Sasuke sighed as he watched a small child with pink hair bob up and down while trying to reach a drawer in their room. He was currently in the master bedroom while Sakura was in the study, reading up on medical techniques for a surgery she had to perform tomorrow. Thus leaving him alone with their almost one-year-old daughter Miki.
"Just what are you trying to accomplish, Miki?" Sasuke said inquisitively as his daughter's tiny fists grappled at the knob of the drawer. The ambitious toddler suddenly hoisted herself up and leaned heavily on the dresser. She cooed lowly as she began her endeavor once again, this time with less distance between her and the desired location. Shaking his head, Sasuke stood up from his cross-legged position on the floor beside his daughter and scooped her up in his arms. Miki began to protest by cooing a little louder than before, almost sounding like she was reprimanding her father.
"Put me down, Oto-san!" he could almost hear her say. She really was his little princess.
Sasuke held his daughter so that she was basically sitting on the junction between his upper and lower arm. With his free hand he opened the drawer that Miki had been previously trying to reach. It contained nothing but old ninjutsu scrolls.
"Is that what you wanted, Miki?" He turned to look his daughter in her eyes. They were similar to his dark grey ones, but with a small ring of green surrounding the pupil. His daughter's face was contorted into one of a pout, skewing her otherwise soft features. He sighed again and kissed her forehead.
"We can find you another drawer to play in. Maybe one with more interesting contents." He promised to her.
Miki giggled at the sound of his voice and Sasuke swore he could feel his heart beat a little stronger in his chest. Miki reached a tiny fist up to Sasuke's cheek. Her hand opened up and she pressed her palm against his cheek and cooed once more. Her big eyes were wondering and bright, full of happiness and content. A few years ago he could have never imagined that he would love something so much, besides the woman who blessed him with this beautiful child. Just then, Sakura walked into their room.
"Sasuke-kun, I need to run to the store—"
Before she could finish her sentence, Sasuke was in front of her with Miki still on his arm. He wrapped his other arm around his wife and pressed his forehead onto hers. Miki was smushed between her parents, but she didn't mind. She could sense a tender moment even at her young age. She stared up at her parents as Sasuke spoke softly to Sakura.
"Thank you." He whispered lightly.
"N-No problem, Sasuke-kun. What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Everything is perfect."
And it was.