Hei, people! I have started a drabble series! It's basically the marriage and family life of SasuSaku. I dont know why but, I really like the family category.

So, this series is dedicated to all the fans of Sasusaku who loves the fiction life of their family.

Disclaimer: No, I don't own it. Seriously.

(Sasuke-kun's POV)

Ohayo. My name Sasuke Uchiha. I am the CEO of the Uchiha Enterprises Company. I am a handsome gentleman (though, not so gentle in bed) with a beautiful wife who has the figure of an hourglass (maybe a little bigger at the top of the hourglass, if you get what I mean).

Her name is Sakura Uchiha. Such a sexy name. Ah.

Anyway.

We have been married for five years and have created a beautiful baby boy; Uchiha Kiseki.

He is one year old, with chubby cheeks and has inherited the full Uchiha features; raven hair, onyx eyes, hn and other crap like that.

Now you must be doing, "AAAAWWW"s and "OOWW"s and "OOOHHHH"s, but please stop there! He's not that innocent as he seems.

He is a fully fledged demon in Henge No Jutsu of a cute, chubby, innocent and pretty angel.

For instance, let's have a look at this situation I am in middle of, right now.

Before I tell you the situation, I want all of you to know that, I NEVER let anyone touch my hair, let alone play with it.

Not even Sakura. Okay, maybe times when we make love, I let her grip my hair. (Let's not mention other things I let her grip.) It's really erotic when she does that. Totally.

Anyway.

Currently, I am lying on the bed, on my stomach, with a one year old Kiseki on top of my upper back. He is playing with my hair as he laughs and giggles, as if he had never seen anything more fascinating than my chicken ass hair. I groaned with annoyance as he pulled on my chicken ass.

How did I get in this situation?

Here's how.

Flashback.

"Oh... Sakura. You feel soo good… Oh yes, baby. Ride me. Like that. Oh god, you are so tight and so so sexy! Oh god baby, keep riding me. I'm…I'm gonna come-"

Flashback end.

Sorry, technical error. That wasn't the one I was talking about. Though, that was a good memory. Ah, she's so sexy!

Anyway, here is the right one.

Flashback.

Yesterday, we were in the living room. Sakura sat next to me on the couch as she read some medical book. I shuffled through the channels on TV as Kiseki sat on my lap and investigated his newly bought colorful blocks.

It was only matter of minutes and he got bored of the blocks and started jumping on my lap to get my attention.

"What's the matter, Kiseki?" I turned my gaze to him.

His big and curious onyx eyes were fixed on my hair and his tiny hands reached upward and grabbed a fistful of my raven locks.

"Ow..Ow..No, Kiseki. You are not supposed to do that."

I tried to get his hands away from my oh-so gorgeous hair but he only tightened the grip and laughed happily.

"Kiseki.." I looked directly into his eyes and gave him a stern look.

The grip loosened and tears gathered in his eyes as if threatening to spill.

"Oh, N-no no no no.. Daddy mean it. Please don't-

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!"

-cry."

Tears poured down his cheeks as he screamed.

I made an attempt to scoop him in my arms and sooth him, but his tiny toes were already touching the living room carpet. He cried his head off as he crawled across the carpet, away from me. He crawled towards the side of the coffee table and sat there crying.

Sakura glanced from her book and sighed,"Go and fix him, Sasuke-kun. He is upset."

I made my way towards the crying one year old.

"Look, Kiseki. Daddy is sorry. He didn't mean it, okay?" I tried comfort him any way I could but he only screamed and crawled towards Sakura.

He gripped her knees and balanced himself on his foot,"M-Mama!"

Wow.

Then he doesn't even want to look at me.

And I realized how hard-headed Uchihas can be.

Sakura picked him up cradled the crying baby to her chest. I walked towards them and sat next Sakura on the couch. I wiped the tears from his wet cheek and rubbed gently.

"Hey, Kiseki. Daddy is sorry, okay? He really loves you," I tried to wash away his disappointment.

The grumpy boy only sniffed and turned his head away from me.

I sighed and Sakura laughed.

What an Uchiha.

Flashback End.

Let's just say that he didn't even look at me throughout the day. How can a father tolerate his own buddle of joy hating him? Which brings me to this position right now.

"So, you finally let him play with your hair?" Sakura came through the bedroom door and lay next to us.

"Yeah, what can I do? The little monster would hate me." I groaned once more as he tugged at my hair.

Sakura giggled.

"But you know what," I looked at her beautiful emerald eyes. "You are a great father."

I smiled to her in return.

But then, I felt something wet and sticky on my scalp.

"Sak-Sakura. What is he doing? My scalp feels a little cool."

Sakura laughed.

"Your hair is in his mouth."

"WWHAT?" My eyes grew wide. "Sakura, take him off. He is sucking on my head?"

"No, silly! He is kissing your head."

Then I remembered how he kissed. He would leave a big glob of saliva on my cheek when he kissed. You know, like the little babies' sloppy kisses.

"Still. There is saliva on my head!"

"But I can't take him off. He might get upset again. You can wash it later," Sakura gave me a peck on my lips and turned her attention to a medical book on the bedside table.

I sighed and closed my eyes.

After a few minutes, his movements stopped and I looked at the mirror to see what he was doing.

What I saw made my heart melt.

My little cute monster lay asleep on my back. His eyes were closed and he breathed evenly and peacefully.

Sakura saw this too and smiled.

I felt my lips curve a smile as I watched him lay peacefully.

However, peace was not an option in Uchiha family.

I felt my back get wet.

"Sak-Sakura, d-don't tell me he just-"

"I-I'm so sorry! He is on potty training, remember? He is not supposed to put his diaper on!"

He just urinated on me.

Oh.

Dear.

Lord.

Authors Crap: Sooo, whattaya thank? hn?

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