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Itachi x Fem Reader- Our baby, Our child

Itachi x Fem Reader! AU!

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You honestly had no idea as to what to think right now.

You blinked, staring down at the positive pregnancy test in your hand as your brain seemed to slow, being dragged down by unknown forces till it shuddered to an eventual, painfully slow halt. You felt empty, as though your emotions were just not functioning right now.

And then it all came flooding in, the realisation as to what this meant, the myraid of emotions and thoughts that pounced at once, all mixing and combining into a single phrase that pretty much summmed it all up.

Holy shit.

Holy shit. Pregnant. Your pregnant.

Holy. shit. THERE IS A FREAKING CHILD INSIDE OF YOU RIGHT NOW! 

Oh god, what now. What does this mean? Are you going to have to tell Itachi? Of course you are, stupid question.

Will he be happy? Is he going to want a child? Are you even going to be able to tell what he is thinking behind that goddamned Uchiha pokerface of his that is so fucking infuriating to try and read at times and honestly, you love him but it took all your self control not to try and rip his face of just so you could tell what was so important that he had to hide behind it? You really didn't have the patience to deal with that right now.

You sighed, walking from the bathroom, your heart heavy as you made your way to the kitchen, where he was sitting, a cup of tea in front of him and another on the table in front of the seat opposite to him, laid out for you, leaving a warm feeling in your heart. You slipped silently into the seat, the pregancy test clenched in your fist as you swallowed slightly, before speaking, your words as strong and unwavering as you could muster:

"I'm pregnant."

He paused, his cup partway to his mouth and stared, his face blank as his eyes studied you, causing you to bite your lip at the sudden inability to read him as he stared.

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And stared.

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And stared.

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Why the hell isn't he saying anything? What the hell is running through his mind right now?

Your patience was running very thin after several moments of him just staring, your hand twitching slightly at the sudden urge to leap over the table and pull his hair very hard just to elicit a reaction from him. For crying out loud, say something- anything goddammit. Don't just stare.

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Fuck it. Your patience snapped, causing you to hurl the test at his face, slightly hopeful that it would knock him back from whatever the hell he is thinking right now. To your dissapointment, he merely moved his head slightly, avoiding the oncoming missile, before catching it in one hand with little effort, placing it on the table gently. He stood, his face still blank (much to your annoyance) before he mad his way around the table to you. You gnawed at your lower lip, apprehensive of what he was going to do, only to jolt in surprise as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug, a smile on his face as he said: