This is the Prologue.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Warning: This story will contain infidelity and mature themes. And it will be told through Third Person and First Person Point of Views.

Naruto POV

She (Sakura) was no longer the vibrant, happy girl I once knew.

It was ironic; that the one person that she thought would have made her truly happy, in reality was her downfall.

What broke her soul was not the countless deaths we had seen and actually orchestrated.

No she was a true shinobi down to the core.

Nothing phased her, I remember even when him and I were on the brink of death, she came to our sides…and I felt warmth from her hand. I muttered thank you and she told me to be quiet, to let her focus.

The last thing I saw before I blacked out was a green glow.

I had done what I was supposed to do. I had returned him to her. Yet, she wasn't happy. Even when her belly swelled with a child, I knew every smile was forced. No one else knew her charade, but as we were teammates…I knew her.

She was resilient and she forced herself to smile. In the end if she didn't smile, she'd look pathetic...as this is what she always wanted, right?

I felt something warm against my shoulder blade; I looked down to see my wife leaning on me. Her dark blue hair brushed my fingertips and my eyes slowly went to hers' when I saw her hand eclipse mine.

Her lips pressed against mine and she whispered, "aishiteru."

I glanced across the table, my eyes naturally finding Sakura and she was smiling, always smiling. I never realized it before, but it actually annoyed me. It was fake and everyone was falling for it. How could they be so stupid?

The night went on as it usually did. Drinks were shared among the married couples and then closer to 10 PM we each said our goodbyes.

Sakura was the last to leave.

Hinata had left first, like the good wife of the Hokage should, leaving me alone with the stragglers. She had mentioned she wanted to make sure Bolt and Himawari were actually sleeping, and I agreed…Bolt had a nasty habit of using clones to fake he was sleeping. And it took either myself or Hinata to differentiate a clone from the real McCoy.

She (my wife) placed a chaste kiss on my lips she bid everyone a goodnight and dutifully returned home.

Thinking back, I should have too.

In hindsight, I should have followed her out, but something beckoned me to stay. As the night carried on the drinks didn't stop…and only until last call sounded, did I realize I was alone with her.

Glancing around I moved to stand, I felt a bit wobbly. The alcohol had surely taken it's affect on me. I looked to see Sakura, still smiling her hands wrapped around the bottle, "you should go Naruuuto," she slurred as she pinned back a strand of pink hair.

Her hair hung past her breasts…and this evening it was styled in soft waves. I just smirked at her, "yeah?" It was half agreeing with her…and half questioning. She didn't look like she wanted to be left alone, but Sakura was never one to admit a weakness. It was her tenacity that made her head of the hospital, and her strength that kept it together for their (Sasuke's and Sakura's) daughter, Sarada.

Which is why, even if I was the Hokage, I let her drink to oblivion this one night out of the week.

To forget all her worries…even if it was artificial.

The bartender came to us shortly after, no doubt to tell us to leave. Sakura stumbled to her feet, her fingers grasping the table. I noticed her nails were painted a vibrant green…"that's a nice color," I mused. She looked down and smiled childishly at me, "yeah I know…no nail polish in the hos-pital" she hiccupped through that sentence, pausing between 'hos' and 'pital'.

A smile appeared on my lips, "haha, I won't tell anyone." And for the first time that night…I saw a genuine smile. However instead of feeling happy…I felt even more annoyed. That? Me keeping her nail polish a secret is what made her happy? Something so small and mundane…to make her actually smile, and he (the teme) couldn't even do that?

"Lets go home," I said suddenly and reached for her hand.

And we went home; my arm was wrapped around her waist as I kept her up. And we walked like drunkards, rambling and reminiscing and when we reached her apartment – all went silent.

"Naruto," she said softly, her body leaning against her door, "it's late."

Let me reiterate something. I love my wife. I love Hinata.

But something was missing.

I pushed her door open and despite her protests, I easily brought her inside and closed the door behind us.

This was the first of many boundaries I (we) broke that night.

Emoti: I hope you enjoyed the prologue!