The Small Imperfections
By:
Fear Die Rothaarige
She can't carry a tune, but he loves her anyway. She is gliding around the kitchen. The smells of a home-cooked meal drifting around her as her skirt swishes with her movement. Her voice is soft, yet powerful, even if the notes are off key. But that doesn't bother him. No. When you love someone it is the small imperfections that you start to long the most for.
It is the way she doesn't quite make the bed evenly in the mornings. It is the way that she insist on the absense of pink in their new born daughters room. It is the way she never leaves her shoes in a neat little pile in the doorway. It is all these things and more that makes Sasuke love the pink haired wonder that is his wife.
He pushes himself from the doorway where he is watching her, preforming the duties she thinks a wife and a mother should do, he grabs her by the hand and spins her around. Her laughter is the best music to his ears and the happiness in her eyes that makes a smile come to his face. He pulls her close, their bodies pressed against each other as their eyes meet. She wraps her arms around his neck and she gives him the smile that no other man on the earth is lucky enough to see.
He pushes her bangs back from her face. With the strong, calusosed hand he cups her cheek. His oxyn orbs look into her own jade eyes and they can both see home in each other.
"I love you." He whispers softly in her ear, then catches her lips with his own. And he feels that special smile, thats just a bit off centered, against his lips.
It is her small imperfections that make him happier than any time before.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Never have, never will.