Chapter 33: Boston

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It seemed like it took forever for Tsunade to get an appointment with Shizune for Naruto and Itachi. When she did, it was scheduled for the next week at two o'clock. While they waited for the time to pass, Tsunade would give Naruto daily advice for keeping healthy for both him and the baby's sake. He didn't take it to well, especially the day before the appointment.

"What!" Naruto yelled, glaring at his phone and scaring Ichijo from her nap that was on Itachi's shoulders.

Everyone that was in the room looked over at the wide-eyed blond who was staring at his orange phone. Finally Itachi was the one to speak up, "what's the matter?"

"I-I have to eat green vegetables. I don't like them . . . they taste disgusting." Naruto complained as he bowed his head, showing his Uchiha lover the text his grandmother sent him. Even thinking about the food that he hated brought shivers up his spine.

"It's for the baby. Think of that." Itachi suggested, moving his hand over to where his or Sasuke's son or daughter was growing with each day. Looking at the pants bound skin, he smiled. "It's worth a try or something might happen to the baby."

Naruto nodded even if he hated the news that his relative told him. Pouting, he texted his reply to her only wishing that his elder wasn't a doctor at one time. Shivering again, he scooted closer to the ebony haired man who was watching the sports channel for scores that Minato was wanting to see since he was working with Jiraiya.

"Tell your father that the Rockets won by one point against the Jaguars." Itachi said, seeing the scores that were needed. Glancing down at his lover's hands, he nodded and reached over, grabbing his feline companion from his shoulders. Holding her in the air, she meowed in protest for the interruption of her nap. "Sorry Ichijo but I have to start dinner."

She glared at him as he put her down on Naruto's lap. She was going to get him, she always does.

Leaning over, Itachi surprised the Uzumaki with a kiss. As he pulled away, the Uchiha smiled. "I love you if you don't know that already."

"I hope you know that I love you too." Naruto replied with a smile coming across his face.

Itachi walked into the kitchen where he had a package of meat thawing out in the refrigerator so he could make beef with rice with a side of green beans for Naruto and their child's sake. He was excited about the appointment tomorrow since it was the answer for his questions. All the questions that haunted him were going to be answering by the family friend.

Before he started to mess with the meat, he reached over and turned on the radio that his parents bought him for Christmas one year. It still worked since the time he got it when he was ten. Smiling, he cut open the plastic after retrieving the object from the fridge, putting it on the skillet to brown.

"Does green beans sound good enough?" Itachi asked, poking his head out the door of the dining room.

"Fine." Naruto complained slightly at the mentioning of the word green. He fell to his side and held himself, feeling his body shake with the word in his mind. If it meant eating his enemy then he doesn't want to get pregnant again. He'll have it surgically removed so he didn't have to worry about the problem.

Smirking with a chuckle escaping his closed lips, Itachi went back to cooking the meat with him reaching into the cabinet for two cans of green beans. Putting that on the stove in the back, he put a little butter on it so it didn't taste as bad for the blond lover. Closing the door and making sure that Ichijo or Kyuubi didn't got in, he strolled back into the room where his lover was. "Maybe next year we should put out a garden."

"As long as you don't mean the enemy I'm fine with it. Corn, tomatoes, potatoes, the other foods that don't have that color I'm fine with." Naruto groaned. He knew he had to look after his child but this Uzumaki hated the taste and sound of green vegetables. Always did. He wasn't like the normal kids that would eat them. He would fight his parents when it came to them.

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