So for this fanfic I will be creating an original character in the Naruto Universe named Sadashi Uchiha. I thought of this character because I thought there needed to be more strong women in this universe especially ones with a Sharingan! I love the Uchiha clan and I also wanted Sasuke and Sakura to have another baby :)

I do not own Naruto or anything connected to Masashi Kishimoto.

Chapter 1

It was a beautiful sunny day at the Village Hidden in the Leaves and Sakura eagerly stood at the gates of Konoha waiting for Sasuke to come home. He had been gone for five years while on a mission with the ANBU. Next to her were two young girls with black hair: a seven-year-old with red glasses and a soon to be five-year-old wearing a black dress printed with cherry blossoms. The girl with red glasses couldn't stop bouncing around with excitement over the thought of seeing her father after so many years.

"Sarada, try and contain yourself," Sakura couldn't help but smile at her oldest daughter.

"I can't help it! I missed Papa so much!" Sarada exclaimed.

The younger of the two girls nervously grabbed her mother's dress and gently tugged. Sakura looked down at her child. She had black hair styled in a high ponytail with long center-parted bangs that came to her chin. Her wide, youthful eyes locked with her mother's tender gaze.

"What if daddy doesn't like me?" the child whimpered slightly.

"Now why would you think something like that?" Sakura crouched down and looked at her daughter with concern.

"I don't know," the little girl hung her head in shame, "he's never met me so he doesn't know about me."

Sakura gently grabbed her daughter's chin and lifted her face to look her in the eye, "I know he will love you. He's not very good with words but I guarantee he will love you. How could he not?"

"You're right Mommy," the little girl smiled.

"He's coming!" Sarada cheered and ran towards the dark figure walking up the road. The little girl hid behind Sakura clutching onto her dress. Sakura glanced down at the cowering child.

"You don't need to be scared honey," Sakura reassured. The little girl peered around her mother's leg nervously without releasing her hold on Sakura's skirt.

Sasuke smiled as he saw Sarada running towards him and outstretched his only arm.

"Papa!" Sarada cried and leapt into her father's embrace. Sasuke scooped her up and held her tightly.

"I missed you so much Papa!" Sarada cried as she clutched Sasuke tighter.

"I missed you too Sarada," Sasuke said happily. He truly did miss his perfect family and hated that he had to be gone from them so much. The ANBU always sent him on long term missions that he begrudgingly took every time.

Carrying Sarada, he made it to the gates of Konoha and smiled even wider when he finally saw his beautiful wife. Sakura had to hold back tears as she reunited with her husband for the first time in five years. She lifted her chin and kissed him sweetly on the lips.

"Welcome home, Anata," Sakura tearfully spoke.

"It's good to be home. I thought that mission would never end." Sasuke sighed.

While Sakura and Sasuke caught up with each other, the little girl showed her face for the first time catching Sasuke's attention. He looked at the girl quizzically and she immediately hid behind Sakura again.

"Sakura?" Sasuke inquired.

"Yes?" Sakura asked excitedly.

"Who is this?" Sasuke had trouble getting the question out.

Sakura giggled and looked down at the child and prodded her on the back.

"C'mon don't be shy," Sakura encouraged her child, "it's time for you to meet daddy."

Sasuke felt the color drain his face when he heard those words.

"Daddy?" Sasuke slightly panicked, "Wait…so this child…is ours?"

When Sakura nodded with a huge grin on her face, Sasuke's face went from one of shock to one of happiness. He put Sarada back on the ground and knelt in front of his newly discovered child. Sakura and Sarada took a step back so father and daughter could properly meet.

Sasuke got a good look at his youngest daughter for the first time and began to notice all the little details of her face. She had his raven black hair and strong, but feminine in her case, facial features. In fact, she was almost a carbon copy of him. Though the one feature she gained from her mother grabbed his attention the most. She had the same bright green eyes as Sakura.

Sasuke extended his hand and went to touch her cheek. The little girl flinched out of nervousness but quickly grew accustomed to her father's touch and smiled. Sasuke smiled back happily and asked tenderly,

"What's your name, my child?"

"Sadashi," she trembled slightly, "Sadashi Uchiha. I'm four years old."

"Sadashi," Sasuke breathed. He felt a mixture of joy and sadness. He was aware that Sakura and he made love the night before he left on his five year mission. But he never imagined them producing another child while he was gone, especially one as beautiful as Sadashi.

Sadashi. Sadashi. The name rang through his head as he recalled the many nights he longed for Sakura's touch and Sarada's sweet laughter. He immediately felt guilt for missing so much of Sarada's life and now missing the beginning of his youngest child's life. He hated how he constantly left his beloved wife to raise their children alone, but upon seeing how perfect they turned out, he beamed with pride. He somehow managed to suppress his tears as he pulled his youngest daughter into his one armed embrace and held her for the first time burying his face in her small shoulder. Sadashi threw her arms around her father's neck and hugged him tightly no longer afraid of the man she worried wouldn't accept her.

She began to cry and mumbled into his shoulder,

"Hi Daddy, I'm so happy to finally meet you."

That's when Sasuke lost and felt a single tear roll down his cheek.

"I'm happy to meet you too, Sadashi," Sasuke replied softly.

Sakura could no longer hold back her own tears and cried tears of joy as she saw their new family brought together for the first time. Sarada held her mother's hand and smiled from ear to ear. Sasuke was home, and her little sister could finally experience her father's love that she so desperately desired.

Translation:

Anata – wife to husband term of endearment meaning 'darling'