LUNCHBOX (ONE-SHOT)

LUNCHBOX

He was always the first one to get up in his sleep,always waking up crushed at his wife's delicate yet toned shoulders and arms,sometimes he wondered if his wife knows her super strength that was starting to overwhelm him...in a good way.

If he saw that it was still too early for him but usually he gets up at that time,he would always choose to cuddle still to her sleepy wife.Only to wake up alone when she gets up.

Morning chatters and as always his wife hummed the tone he was used to hearing in dailymotion but he likes it,it just felt so welcoming to him,its a like a trademark to his heart that he wasn't alone.Anymore.

Adding with her daughters greetings,he also nodded in 'goodmorning',while sipping the coffee his wife made for him,he and Sarada would talk about training stuff or some sporadic questions,and he would gladly tend to her daughters chat.

He always catch a tone in his daughters voice about how much she complained about that dobe's son.He silently grunt in unsurprisingly manner.That boy had been bombarding him about being his sensei.

In their peaceful breakfast,and a conversation running that ofcourse was lead by his beloved wife,since he doesn't have any missions yet,and he took a day off,shutting off the Dobe hokage's pleas.

He notice that his daughter loves to take a little time looking at herself in the mirror,before beaming at her parents and wave at them in goodbye to the academy.

Sakura chuckled when he opened up that issue to her.

"Oh dear,Sarada is a girl.Girls do have insecurities but eventually I know they will get used to accepting themselves.I know it because,I've been there..."His wife trailed off and he watches her back while she washes the dishes.

Even if she didn't finished her words,he knows what she meant.Those days were it was tough,and so it seems.He sometimes would notice Sakura in their genin days,she out of nowhere would pull out a small mirror while secretly covering a little strands of hair in her forehead.

He finds it ridiculous and foolish,if she were to be a ninja,who cares about looks,and he would find her inconsiderable,knowing she was also an annoying fan.He pictures her as the same stereotypical girl.He was sexist,he knows.

But had he blurted it out to his wife right now,he would be pummel to the ground deep enough to reach his brother's and families grave.

And the years had passed,he changed. Those thoughts was a part of his sinful acts,his judgement insignificant and he is irking on forgetting what he did.

Sneaking a hand to her waist,he listens to his wife's alluring and sweet giggles,he cant help but feel warm.Snuggling at her neck,sniffing her cherry aroma.He gave her a little squeeze in her breast,earning a shriek from her.

"You're beautiful,wife.Whoever disagrees,I'll cut their tounge off"and as usual,she cackled at his possessiveness.

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He noticed at his wife whenever she hurries practically running outside from their house to the hospital,she tend to forget her lunch box.

It didn't happened once but thrice.Its all up to him to really gave her a warning about starving herself in her work.

He noticed she likes to tuck a strands of hair behind her ears if she did something wrong to him,and he narrowed his eyes at her figure.

He noticed she love to buy a stock of conditioner in their bathroom.She loves bubble bath and she loves to shut him off whenever he tried to sneak in.

Whenever she lies,she stump her foot.When she's in pain,she pinch him.When she's worried,she tends to clean everything in the house even though everything was glistening in dirt-free zone.

He noticed when his wife and daughter will forget to add tomatoes in their dinner or any meal,he would always glance at the calendar in the living room.Gulping when he realize it was again...that time of month.

It was a little weird for him to walk in the grocery store,list in his hands while  looking up at the forbidden section of sanitary pads in all colors.He would glare at the people who would take a glance at his lone figure.When he didn't had the choice since he had no idea what type of...pads his girls wants.He uncarely swipes everything he saw that was suitable.

But before he can even go out from the store with a bags full of the pads,a thought still clouded on his mind.

Why the hell does this things have wings?

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He loves his wife's moan,his wife's body,his wife's voice,his wife's strength, his wife's beauty.In short he loved his wife fully more than anything.

In the middle of the night,he nudge her into his hormones.Not feeling sorry if he had disturb her sleeping form.

Whenever they make love,Sakura loves to put a pillow behind her back.When he had ask her,a glare was his answer.

And now,he loves this time,the way they both struggled on maintaining their moans and groans in silent,clearly and carefully not being loud enough to their daughter to hear.

Her whimpers was a music to his ears,their moans was controlled.But the criek of their bed gave away their obvious coupling.

Since he had a great stamina that sometimes for Sakura was a blessing and sometimes an annoyance.He tire her up until she had fainted.Muttering his sorry,he also laid back to sleep.

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Their daughter had gave them a sneer,and his wife was obviously affected while he stayed calm.Not bothering the thought that their daughter had heard them.

Sarada ignores them and once again,he noticed that like her mother,she tend to forgot her lunchbox.And the responsibility was on him.Going to the academy to gave it to his waiting daughter and giving her a small talk about this behaviour.

And ofcourse he didn't walk out from the academy without the dobe's son following him with his intention of training under his care.

Sasuke snorted.

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His wife and daughter once again forgot their lunchbox and the Uchiha patriarch pinch his nose,before storming off to lend their lunch back.

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He had enough,Sakura and Sarada was surprised when Sasuke stood up in their breakfast to take care of their lunchboxes,wrapping it in a Uchiha cloth before walking away up to their bags.Putting it deep enough to be buried under their belongings inside the bag before closing it.

Without a glance,Sasuke silently came back from the table to sip on his coffee.Ignoring his wife and daughter's questioning look,until the point struck to the two.

Sakura and Sarada giggled.

"Hn,Annoying"a small smile forms on his thin lips.

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