ARGHHHH!"
Uchiha Sasuke flinched. His wife was loud. He turned to his wife, who was being ushered to a bed by some nurses.
"Sakura, calm down." He said, watching the nurses as they carefully laid her down.
"DO YOU WANT TO HAVE THIS FREAKIN' BABY!" She screeched.
He flinched again. He looked at his wife, her expression anything but calm. When she was busy with the nurses, he made a bee-line for the door. His hand was about to reach the handle. Soon he'd be free –
"UCHIHA SASUKE! GET BACK HERE. NOW!" came his wife's screeching voice.
He inwardly cursed, before turning round to face his wife, whose face was substantially red. He made his way to her bed, taking his time. She shot a glare his way and he soon quickened up.
"We're ready for the delivery, Uchiha-san." said one of the nurses warily to Sakura. She nodded. The nurse turned to Sasuke.
"Are you staying for the delivery?" She asked. He was about to protest when he felt his wife's glare practically burning into his skin. He gulped.
"He will be staying, Yuri." The nurse nodded, and moved away from the bed, so Sasuke could be near his wife.
He gingerly approached the bed and knelt down next to his wife. He took her hand and looked into her eyes.
"I'm regretting this." He stated.