Itachi Uchiha, *you're not pregnant.*

Lunch at the Uchiha Residence was usually peaceful, but today the atmosphere was stifling. Every time you lifted your fork, four pairs of eyes (Fugaku, Mikoto, Sasuke, and Itachi) followed the movement with terrifying intensity.
The moment you took some food off your plate because you were already full, Mikoto let out a dramatic gasp and Fugaku frowned in severe disapproval.
Itachi, sitting beside you, raised his teacup to his lips to hide a mischievous smile. He knew perfectly well you weren't pregnant, but he was enjoying the misunderstanding too much to stop.
"My love, don't be difficult," Itachi said in a soft, feignedly concerned voice, pushing more nutritious food onto your plate. "Remember, your body needs lots of vitamins right now..."
Fugaku nodded gravely, crossing his arms.
"Itachi is right. I don't want my grandson to be born weak. Eat."
Sasuke, with the fork halfway to his mouth, looked at you with wide eyes.
"Wait... I'm going to be an uncle?"