𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙐𝙕𝙐𝙈𝘼𝙆𝙄 𝙁𝘼𝙈𝙄𝙇𝙔

Part 1

It was a peaceful morning at the Uzumaki household. The sun was barely up, and Sarada Uzumaki, now the Hokage and married to Boruto, was in the kitchen helping Hinata prepare breakfast. Despite her busy schedule, Sarada always made time to help in the mornings. Hinata often praised Sarada for being such a perfect cook and homemaker, even though she was the busiest woman in Konoha.

Sarada, wearing a simple apron over her Hokage cloak, was quietly flipping pancakes when she suddenly heard footsteps behind her. She knew who it was before even turning around.

“Good morning, my love,” Boruto’s voice came from behind, filled with teasing affection. He wrapped his arms around her waist, nuzzling her neck.

“B-Boruto,” Sarada stammered, her calm composure slipping as her cheeks turned red. She glanced at Hinata, who smiled warmly but didn’t seem fazed at all.

“Oh, don’t be shy, my lady,” Boruto whispered in her ear, making her even more flustered. “You’re the Hokage, after all.”

“Boruto, I’m cooking!” Sarada tried to keep her voice steady, but the blush on her face betrayed her. “Y-You’re embarrassing me.”

“Oh, but you look so cute when you’re embarrassed, princess,” he chuckled, tightening his hold on her waist. “Look at that blush! It never gets old.”

Sarada’s face turned an even deeper shade of red, and she couldn’t find the words to respond. She was used to being calm, composed, and in control as the Hokage. But Boruto had a special talent for turning her into a blushing mess, especially in front of his family.

“Boruto!” Himawari’s voice came from the doorway, laughter in her tone. “Stop teasing Sarada-nee! You’re going to make her burn the pancakes!”

Sarada, still blushing, shot Boruto a grateful look for the distraction. But Boruto wasn’t done yet.

“What can I say, Hima?” Boruto grinned mischievously, still holding onto Sarada. “I can’t help myself. She’s just too cute.”

“Boruto!” Sarada finally managed to turn and face him, her eyes wide and cheeks still flushed. “Not in front of your mom and sister!”

“Oh, come on, love. Mom doesn’t mind, right?” Boruto asked, glancing over at Hinata, who smiled softly but stayed focused on her cooking.

Hinata giggled gently. “It’s nice to see you two so happy,” she said. “But maybe let Sarada finish the pancakes before you make her blush any more, Boruto.”

“See? Even Mom’s on my side,” Boruto smirked, pressing a kiss to Sarada’s forehead. “But fine, I’ll let you finish, love.”

Sarada, still flustered, gave him a small glare but it held no real anger. It was impossible to stay mad at him when he looked at her like that.

Himawari grinned from the kitchen doorway, watching the whole scene unfold. “You’re so whipped, Onichan,” she teased. “And Sarada-nee, you’re way too adorable when you’re embarrassed.”

“Not you too, Himawari!” Sarada exclaimed, covering her face with her hands, unable to stop the blush.

Boruto burst out laughing. “See, Hima? She’s adorable, right?”

“You guys are the worst,” Sarada muttered through her fingers, her face now a permanent shade of red. But despite her embarrassment, there was a small smile playing on her lips.

Hinata gently placed the last of the breakfast on the table, turning to them. “Come on, you two. Breakfast is ready. And Sarada, thank you for your help.”

Sarada sighed in relief, grateful for the chance to sit down and let her blush fade. But Boruto wasn’t done teasing her yet. As they sat at the table, he reached out, taking her hand under the table and giving it a playful squeeze.

“You know,” he whispered in her ear again, “I think we need to have a proper honeymoon soon, my lady. Just the two of us.”

Sarada’s eyes widened in shock, her face heating up once more. She choked on her tea, causing both Boruto and Himawari to burst out laughing.

“I can’t take you anywhere,” she muttered, her voice low but affectionate.

Boruto leaned in close, his voice full of mischief. “That’s because you can’t resist me, princess.”

Sarada sighed, still blushing but unable to hide her smile. Boruto always knew exactly how to get under her skin, but she couldn’t deny how much she loved him for it.

Just then, Naruto walked into the room, smiling at the sight of his son and daughter-in-law. “Good morning, everyone. What’s all the laughter about?”

“Oh, nothing, Dad,” Boruto said innocently. “Just making my wife blush, as usual.”

Sarada groaned, burying her face in her hands again as everyone laughed at her expense. Despite being the strongest Hokage, Sarada always found herself feeling flustered and out of her element in the Uzumaki household.

But as she glanced at Boruto, her heart swelled with affection. He may tease her endlessly, but she wouldn’t trade these moments for anything. It was these small, playful exchanges that made her feel like she was truly home.