He has a family.

Ever since niisan was ordered by the village to massacre his clan, ever since he watched his clan get murdered multiple times through niisan's Tsukuyomi, ever since that night, all Sasuke has wanted was a family.

He hid his desire to have a family and suppressed it. It festered, it grew, but he ignored it. No time to want a family, not when you have to avenge the one you lost. His revenge partially was to distract his thirst for a family, the hunger of wanting a hug from his mother, the hollowness of his soul knowing he would never gain his father's acknowledgment, the pain in his heart knowing that he will never again feel his brother's warm, loving, kind fingers poking his forehead.

Itachi.

Sarada would have loved him.

His niisan, the one he swore to kill. When niisan died, Sasuke's bottled emotions, his need for a family had been released. Years of depression, years of mental strain, years of trauma.

It streamed down his face in salty tears. It streamed down his face in warm blood. It showed when his eyes went from Sharingan to Mangekyo Sharingan.

Yes, he will never recover from that. He is no longer the boisterous eight-year-old who wanted his father's acknowledgment and attention from his niisan. He is a thirty-two-year-old man who has been through hell and back, with a family of his own.

His loving wife, a wife he doesn't deserve.

His beautiful daughter, a daughter he missed growing up.

He left to erase as much of Kaguya as he could. When he came back to the village, Naruto was Hokage, Sarada has glasses and Sakura had grown more beautiful. His precious people. He had missed so many important milestones in their lives, all for their safety.

Ah, but there is no need to dwell on the past.

Right now, as he watches his daughter in her chunin exams, he can't help but clench his sword tighter when the Suna nin cuts her shoulder and her thigh, he can't help but be proud when she discovers that there was something amiss during the match, he can't help but smile softly as she uses the trademark jutsu of the Uchiha Clan, one that marks her as an adult in the eyes of the clan.

Sarada's intellect, Sarada's eyes, certain aspects of her personality all remind him of his loving wife.

Sasuke turns his head towards his wife and watches her. The way she cheered for their daughter as she won, the passion put into her smiles, her pride as Sarada won...

Sasuke found himself falling in love with Sakura all over again.

His red eyes strained to remember every moment of his daughter's matches, could the first one even be called that. His surge of pride as his daughter won her first match in three seconds was controlled as he simply grunted. She's his and Sakura's daughter, she wouldn't lose to someone from Kumo.

Sasuke leaves the dark corner he was in and goes back to work. It won't do it itself.

It's late.

Later than normal when Sasuke comes home.

He puts his cloak on the coat hanger with practiced ease and walks to his kitchen. He is absolutely drained, not that he would ever admit that.

His soft "I'm home," is returned with a gentle "Sasuke-kun, welcome back!" He greets his wife in the doorway to the dining room, his eyebrow raised as his eyes met his daughter's sleeping form resting on Sakura's back.

Sakura notices where Sasuke's eyes rest and sighs.

"That girl... I told you come home when she is asleep and she tried to stay up to wait for you," Sakura whispers.

"Ah."

"She's too much like you, Sasuke-kun. Next thing you know, she'll have Rinnegan and will be chasing people down with a chidori in her hands."

Sakura continues to talk, while Sasuke tunes out of the conversation. Instead, Sasuke takes Sarada from Sakura's back and forces her to stand.

"You have a long way to go before you can even think of fooling me into believing you are asleep, Sarada."

Sarada (pouts) scowls and trudges up the stairs.

Sasuke turns to his wife, her soft face and red lips aiding her alluring voice in wooing him. Her red lips look inviting, he thinks as he leans in.

"Oi, Sasuke-kun, were you even- hmpf!"

Sakura blushes. Her face heats up more and more as Sasuke's arms go lower and lower until they're gently placed on her waist. As soon as Sakura starts to kiss back, he steps away and pokes her forehead.

"Maybe next time," he whispers, Sakura's hands tenderly brushing against her lips and her forehead.

Sasuke smirks as he faces his back towards his loving wife, his coal black eyes meeting a pair of red ones.

Sarada smiles at her Papa and nearly silently walks to her bedroom.

Sasuke smiles a smile that is almost invisible. His wife, his daughter.

His family.