Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto

A/N: So I've been writing various random cute one-shots just for fun for a while, but I thought I might publish them so… Here's my collection of the cutest family ficlets I could manage to think of. Because I think people need cuteness in their lives. I hope you'll like them. (If anyone has any idea, I accept requests! My ideas are limited, I have about six-seven maximum.) I'll begin with my favorites, though.

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Sasuke liked to think himself sinisterly silent and deadly until he clicked the front door shut with the slowest and quietest movement and a low weeping resounded in the still darkness of the house.

He sighed.

Were her senses supposed to be that developed at the age of two?

Imagining his soft bed had gradually become a main activity in the last hours, on his way back to the village, and he knew it'd be somewhere in the small hours when he arrives, but he hoped to get some sleep before doing anything else.

Seems like his plans changed, he mused as he left his katana on the low cabinet next to the door and hurried straight to Sarada's room in fear that Sakura will wake up. Her crying slightly abated as he neared the crib in the dark and tried to use the element of surprise to quiet her. After he tucked her into her blanket, she calmed down and he joyfully headed for his own bed… and the low weeping returned.

He nailed in his place and sharply turned around to see her discerned silhouette up and fisting the wooden railing. His Sharingan glowed red and she hushed, perhaps more intrigued by the vivid color rather than intimidated. For one long moment he considered using a technique of some sort, but then he discarded the thought rapidly.

He'd never use anything on her. Never.

The intrigue of the color show didn't last, though. She started crying again.

Sasuke took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. Alright. Chances were if he left the room, not only he wasn't going to get any decent sleep, but Sakura would wake up as well. And then he'd have three angry individuals under one roof. His exhaustion had set a different plan.

Sarada's screech coursed through him painfully and he returned to her, slightly kneeling to get his eyes on her level. He could see the faint warmth that her small body emanated and the streams of chakra running through her.

"You are sent to punish me, aren't you?" He whispered, more to himself, and let her tear at his hair for a while. Then he sighed again.

I guess there is no other way.

He leapt over the fence and bend enough to lie inside the crib, too tired to acknowledge the little gasps of interest Sarada gave out. Her tiny hands roamed over his face and clothes, unseeing and faltered sleepily over his chest, fighting the sobs that suffocated her till then.

Sasuke was repeating to himself that it was a terrible idea to indulge her like that and that he'll wake up sore (if he even gets to sleep in the first place). Her breathing calmed down quickly and he carefully pulled his own cloak over both of them, closing his eyes.

Well, it could've been worse.

"Shh, no. No, no, shh. Papa is tired, let him sleep. No!"

The muffled voice (that he couldn't quite discern for one long moment) came with a low snickering somewhere close to his face. Then a few moderately light buffets landed on him as he came to his senses and squinted his eyes open. She hit him again by the time he had refocused on reality, where he was and who he was with.

"Sarada, no! Stop!"

Sakura's whispering broke out into laughter when he realized Sarada was sitting up next to him, busy beating him awake and having the time of her life doing it. Then he blinked tiredly, his gaze shifting to his laughing wife.

"I'm sorry, I tried to stop her." Sakura shook her head. "Welcome back, anata."

"It's fine."

"Should I take her away?"

Sasuke eyed Sarada as she tried her best to touch the inside of his left eye, deeply fascinated by the Rinnegan's pattern. That, or maybe she just tried to blind him for fun.

He huffed.

"No."

Sakura held his eyes for a moment, filling up with warmth. Then her gaze shifted to their daughter.

"You look very comfortable in there, I might even serve you two babies breakfast here. You hungry?"

Sasuke nodded and she chuckled at his weary reply, taking away with an assurance that breakfast was coming soon and a warning to Sarada to (please) not kill her father in the meantime. She didn't, even though it kind of looked like it.

"You like my eyes?" He mouthed quietly, observing her as she explored the interesting violet, her fingers violently trying to get a hold on his eyelid and peer behind it. Who needs genjutsu torture when you have this?

Sasuke heaved up to a sitting position, groaning at the ache in his muscles, then took out a small plush shuriken out of his pocket, and offered it to her. Ever since he saw it on the market of Iwa, he knew she'd love it.

Sarada reached for his hand and grabbed it with a squeak. Sasuke used the moment that she was distracted to pull her onto him again.

"I used to wake up my brother with fists as well, but don't tell anyone." He spoke in her ear and she turned away from her plush shuriken, goggle-eyed and surprised as if she understood perfectly what he said and found the information to be ultimately scandalous.

The sight got him unprepared and his breath snatched into breathy laughter.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Can we just take a moment to imagine Sakura walking up to a bundled, sleeping Sasuke and Sarada in her crib in the morning? Thank you.

P.S. I can't promise any update schedule on this because I go with the flow and my inspiration comes at random.

P.S. Yes, this ain't the SS fanfic I planned to publish.

P.S. No, it's not the NejiTen fanfic I am writing either.

P.S. Yeah, I know, but I can't help myself.