any given rejection is a reflection of me personally.
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