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"Welcome home, my dearest Sasuke-kun!"

He lifted a brow. Seeing his wife with her enthusiastic greeting was not a rare sight. However, an overly enthusiastic greeting was. Trust him to know the difference between the two, having been married to Sakura for almost 2 years now, having dated her for more or less 5, and knowing her since they were 12. For starters, where did the "my dearest" came from, really?

Shrugging it off and thinking it was probably just because of hormones, Sasuke chose to ignore it.

"How was the mission briefing, Sasuke-kun? Is it S-ranked? Oh, I bet it's S-ranked! Because you're the greatest shinobi in Konoha! No.. Not in Konoha, but in the whole Fire Country!"

Anything she said after that, he chose to tune out. Truthfully, he should have been used to Sakura's.. hyperactivity. But this was a whole new level of high, even for his wife.

The Uchiha didn't want to admit it, but he was kind of freaked out at this new profound level of high. Because Uchihas did not freak out. It should be impossible to even use "Uchiha" and "freak out" in the same sentence, in the first place.

He placed his hands firmly on her shoulders to stop her from jumping up and down, just for precautionary measures.

"How about some dinner, Sakura?"

Immediately, she stopped her jumping and her mouth formed an O, like she only realized that it was time to eat, even if it was already 9 in the evening. "O-of course! I know you're going to be happy, Sasuke-kun, since I made your favorite." She beamed at him. "Tomato soup!"

His eyebrows furrowed. Alright, that did it.

"Is there anything you're not telling me?"

As soon as he spoke those words, he practically felt her freeze on the spot. All too suddenly, her emerald eyes began to water. "Why.. Why would you even suggest a thing? Here I am, trying to be.. the perfect wife for you, cooking your favorite dish, and then you accuse me of hiding things from you?"

Sniff.

Pft. Damn those hormones.

"I did no such thing. I was only asking if there's something you're not telling me."

Sakura bowed her head, trying her best not to meet his eyes. Fidgeting, she whispered a small maybe.

Hn. With a sigh and a pinch to the bridge of his nose, he moved towards her and placed a small peck on her forehead, making her lips curve upward. He steered her towards the kitchen, muttering something along the lines of I'm hungry.

Because, really, even if she gagged at even the sight and smell of tomatoes because of her delicate condition, she could still make some good soup.

Finding out what she did that could anger him, or she thought could anger him, could wait. For now, he was starving.

Written around 4am. So yeah. I've been having a hard time writing stuff with the length I want them to have. Sadly, this is the best I could do just to fulfill the need to write. So this should be, kind of like, a collection of random scenes that's been bugging me to be written, the random plot bunnies, but never got the chance to make it as a one-shot.

And trust me, there's a lot of bunnies in my head for a while now. So.. yeah. Please watch out for more (and more one-shots, too, if I get the muse to write one).

Please review and tell me what you think. Thank you!