Holding their daughter close to her, rubbing her back gently as the child nuzzled into her neck with one hand, while the other reached out to ruffle the hair of their youngest child Neji— speaking softly and calmly at her beloved youngest son, “Quiet my dear, we don’t want to deafen Daddy right?”
"That sounds like a strange dream. It would explain why you were so fretful while you slept last night though." starting to bounce their child on her knee very gently, kissing the girl’s temple very gently. Gaara looked over at her beloved husband— seafoam eyes meeting onyx ones. "And I don’t think we need to buy any. I’ve got a few just in the medicine cabinet just in case. I’ll check in a few minutes." there was a slight pause, "If it comes out positive I do believe we’ll have to start planning some things out won’t we?"
That last statement left him breathless. He found incredibly weird how still he seemed not to get used at the idea of becoming again, for the third time, a father. The hypotesis made his intestines churn in fear.
He truly adored their children, and he always had many fantasies about a very large family built with the woman of his life, facing together difficulties and troubles, in sickness and in health.
But Gaara also was a businesswoman, head of a very big and important company, the destiny of many other lives or families were on her hands. Furhermore, a woman in command was still a taboo in Japan, especially if said woman had an unemployed nobody as husband.
Another child? Lee and his semen were so going to ruin her!
“Sort…things out? Well…” he nervously chuckled, Neji adventuring off of his lap to reach his mother.
“…I am pretty sure you simply ate something weird, I still am not a great cook, afterall. But of course you can give a check, just it is a bit too early to jump in conclusions…ne, Gaara?” he inquired her, sounding subtly desperate. He felt so, so sorry for meddling with his precious person’s carreer.