Disclaimer: Don't own
Author's Note: Sorry I haven't been updating my stuff lately. School's been insane and I couldn't get myself to start writing anything. I'm trying to get back into it though, but in baby steps. Got this idea randomly in Chemistry yesterday when I was reading.
-~-~-~-~-
Happy endings are only stories that haven't finished yet. ~Simon Kinberg
-~-~-~-~-
Let no one say that Uzumaki Naruto didn't love his wife. He wouldn't have married Sakura otherwise. Granted, she'd been the one to propose, but did that really matter overmuch? Time wasn't something guaranteed to people in their line of work. They could die tomorrow, or tonight, or even next month, so the fact that she'd proposed to him about five months in shouldn't have surprised him.
It had anyways.
Naruto smiled gratefully as a mug of coffee was handed to him. It was a late night, one of many since becoming Hokage. But the nights never seemed as late as he knew they should have with Sasuke's familiar presence there.
But things hadn't been the same between them. They were still friends, certainly. Best friends, even. But there was a distance of some sort, some gap they couldn't breach that hadn't been there even when Sasuke had come back home nearly a decade ago.
Naruto tucked his legs beneath him to leave Sasuke some room on the squishy couch they'd moved up the tower's obscene amount of stairs specifically for late nights like this. "How's your wife been?"
Sasuke sipped some of his coffee, black with less than a teaspoon of cream and half a sugar, before answering. "Fine. She caught the flu, but she's been getting better…And Sakura? We haven't spoken in a while." The only time they spoke now was when they were invited to each other's houses for dinner or when Sasuke ended up in the hospital again. Even then, it was purely polite conversation.
Naruto beamed with pride. "Shizune checked up on her and said the baby was gonna be a girl!"
"Any child of yours is bound to be a handful and a half. I wish you and Sakura luck in raising her."
Naruto grinned angelically. "But there's only one person that's truly suitable for babysitting and what child of mine would be complete without their Uncle Sasuke?"
The brunette leveled a mock glare at him. "Don't you start."
The blonde laughed. "Come on, teme. It's already begun. You can't stop the inevitable."
Neither of them allowed the thought that Sasuke shouldn't have only been the uncle; he should have been the older brother, the close cousin, the father figure to any kids of Naruto's and vice versa. Maybe even more than all that.
But that couldn't be because ever since Naruto's wedding that was where everything had stopped, cracked, and tried to keep chugging along, conversations that should have continued into comfortable arguments became awkward.
The pieces of the Naruto-and-Sasuke puzzle didn't fit right anymore.
And they both should be happy because they have the perfect lives. Faithful, good wives, children and a best friend and are surrounded by close friends who were practically family now.
But any happy ending is still an ending.