The morning sunlight seeped through the window blinds, lighting up the small kitchen. The light forced the objects to cast soft shadows, some contrasted against the white marble floor while others against dark wood or cinnamon coloured tiles. The dark dinning table had been pushed up against the windows to leave space for the events that had taken place last night. A bit of confetti and glitter could still be seen on the floor even after the ever pedantic Uchiha had tried his best to clean everything up, despite him being ready to collapse he hadn't wanted to leave the cleaning to this very morning. But he still did. All because of the beautiful H/C female had persuaded him to do so.
The female in question had just woken up and wobbled sleepily into the kitchen. Her hair a mess, and her eyes opening and closing. Despite the wobbling she reached the coffee machine and clicked the button. It let out a pleasant hum with a promise that the hot liquid would soon be pouring down her sore throat.
It was a peaceful morning, birds were chirping, the sun was out and Y/N couldn't be happier. Her husband was softly snoring away after their eventful wedding night. A smile made is way on her lips when she remembered it.
Soon she smelled the aroma of coffee and heard it trickle down into a mug. Turning around to grab her coffee she didn't notice a handsome male silhouette standing in the door frame. He made his way to her and wrapped one arm around the waist of his wife and leaned his other hand on the kitchen counter.
-Up already, he purred. Don't you want to stay with me in the bed or are you marrying the coffee?
- I think the coffee wouldn't exhaust me as much, she replied playfully.
He brushed away some stray black bangs from his forehead and faked hurt, ranting on that he thought that he and Y/N had something special.
- After all don't we have these little things showing it off, our bond? He smirked as he waved his hand in front of his wife face making the golden ring reflect the warm morning light.
- This little thing, she questioned, lifting her hand mock comparing hers to his. Nah. I've seen better Madara.
He barked a laughter in response hugging her closer, as if she were a tiny flower petal ready to leave him behind when the wind blows. Yes, you were a fragile and beautiful flower petal, however, you were windswept by the one and only Uchiha Madara.