Author's Note: Hello and welcome to my second Naruto fanfiction! For those who have read For the Love of Sasuke, this is the sequel! If you have not read For the Love of Sasuke, that is okay. You can probably catch on easily if you don't want to read the other story. If you want to read it you can just go to my profile or whatever and click it! Anyway, please enjoy and let me know what you think!

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Chapter 1 – Sakura's Chapter

Since I was born I was told I had one destiny- to marry Sasuke Uchiha and become an Uchiha. I was raised to love him and win his heart. After many, many years, I did marry him and have now had five children with him. In fact our sixth child is on the way. How much more of an Uchiha could I get?

I love my husband more than life but loving him was not always easy. In fact it was almost unbearable for many years. Most people would have given up after having their heart broken as much as I did. I got my love in the end. Even though process was so hard, it was precious to me. Still, I would never wish the pain I felt and the anxiety to fulfill the destiny my parents and his gave me on anyone, especially my children.

"Salad and Bolt are destined to be marry!" I heard my mother say as al were gathered for the first birthday party of my daughter Salad and my best friends/neighbors' son Bolt.

"Yes, they'll be just like Sasuke and Sakura," My mother-in-law squealed.

"How is that?" Bolt's Aunt Hanabi asked.

"Bolt and Salad were born on the same day at the exact same moment in the very same room! Just like Sasuke and Sakura! Salad and Bolt are destined!" My mother-in-law explained.

"It is so great to know our families will be one, you know!" Bolt's grandmother Kushina giggled with my mother and mother-in-law.

"No, Salad and my Inojin will be together! It is fate since Sakura and I are best friends!" My best friend and other neighbor Ino stated. The women bickered just as they had the day my sweet child was born. I frowned. I did not want my daughter to have the life I had had where she just had to go years waiting for a boy to return her affections even though he may not. I was lucky that my parents and his had been right about our future together but they couldn't be right a second time, could they? No. And I would not let anyone tell or raise Salad with the mindset that she could only love one person and that it was her destiny to be with him. She would be able to choose her own love and her destiny would not focus on him if she did not want it to.

"Please, stop with that nonsense. Salad and Bolt and Inojin should be free from your wishes. Let them grow and love who they want," I tried to convince the women.

"No!" They were stubborn. No matter what I said or tried, the women voiced their beliefs and tried to encourage the children when I was not present.

"Am I really to marry Bolt?" I remember my dear daughter asking me when she was four years old.

"Who told you that you will marry Bolt?" I asked her.

"Mi-baa-san and Me-baa-san," She looked so upset.

"Do you not want to marry Bolt?" I asked.

"No. He's mean!" She stated firmly.

"Then you don't have to marry him," I assured her.

"Do I have to marry Inojin then?" She asked.

"Who told you that you had to marry Inojin?"

"Ino-ba-san," She answered.

"Do you not want to marry him?"

"No. He's mean too! I never want to marry either!" She stated.

"Then you won't have to," I smiled.

"But Mi-baa-san, Me-baa-san and Ino-ba-san said that-"

"They don't decide your future, Salad. You do. You pick your husband, not them."

"So I can marry anyone I want!" She lit up.

"Yes!"

She smiled so sweetly.

"I want to marry Kaka-ji-san!" She proudly declared.

"Kaka-ji-san," I stifled a laugh.

"Yes! Or Itachi-ji-san!"

"But they are so old," I tried to get her not to pick one of them.

"They are nice to me!"

"They are but isn't there anyone else you'd want to marry?" I asked hoping for someone younger. She paused to think then smiled.

"Papa!"

"You can't marry Papa. Papa is Mama's," I reminded her. She pouted.

"Salad, maybe you should wait a bit before you pick out your husband," I suggested.

"Okay," She easily smiled and let it go. I was glad she liked men like the ones she mentioned and I hoped that she would never give into the wishes of those conniving women that I loved.

When Salad was thirteen the only boys she cared about were her brothers and Papa. I was glad they were her main focus instead of other boys. When I was her age I was obsessed with my beloved Sasuke-kun and that caused so many problems. It is good Salad is like her father in his youth in that he had a lack of desire in the romance department. No romance was good for my sweet daughter. And now that Sasuke-kun was retired from playing baseball and traveling, they could focus on spending more time together. Of course, the boys needed to spend time with their Papa as well! And I needed my own time with him too~

"Have a good day at school," I kissed each of the triplets, little Seiya and Salad as I handed them their lunches. Seiya was especially excited to be heading to preschool. The boys all raced to the front door as Salad followed behind slowly.

"I think some else needs a kiss," Sasuke-kun was leaning against the wall with a smirk. My husband was so cool!

"Sasuke-kun," I blushed like a school girl.

"Papa! Come on or we'll be late!" Shosuke called for Sasuke-kun before I could go to my husband.

"Yes. Yes, I'm coming," He sighed and walked pass me.

"Sasuke-kun," I pulled at his arm.

"Hm?" He looked back at me.

"What about the morning kiss?"

He smirked. He motioned for me to come towards him. I leaned up to kiss him.

Poke.

"Maybe next time," He winked and pulled his fingers away from my forehead. I pouted.

"I'll make up for it when I get back," He winked and left. He better make for it.

I watched as Sasuke-kun walked out with the children. I wish I had my camera. They were so cute. Seiya was in Sasuke-kun's arms while the triplets were a bit of way sin front of Sasuke-kun and Salad was right next to her father. It was all so sweet. I wondered how the little Uchiha in me was going to fit in the picture. I could not wait for the little prince or princess to be born.