HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER
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It was a rather sunny day. You know, birds were chirping and the sky looked bluer than any other day. The air was filled with freshly made cookies and coffee. It was six am and Sasuke Uchiha was sitting on his chair having breakfast with his family. Sakura, his wife, was still preparing sandwiches for the twins. Mikoto, their older daughter, was playing with her blue T-rex plushie.
"Daddy?" the black haired 7 year old girl asked.
Sasuke knew that when their daughter called him like that it was no good. He slowly put his cup of coffee down as well as the paper to listen to his daughter.
"Yeah?"
"How did you and mommy met?" she inquired curiously.
Sasuke let out a sigh and closed his eyes. He knew that Mikoto would ask something similar sooner or later. He was waiting for her to ask her mom and not him, actually. Sakura turned around to see him. A bright smile showed upon her cherry scented lips. But he knew that deep inside, she was enjoying the situation.
"And why don't you ask mom? I am not good at telling stories..." he complaint, trying to get rid of the problem.
"No!" the little Uchiha exclaimed. "I want your version of the story."
Sasuke just raised a brow. "My version?"
"Yup." she replied nodding a few times enthusiastically.
"Ok... I was the top student at my class and your mom was one of my fangirls. We were put into the same team along with the idiot and that's how I met your mother. End of the story."
"Daddy, you were right." Sasuke just kind of glared at his wife. "You suck at telling stories... Mommy did it waaay better."
She stuck out her tongue and ran to her room. Sakura giggled. Sasuke kind of glared at her again.
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THE END
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A little drabble I came up with :) Hope you liked it!