Sasuke sighed, setting the groceries on the counter then putting them away where she liked them to be. It was her kitchen. Everything in her reach, things they didn't use much, were put where he could get it if she asked, or she would crawl up on the damn counter.
He bought their usual stalking, though he realized on the way home that most of these ingredients were for things he couldn't cook. Maybe she could tell him how she did it, and he could botch it out. He missed her cooking. He hadn't eaten much more than taking out and pre-packaged convenience food for nearly a month.
He missed all the little things she did when she was away, but he would trade them all for her just being here and alive, remembering him or not. Her self-esteem was never high, and she probably didn't know how highly he held her before. He would have to make sure she knew. He couldn't watch her go on, not knowing how much she was cared for.
He had cried in front of her already, completely broke down. He had before, but she didn't remember that. She had taken it well, and it seemed to make her feel better. He had been guarded since she woke up. He would have to fight the feeling to shut her out to protect her. She always told him she hated it when he did that.
She had turned red at his teasing. She didn't shut down or reject him. She just got embarrassed. She was always so cute.
Everything in its place, he started tea and placed one of her favorite pastries on a plate. It was pre-packaged, but something to make her feel better and add some sugar to her system.
He looked around the dust-layered house and noted what she liked clean before going to their room.
Still their room.
He leaned over her. She managed to look even calmer in her sleep. He resisted the urge to kiss her temple to wake her. She no longer gave him that kind of permission. He would have to earn it again. He rested a hand on her shoulder, and she woke instantly, always the light sleeper.
"Hmm?" She asked. He could see the full range of confusion to understanding run through her eyes before she settled on him and rubbed her eyes. "How was your errand?" She asked as he had her sit up.
"Only stopped by everyone and insulted twice." He joked dryly.
"That's horrible." She looked up in slight horror.
"I was joking, sorry." He mumbled.
Hinata shrunk into herself. He offered her his hand, and she took it. She did it without thinking. Was she remembering, or was his trust making her trust him?
He tossed her arm over his shoulder, easily lifting her. He took a brief look at the wheelchair but proceeded out the door setting her in a chair at the counter. The Hinata he knew didn't like feeling like she couldn't do a thing for herself, and that chair wouldn't help. She never refused a helping hand, though.
He rounded the counter and leaned on it, and huffed.
She picked up the tea-sipping on it before she noticed the pastry. "Cinnamon roll?" She asked, seeming surprised.
"Your favorite." He noted. "I like your recipe better."
"Am I allowed to eat it?" She wondered.
"You need to increase sugar, sodium, and calories. Tell me a better way." He smiled at her.
She smiled shyly at him as she picked it up. He loved that smile. The smile she tried to hide because she thought her joy was in some way unwarranted or shameful. It made him want to give her the world.
She licked her fingers to clear the cream, and he turned his eyes away. Not the time to be turned on by your wife that doesn't remember sleeping with you.
