The first time that Sasori had actually felt the child kicking against Deidara's stomach, it was a both chilling and exciting experience. The soft fluttering made Sasori jump about a foot in the air.

Deidara had laughed his head off at his shocked master. "It's fine." He said, leaning against back of the couch with a pleased smile on his face. "Just like you said last week. It's /normal/, un."

Sasori felt a grin break across his face for the first time in a week. "I know..." He scooted closer to his new lover and rested his hand on Deidara's stomach again. "You're right, I admit."

Deidara smirked, and laid his hand overtop Sasori's. "That's right, un." Sasori leaned forward to nuzzle Deidara's hair, smile softening.

The remainder of last week had been a fitful affair. Deidara had been, at first, naturally confused. Then again, so had Sasori. There was the confusion as to why he'd kissed Deidara in the first place, but slowly the things had fallen into place and he'd realized-

He had fallen in love with the bomb technician.

Deidara had been amazed at first but slowly came to realize his own feelings for Sasori.

"I wondered," He had said, "Why I'd been so eager to be around you... like... why it was you that I only wanted to cry with, un..."

Those words had penetrated deep. Sasori had been overjoyed to hear them, though.

In a way, the other members of the Akatsuki had grown almost accepting of this. Konan had squealed happily and Tobi had yelled, "AWWWWW," and then Kakuzu and Zetsu had laughed while Itachi and Kisame exchanged looks and Hidan had gone on a rant about heresey while Pein just rolled his eyes and said nothing.

Overall, it had generally annoyed Sasori to no end but he kept his mouth shut for fear of Pein exploding on him.

"Hey... Dei?" Sasori laced his fingers with the terrorist's, looking up at the blonde through his curtain of yellow.

"Hm?"

"Have you though about... names, at all? I mean... you're four months, right? So... have you given it any thought?"

Deidara was quiet, a flush creeping over his face. "Well..." He said quietly, looking at something across the room. "I've been thinking about a girl's name...can't decide on just one..." He trailed off, "I haven't thought about a boy's name though, un."

"Get thinking, then!"

The other was silent for a minute before sighing contentedly. "You know, Danna... I never thought I could be this happy. Not in my current situation, un."

Sasori felt his face flush, and he smiled lightly. "Oh?"

Deidara shook his head with an unaffirmative, "Nuh-uh. I never thought I'd end up with someone like you...Not when you used to despise me, un." He chuckled lightly. "I didn't have a name back then, remember?"

"Sure do, brat." Sasori smirked, and rested his head on Deidara's shoulder. "How could I forget?"

Deidara returned the smirk, his eyes half-lidded, but said nothing. Sasori sighed and closed his own eyes, feeling Deidara's thumb stroking overtop of his hand.

"Danna,"

"Hm?"

"If it's a boy, I want you to name it, un."

Sasori opened his eyes, and lifted his head to look at the other. "Are you sure?" He asked, frowning slightly. Deidara's face was calm, the smirk having disappeared to be replaced with an oddly serious look.

"Yes." Deidara said with a nod. "You promised you'd help me raise it, right? So, that... kind of makes you the father, un."

"So that makes you the mom?"

Deidara swatted Sasori upside the head with a chuckle. "I hate to admit," He laughed. "But you're right..." Deidara sighed depondantly. "I wish it would look like me. I don't want it to look like... that guy, un..."

Sasori winced slightly, and squeezed Deidara's hand. "I hope it doesn't either." He said quietly, swallowing hard. "I want it to look like you."

Deidara nodded. "Same here..." There was a pause between them, before Deidara spoke again. "So, now it's up to you to find a boy's name, okay, un?"

Sasori nodded, and looked up again. "Okay. I'll be thinking." He smiled, and craned his neck to kiss the blonde's neck while receiving a pleased shiver in return. "Well, what was /that/, Dei?"

Deidara shrugged, not making eye contact with Sasori.

"Huh?" Sasori teased, breathing heavily into Deidara's neck, his mouth inches from the skin. "What?" Taking a chance, he pressed his mouth to Deidara's neck again, grinding his teeth lightly against his collarbone and beginning to bite gently on the skin, earning a soft moan in return.

"Sasori..."

"What? Dei like that?" Sasori grinned into Deidara's neck. Deidara weakly nodded, his face flushed red.

"D-don't-" Deidara groaned, trying to pull away from Sasori and failing. "I want to be careful, un..."

Sasori frowned and lifted his head to look at Deidara. "Careful?"

"I don't want... anything to happen yet, un." Deidara still was refusing to look at Sasori.  

Sasori frowned deeper, unsure of what he was talking about. "Dei..." Then, it clicked. "Oh! Oh, god, Dei, I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything! Honestly, I wasn't expecting anything, I swear-"

Deidara smiled weakly. "It's okay, un." He said, glancing at Sasori. "Really..."

Sasori turned crimson and pressed his hands over his face. "I'm sorry..."

"Danna. Quit apologizing. I told you it's fine, un."

Deidara pried Sasori's hand away from his face, and laced his fingers with his. Sasori finally looked at the pretty blonde, who had an amused yet strained look on his face.

The two just looked at each other for a minute before Deidara leaned into kiss Sasori, who met him halfway.