You And I Can't Do This

Waking

Naruto POV 🍥

Piercing my eyes open I lowly groaned, turning onto my side. Big mistake. The bright sunlight burned my retinas through my eyelids.

I covered my head with the sheets and two minutes later my siren-like alarm went off.

I dragged my body to the bathroom, used the toilet, washed my face, and brushed my teeth.

Remaining in my pajamas I head downstairs hearing the clinking of pots and pans. I step down the last step, craning my neck around the corner.

I couldn't contain my smile as I saw my mom scolding my dad for trying and failing in his attempt to help her with breakfast.

Smoke came out of the pan on the stove while the water in the other overflowed.

"Daddy?" I spoke softly, trying to hide my smile. He spins around with big bug eyes and sighs.

"Princess!" he smiles, holding his arms open for me. I gladly accept the invitation and move into my father's warm embrace.

"How did you sleep?" he asks, lining the crown of my head with kisses.

"Like a baby" I respond with a smile as my mom latches onto me from behind, covering my head in kisses.

"You are a baby..." My mom muses, brushing the messy blonde strands of hair from my eyes as I turn to face her.

"MOMMMMM" I reply playfully, relaxing against her hands on my scalp.

"OUR baby!" she continues, kissing the tip of my nose and returning to breakfast.

"Yes, now baby tell your mother how great of a cook I am..." Dad says the words are directed at me, but his eyes are steadily trained on the sway of Mom's hips as she returns to the kitchen.

I turn to him with a scoff and pinch his side before latching onto him once again.

"Dad is a great cook, Mom, I love his specialty...-" I began to rethink my defense after a glance at the smoking pan.

"Naruto, what did I say about lying to your father?" Mom scolds from the kitchen.

"...Charcoal." I finished. Upon closer inspection, the pan looks to have held severely flambeed scrambled eggs.

"My own child," my dad says in mock astonishment and a hand to his heart.

"That's my girl!" My mom coos from the kitchen.

"My own wife!" Dad calls.

I roll my eyes and head off to the pantry refrigerator to retrieve Kurama's breakfast.

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Sasuke POV 🍅

"Sakura..." I manage to growl out struggling to free my arm from under her.

"Huh? O-oh good morning, Sasuke-kun" my wife grumbled. "When did you wake up?"

"Fifteen minutes ago"

'Get the fuck off' I thought watching her cling to my side like a leech.

"Can you move?" I ask politely. I don't need Mom on my ass for 'disrespecting women.'

"Oh," she says, releasing me like she wasn't disrupting my circulation. After thirty minutes of cleaning and prepping for the day, I hear the sound of the toilet flushing.

'Thank Kami' Last night Sakura informed me of her newfound occupation at a Top-Of-The-Line Hospital. Not that I'm interested in such a thing, I'm pleased with the odd working hours though. No free time for her means no constant nagging and half-hearted lovemaking to suffer through.