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Just a short one-shot to keep my creative juices flowing and help with writer's block. Nothing fancy :)

Sasuke's grip on his wineglass tightened. It took every ounce of his self control to not lunge at the blonde-haired idiot boy sitting across from him. No one at the dinner table could tell that he was just about ready to commit first degree murder; no one, save for his wife. Sakura knew him well enough that when the time between sips of wine decreased, he was walking on a tightrope. She discreetly reached for his hand under the table and gave a squeeze which seemed to say 'It'll be ok. It's fine. You'll get through this. But if you act out and ruin this perfectly good dinner that I slaved over, it will be the end of YOU, sweetie.'

Sasuke's eyebrow twitched and he finally set his glass down. They were at their family home celebrating a "happy occasion". What was so damn great about it, he still had no fucking clue. Everyone was there; of course he and his wife, with Naruto and his wife Hinata, their daughter, Himawari, Sakura's parents, HInata's father and sister, his own beautiful daughter, Sarada, and of course, the object of his hatred: Boruto. And Boruto was sitting next to his daughter. With his disgusting arm around her. And his annoying laughter ringing out at something clever Naruto had said. And his daughter, his precious Sarada, was trying to stifle her own giggles by putting her left hand over her small cherub-like pink mouth. And there it was. Yet another detestable thing in his presence, the symbol that represented his daughter being taken away from him...an engagement ring. He took another sip of the red liquid.

Sasuke just couldn't believe it. Well, not that he couldn't believe his daughter would get engaged, she was gorgeous and intelligent. He just didn't want to believe it. And to Boruto Uzumaki, the son of his rival turned best friend, Naruto. The fucking irony of the situation punched him in his stomach for the fifth time that evening. His daughter had some home earlier that day with tears streaming down her face. Like any self-respecting, over-protective, chief of intelligence, gun-owning father, Sasuke had not bothered with questions and gone straight to retrieve his weapon, all while imagining all the torture he would inflict on that blonde buffoon. And he knew Boruto had been the culprit because Sarada had gone out for the day with him.

When he returned to the living room and angrily asked "Where is that bastard?! What did he do? I told you he was an idiot! You're not pregnant are you?" he was surprised to find his wife in the living room with a smiling but tearful Sarada and the idiot in question standing awkwardly next to his daughter with a heavy blush but ecstatic look on his face. Sakura had thrown her arms around both and was crying as well. Sasuke took the social cue and lowered his gun holster, regretfully. "What the hell is going on here?"

The next half hour plunged his world into darkness. The brat had actually had the courage to ask his daughter to marry him and she had said yes. They were going to begin planning a wedding and start looking for locations. Did they want a destination wedding or something more local? A traditional ceremony or something small and modern? And what about the cake, what flavors did they have in mind? And lets not forget the dress.

Sasuke could not comprehend, His little girl, his precious treasure, was getting married...to a dobe. And his wife! How dare she be so happy! Of the two of them, Sakura has the most influence on his daughter and here she was writing potential dates down on a planner. He felt so betrayed. By everyone. Sasuke poured more wine into his glass

And now here he was with the immediate family of the two young people. He took another sip of his wine and glanced over at his daughter. All at once his heart softened. She did look happy...He remembered when she first started to walk, how proud he felt. And her first word (it was "idiot" and directed at the brat himself, he recalled fondly). The first day of school when he dropped her off. Her prom, and how beautiful she looked, and the murderous look she gave the boy who escorted her because the dumbass forgot the corsage. Her acceptance into her first college of choice. Her graduation...And in each of these memories, his daughter had a smile on her face. Joy, mirth, a smirk, a grin, a giggle.

But never had he ever seen this look on her face...love, tenderness, and pure happiness. The way she and Boruto looked at each other was almost euphoric to him. And as much as Sasuke wanted to hate the stupid boy and as much as he wanted to stop this insanity (because no one would ever be good enough for his daughter) he couldn't even think to get in between these two. He recognized that look ,oh so well and knew the strong feelings that accompanied that look. Because he looked at his wife that way every day for the twenty-something years they've been married. He shifted his gaze toward Sakura who was sharing a story about when Sarada was little, to which she burst out laughing. And Sasuke felt his heart tighten and a feeling of bliss and content and comfort and love, and to this day he wondered how he could handle feeling all this at once. And he knew Sakura felt the same way. Which is why they were able to communicate by simply holding hands under the table.

Sasuke knew that regardless of how he felt, he could never get in between these two. He knew by the way Boruto was looking at his daughter, that he truly loved and respected Sarada, and that he would never let anything bad happen to her. Sasuke would just have to get used to having a mini-Naruto as a son-in-law. He shuddered. Oh for fuck's sakes. It'd be just like when he was twelve years old again. But maybe it wouldn't be that bad after all. He could always show Boruto his extensive gun collection…

"Sasuke?" he looked up with a start at his wife only to notice that everyone else at the table had their eyes on him. "Sasuke..aren't you going to say something? A toast maybe?" his wife egged him on with a gentle squeeze of her hand. 'Say something positive. Sarada needs to hear you say it.' Sasuke sighed and stood up.

"Look. I'm terrible at speeches and toasts and frankly I don't like this crap."

Sakura rolled her eyes and let her head fall into her hands.

"But I know that this brat- I mean, Boruto- really loves my daughter and will cherish her for as long as he lives because if not you'll be seeing me in your nightmares, boy." He gave said boy and evil grin. Sarada gave an exasperated sigh.

"And I trust Sarada's choices because Sakura and I raised her damn well. And if she chose you, well then, I guess you're something special. And you're not that bad. Don't fuck it up. Cheers."

Everyone groaned but raised their glasses in unison. Boruto was sweating profusely and Sarada was laughing at him. His wife was lightly slapping his arm for being "so uncouth". Naruto just kept repeating to his wife "He said similar things to me when we were younger."

Sasuke then smiled, a genuine smile, for the first time that evening and raised his glass to his lips one more time. He figured he'd be ok enough to make it through the rest of this dinner without more wine.

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