"I feel like I'm dreaming," Sakura stated, her emerald eyes bright with joy. She stared at the intricate diamond-encrusted ring on her finger. "I didn't think you'd have it in you to propose, Uchiha."

The arms around Sakura tightened as she squirmed in her fiancé's grasp. "Oh really?" he questioned, before bending his head to suckle lightly at the soft base on her neck.

The pink haired woman leaned back into her soon-to-be husband's embrace. She smiled, "Really."

"I'll bet I can change that," he smirked.

"Eek! Sasuke, stop it," Sakura squeaked, trying to push his head.

Sasuke raised his head; raven locks framed his onyx eyes, which were hazy with desire. He pressed his lips to Sakura's. As Sakura opened her mouth to protest, Sasuke's tongue plunged into its warmth.

Before the kiss could get heated, the phone rang. Sakura tore her lips away, as she got up to answer the phone.

"Oh. Hello, Mikoto. I'm fine. How are you? Yeah, he's here. Okay," Sakura turned to face her good-looking fiancé. "Sasuke, Mikoto wants to speak to you."

She handed the phone to Sasuke and waited while he spoke to his mother. They were both in the flat they'd bought a couple months ago. It was luxurious. There were two bedrooms, a kitchen, living room, and a bathroom.

After he hung up there was a slight frown on his face. A short period of silence ensued.

"What's wrong?" Sakura asked tentatively.

"You have to meet my family," Sasuke answered.

Sakura smiled, "There's nothing wrong with that. But I thought I already met them."

"I already know that."

She looked puzzled. "So then I have to meet them again?"

Sasuke just stared at Sakura. "No! You have to meet the rest of my family. Not just Itachi and my parents."

This time Sakura was surprised. "You mean there are more of you?"

Sasuke raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that?"

The pink haired woman just laughed nervously. "Nothing." Before Sasuke could pursue the matter, Sakura changed the topic. "But why are you so worried about me meeting the rest of your family? It can't be worse than when you and my dad are together in a room."

Sasuke pulled his soon-to-be wife against his-muscular-chest. "I don't know about that, but I don't think it'll be a similar situation," he murmured against her hair.

He and Sakura's father didn't get along very well. Actually it was a bit stronger than that. The only thing that kept them from coming at each other's throats was Sakura. Even when she was around them their distaste for each other was poorly masked.

"Is the rest of your family . . . uh, strict?"

Sasuke smiled, making Sakura's heart skip a beat. "That depends if you meet their requirements."

"Requirements?" Sakura frowned; she didn't like the sound of that.

Sasuke looked into her worried emerald eyes. "Do you want to hear them?"

Sakura was uncertain. She didn't know what the Uchihas expected from her. Did she really want to hear the Uchihas' requirements? "I guess it wouldn't hurt."

Sasuke struggled to hide a smile at the anxious look in Sakura's eyes. He could imagine the thoughts running through her head. "You have to know how to cook, clean, and look after an entire household."

"That doesn't sound too hard." Maybe these requirements wouldn't be so difficult for Sakura to meet.

"There's a lot more. Everyone in the family has black hair," Sasuke stated, eyeing Sakura's pink hair.

"You think they're going to have a problem with my hair?" Sakura asked apprehensively.

Sasuke shrugged. "And I don't think we've ever had anyone with green eyes in the family."

This only caused Sakura to crease her forehead in worry.

Sasuke continued, "An Uchiha woman is gentle, calm, quiet, proper, and perfect in everything they do."

Sakura frowned. She wasn't most of those things. "You forgot arrogant, dominant, selfish, rude, and stoic," she reminded sarcastically.

This amused Sasuke, "Are you trying to describe me?"

Sakura glared at him. "It's not funny. I don't think your family will approve of me."

Sasuke bent down to place a kiss on Sakura's full lips. "Sakura, you're fine. Don't worry."

"You know, Uchiha? You can't give the right kind of compliment." She pressed her lips to Sasuke's for a long and sweet kiss.