Chapter 8

                                    

                                          
Sakura awoke, a bowl of steaming hot porridge by her bedside. "Hmm?"
The last thing she remembered... She was with Tsunade... And then... "Sarada!"
Forsaking the porridge, she tried to get up, getting to the hospital at the top of her priority list. But the moment she stood up, she blacked out. 
"...I guess I should eat this..."
It seemed edible, and even smelled good. But it wasn't made by Sarada... And Boruto... Could he cook? Then Mitsuki? Highly unlikely.
Instead of analyzing the contents of the dish, she simply took the metal spoon and began shoveling spoonfulls into her mouth. Whoever made it, it was delicious. 
Moments later, she had a full stomach and her energy was mostly recovered. "Time to head to the hospital."
A few people greeted her on the way, not used to seeing her out at this time of the afternoon. As much as she was in a hurry, she also wanted to take the time to receive the thanks of the villagers, despite her recent traumatic encounter. 
When she arrived at her workplace, there were already several sick patients awaiting her. But she kindly informed them she would be with them momentarily and made her way towards her daughter's room. 
On the way, she passed Tsunade, studying in the hallway. "Master! Have you found a cure?" 
"Actually, we did. Boruto and Mitsuki just--"
Before Tsunade could get the rest of the words out of her mouth, Sakura was making a beeline for her daughter's hospital room. On the way, she passed Shikadai.
Rather than greeting her, it seemed like he was trying to get her attention. But he ignored Shikamaru and Temari's kid and proceeded to throw open the door.
"Sarad...a?"
The sight she was met with caused her face to turn several shades of red. "Sorry for interrupting." 
She shut the door.
Wait. Blonde hair. Black jacket. Boruto?!?!
Throwing the door back open, chakra surrounding her fist, she marched into the room. "What are you doing with my daughter?!"
Boruto was already standing, his hair a mess, sticking out of his headband in every which way. Likely the handiwork of her own daughter. "Ah... Well, ya see..." He awkwardly cleared his throat. "I found the antidote."
"Mama, I can explain..."
"You'd better explain or I'm going to shannaro this boy across the horizon."
Boruto put his hands up, backing away from Sarada's bedside, and straightening his t-shirt. "Have you read Snow White? You know, the one where the girl eats a poisoned apple, and there's dwarves, and... so on and so forth?"
Sakura narrowed her eyes. "I didn't ask for an explanation from you."
"Mama!"
She huffed. "Fine. Yes. I know Snow White... Wait... Are you saying..."
Sarada nodded her head. "Boruto woke me up."
"And then, ya know, I may have--"
"Not another word out of you." Sakura's glare threatened to end him where he stood. 
"Yes ma'am." 
"So... Let me get this straight... The antidote was..."
Both her kid and Naruto's kid blushed and averted their eyes. Compared to the scene they had going on before, it was surprising that they felt such embarrassment over a single word. At least, to Sakura it was. 
She sighed. "Alright. I get it. But you are coming with me mister. I'm going to educate you on self-control."
"Mama!"
"Quiet Sarada."
"It was my fault... I told him he could."
"But I was the one that asked," retorted Boruto, not wanting her to get in trouble. 
Sarada quickly averted her gaze, her face turning redder. "Anyways... Don't do anything annoying."
"...Fine. I'm going to examine you to make sure there aren't any traces of poison remaining... Boruto. Make yourself scarce."
He smiled. "Roger."
. . .
Walking down the hallway like the world was his, Boruto bumped into Shikadai. "Yo!"
"Someone's happy," Shikadai teased, looking forward to hearing the aftermath of his plan. "So? Did she wake up?"
"Yup!"
"And?"
"Shikadai, you know those books that Kakashi reads all the time?"
Shikadai flinched. His cheeks pinkened. "You mean... Make-out paradise? Boruto... You haven't read the contents of that book, have you?"
He shook his head. "Nope. But I think I at least know what the title means now." 
"...I see," he said, a smirk stretching across his face. "So, what are you doing here?"
"Welllll.... Sakura may or may not have interrupted and kicked me out." 
"DUDE! HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?!" 
He smiled the smile of a lovestruck teenager. "Because Sarada doesn't hate me." 
"Ha... I guess the only one who can stop a monster is another monster... what a pain."
"It wouldn't have been possible without you. Thanks man, I owe you one."
"Don't mention it... Although, if you see any annoying girls loitering around me, do me a favor and have Sarada chase 'em off. Girls are such a drag..." 
Boruto smiled, putting his thumb up in a nice guy pose. "You got it." 
.  .  .
The next day, the evil lady was discovered by Ino's sensory team and apprehended. It seemed she had been using one of Orochimaru's old hideouts as a base. Sakura was mortified by the amount of Sasuke pictures hiding in every possible place, and burnt the whole thing to the ground without anyone else's permission.
Things stayed happy in the village. Cho-Cho got her fill on gossip from Sarada every week, filling her in on all of the details of her and Boruto's relationship, which consisted of him making her angry with something, getting her to chase him, and then turning it into a sweet moment once they were away from everyone else. 
And the two in question lived happily ever after. After, of course, nearly getting murdered by Sasuke.