I shall tap on the Sasuke invasion of comfort later on in my drabbles. Promise. If you go see Boruto, Sasuke actually speaks and shows just the tiniest hint of kind. So he shouldn't be very OC'ed

For now, enjoy.

Non-canon

Sarada was always curious of the lack of photo's featuring her mamma and papa. She was especially concerned on the absence of wedding pictures. So, like any daddy's girl, she directed her inquiry at her dear papa.

"Hey papa."

"Hn?"

"You're anniversary with mama is Saturday, right?"

"Aa."

"Papa?"

"Hn?"

"Do you know where your wedding pictures are?"

Sasuke stopped mid sip of his coffee. He and his daughter sat at the table enjoying a quiet breakfast the Uchiha matriarch prepared. Sakura had made French toast, a personal favorite of her nearly sixteen-year-old girl. Not caring for the sweet food, Sasuke stuck to his bitter coffee. Despite not liking anything sweet (other than his wife and daughter) he took his coffee with two spoonfulls of sugar. And now the steaming drink was ruined by his little girl's sullen mood.

"Why do you ask?"

"Well. I was at Aunt Ino's yesterday and a few girls where at the flower shop. They were talking about their mother's wedding dresses and how they wanted to wear them when they get married. And I haven't seen any pictures of mama in hers so I was wondering if you had any. When I ask mama she just gets sad." Sarada casted a sorrowful glance at her unfinished food, with no interest in polishing it off.

"Ah. We'll, dear." The way he spoke was cautious; the smaller Uchiha had not missed that. "You're mother and I did not have a traditional wedding."

Annoyance marred her dark eyes making her look a lot like her father in his younger years. "Why is that?"

"I traveled far too much to actually have a wedding. So we had asked Lord Sixth to just document us as married."

"Oh." That was not the answer she searched for and they both knew it.

"Why are you thinking of marriage anyways?"

Her pale face lit scarlet, eyes avoiding his own to stare at the syrup instead. "No reason. Really. I just... really would've liked to have mama's dress."

Sasuke sympathized. He always had. Sakura wanted a wedding, yet his duties to his redemption meant more to her. She was his dutiful wife and sacrificed a lot for him to be happy. She had even given him a child that had the likeness of both he and his brother. Her hair screamed young Itachi, but everything else was surely Sasuke.

And now he was hurting said child with his complete lack of affections. Hell, this child had to ask if he even cared about the two. It wasn't lost on him that Sarada noticed how crass he could be to his wife. He swore he had gotten better at it, but public displays of emotion were uncomfortable at the very least. He still hasn't gotten over the taunting nature of his best friend when Sakura and he brought home an infant child. Naruto was relentless with the harassment, even going as far as to say Sakura got pregnant through surgical tactics. And being the ever-prideful Uchiha brat dubbed by all, Sasuke could not care less to prove his friend wrong. His wife on the other hand just had to show off the love marks left by him. That led to more discomfort.

But was Sasuke really going to neglect his child and her needs? No, like hell. He fought much too hard for this family just to let them thing he was still the heartless psycho who had a 'must eliminate' list. So he had a plan, one that would make him look like a hero.

"Hey Sarada?"

"Aa?"

She even sounded like him. That brought a smirk to his face. "I have a mission I need you to help me with."

That brightened his darling girls face. Usually Boruto did missions with her dad. And for him to personally ask her help on a mission meant that Boruto wasn't involved. Just her and her papa.

"Of course! What is it?"

Perfect. Now he just needed the help of the entire village to pull this one off. It'll be just like his birthday, save for he wasn't the one being thrown unwillingly into a situation.

"Ino. This is awfully similar to a wedding dress."

"Well I'm sorry, forehead, I never saw you in one so I'm just playing around now."

"You're supposed to be helping me with my anniversary dress, not wedding."

Ino pouted, crossing her arms over her chest, stamping her foot. "But come on! Please indulge me! I'm greedy!"

"Pig! Stop it and give me a real dress."

"These are real dresses, billboard brow."

Sakura rolled her viridian eyes. This was the third wedding dress Ino has thrust upon her. At first she refused to play along, the crushing weight in her chest wouldn't have that sort of nostalgia the day before her anniversary. And when she refused, Ino barged in the dressing room practically stuffing her stubborn best friend into it. What waited for Ino was a very naked Sakura. But she had seen the pinkette naked countless times, what she wasn't prepared for was the large tattoo on the expanse of her back. A koi fish in blues, greens, silvers, and gold with a yin symbol for an eye. After that Sakura just put on the dresses, but not before swearing the blonde into secrecy.

"This is the last one." Ino pleaded, hands clasped in front of her mouth. "Then I promise I'll give you the one for your anniversary."

"Fine! Hand it over piglet."

Ino would not loose to this one! It was a beautiful silk robe. The fabric was white till the hem, where cherry blossoms ran up in thickets. They were on the bottom hem and the sleeves edges. Sakura had to admit, if she were to get married again, this would be the dress. She could imagine it now, Sasuke wearing white and crimson to match her and their daughter in a scarlet dress. Everything about this dress screamed at her to just buy it. No matter how ridiculous.

The pint stopped at her calf and the sleeves stitches. Although, the back was totally open to her dismay. But it was too gorgeous of a print to give up so easily. Besides, Sasuke had the other piece to her tattoo. And if they saw her own body art, Sasuke would surely show off his by any means necessary to shield his wife from ridicule.

Look at her, like she'd ever wear this dress. There was no circumstance in which she would ever need to.

"Earth to Sakura!"

"Wha-?"

"You look hot. Which is saying tons because, well you have a large forehead."

"I can see it Ino."

"See what?"

"My wedding day. This dress, Sasuke matching me and Sarada, you, and Hinata wearing red. Naruto making an embarrassing toast as best friend to both of us. My mother crying because her little girl got married like she wanted. My father grumbling about how his little girl couldn't get married. Sai calling me ugly." A chocked out sob escaped her throat. "Boruto in a tux as Sasuke's best man, Himawari as my flower girl. Itachi probably made a cake; you know how in love with baking he is. Fugaku and Mikoto would be there congratulating in silence of course. I can even see Tsunade and Kakashi there, cheering for me. Ino I wanted that so bad. Why can't I have that?" Ino could do nothing but quickly grasp her friend. The waterworks would come swiftly and in large quantities.

"I'm sure he would've agreed if you had said something."

Sakura pulled back, fixing herself before she could have an all out break down. "That's just it. He wouldn't. I'm going to take this off, can you get me the other dress?"

Ino dejectedly nodded. If only you knew, forehead.

Sakura just wanted to be home, on her couch, with Sarada, Sasuke (if he was still in the village) and Sarada's new puppy, Cheeky. Sasuke personally hated the dog, her husband being more of a cat man. And Cheeky hated him to. Finding every chance his little Pomeranian self could to bite the broody Uchiha. Sakura laughed the very first time; she swore Sasuke hissed at him. Cheeky never once bit Sakura, though, so it must have been a male dominance thing.

The dress Ino gave to her was simple and black. It was halter topped but slimming everywhere. How could one breathe in such a thing?

"Pig, it's too tight."

"Nonsense! It's perfect. Now, shoes!"

Could this day be over soon? Sooner than soon? She was going to strangle the Yamanaka.

"Sarada."

"Yes, mama?"

"Have you seen your father? He'll miss his favorite breakfast."

"No, sorry." That was a blatant lie, but Sarada was hoping her mother would not sense the spike in her body temperature. She had seen her papa early this morning while her mama slept. He was off to finish the rest of his mission. Sarada did not mistake the disappointment on her mother's gorgeous face. She was sure Sasuke forgot about their anniversary. She wanted to tell her mama he didn't, but that would require compromising the mission. So she silently finished her omelet.

"What do you have planned for the day kiddo?" Sakura sat with her cup of coffee, much sweeter than her husbands ever would come close to be. Four spoons of sugar and two splashes of sweet cream. It was just shy of overpowering sweetness and creeping bitterness.

"I thought I would spend it with you!"

"You want something."

"No!" Sarada blushed, waving her hands and shaking her head. "Papa just felt terrible about leaving is all, he left me a note to take care of you today." Sakura's face softened into some sort of dream state only ever wakened by her father. It was grossly endearing. Which meant the mission was on track to succeed.

"Did he?"

"Yes. He also wanted to give you these. Hold on!" The little Sasuke darted from the kitchen only to return in record time. A hibiscus shrouded in jasmines, lilacs, and a single yellow tulip sat in a crystal vase. The meanings of said flowers were not lost on her. Hibiscus meant delicate beauty, jasmines were grace and elegance, lilacs for first love, and yellow tulip for helpless love. This was much more than she could ever expect from such an aloof creature. He just told her he loved her with some damn flowers. She'd get Ino back for that later, but now her heart yearned for him to be by her side. Her chest ached just a bit more now, a single tear rolled down her cheek.

"Mama? Are you okay?"

"Yes. Sorry I just... your father..."

"I know. He's pretty cool huh?" Sarada hugged her mother, hoping to alleviate some of the pain. "Those mean he loves you right?"

"Yes, baby. He does, both of us." Sakura held her right back.

"I know. Else you wouldn't have had me." She smiled.

"Using our words against me, ne?" She faintly remembers Sasuke saying something similar to their daughter.

"Cheer up! At least he didn't forget it. Boruto said his father does that for all important dates." Sakura chuckled, not finding that difficult to believe.

"Well then, let's spend this day together, okay?"

"Sure thing, mama!"

Papa was going to be so proud of her she could hardly wait!

It was nearing one-thirty in the afternoon and so far Sarada's perfect day out had been exactly what the pinkette needed. They had lunch at a popular sushi place, and then walked around the park. Sakura even took her to see her grandparents. Sarada was much too happy to oblige her mother. The darkness slowly slipped from her eyes as they made their way through Kohona. Sarada even got as so bold as to play hide and seek with her mother. Sakura didn't mind, she even hid herself when her daughter's turn came. They were heading back home when Ino and Hinata intercepted them.

"Come along forehead! We heard you were sad so we came to make you happy!"

"Yes. We hope we are not intruding, Sarada-chan?"

"Of course not, Aunt Hinata, Aunt Ino! Go with them mama. I'll catch up with you later."

Sakura was skeptical. Also a bit bummed her daughter gave her away so easily. "Are you sure?"

"Of course. I mean, that's what friend should do right? Make you feel better when you're upset."

Her child was far in her years when it came to intelligence. Uchiha she was.

"Thank you sweetie."

"Actually, we can make this a girl thing. Sarada come with." Ino waggled a brow as if she knew something the young girl didn't. Ino must have more information about her mission.

"Sure."

"Hair, facials, make up, and nails here we come!" The blonde shouted out, scaring a few patrons on the busy street.

"Even squeals like a pig, eh, Hinata?" Hinata chuckled kindly.

"Say that to my face billboard brow!"

"I thought I did, Ms. Piggy. Maybe I should oink instead?"

"Why you!"

Adults were weird. Especially her temperamental mother and her best friend. Hinata thought the exact same thing.

"What a lovely way to spend a day, huh Sarada?" It was now four, the summer sun still raised in the sky, threatening to dip from its peak.

"Sure was." Sarada was growing nervous, she hadn't received any further instruction and her father was still elusive. What if he really did go on a mission?

"Hey forehead! Let's go back to that dress shop. I wanna show Hinata the dress."

"I guess. I can also return the one I bought."

"Keep it for a rainy day, duh."

"Whatever you say, Oinkers."

"Shut up."

The shopkeeper smiled warmly with a hello, rushing over to help the women.

"Back so soon, Mrs. Uchiha?"

"I was wondering if you still had the dress I tried on yesterday, the one with the flowers?"

"Of course! This way."

It fit the way it did yesterday, save for it sat a little more snugly on her hips and chest. And it wasn't as long. As if it were a different size just for her. The train still maintained it's two feet behind her. Hinata gasped as she looked at her closest friend.

"You are so gorgeous Sakura-chan."

"Yeah, mom..."

Sakura laughed, kissing her child's temple. "Thank you both."

"Miss? A Mr. Uchiha is on the phone."

Her head cocked to the side. How'd he know she was here? "Oh thank you."

"Hello?"

"Happy anniversary, Utsukushīdesu."

"Happy anniversary to you as well, mysterious husband of mine."

"Sarada gave you the bouquet?"

"That she did."

"Perfect. Thank Ino for me?"

Sakura knew it. "Of course, Itoshīdesu."

"I will see you in ten minutes. Also... Beautiful tattoo."

"Wait, hey! Sasuke! Oh you are so dead!"

So he was in the village, just avoiding her! Whatever surprise he had planed better be worth it!

"Oh jeeze! Look at the time come one forehead! We have to go!"

"Wait, Ino! I haven't taken off the dress yet. Ino!"

She took his breath away. Whatever force of gravity was anchoring his gaze to her, he was thankful. Ino and Sarada were miracle workers. Sure he shouldn't have had his child trick his wife, but it needed to be done and done right. And Ino had found the dress Sakura longed for. Naruto went out of his way to gather the entire village to the large garden in the park. Yamato lined the aisle with cherry trees with vines of jasmines lacing the branches with the help of Kakashi creating the waterfall the Priest and he stood in front of. Naruto let Himawari cut out paper chains of hearts and people. Itachi had gone as far as to bake a cake for his younger brother, with help from his mother of course. All this gorgeous scenery and Sasuke couldn't pry his gaze from his wife.

Her long coral tresses were pushed to her right shoulder; tumbling out of the comb he had given her when they first wed. Her emerald eyes decorated in soft coal and lips a tinge of pink. And that dress. That dress that opened down the back modestly and tied around her neck with falling chains of a necklace. The bodice was tight, to the point he pondered if she could breathe, hugging to her upper thigh before fanning out. The sleeves were looser on her slender arms, but it worked so well. And that tattoo.

He had the yang part of her yin, save for instead of a fish, he had gotten a phoenix entirely in black and red. If you squint you would spot feathers the left side of his neck.

Back to Sakura. His gorgeous wife. The one he had tried so fruitlessly to please but wound up hurting. He was going to make this right at this point and time. He will correct the many years of torture she endured with a few words.

When Sakura go to him, he could see the stars that were tears threaten to spill.

"You did all this..."

"Aa."

"And Sarada, Ino and everyone."

"Aa."

Her eyes could not hold the moisture at bay ad the streamed to her chin. Thankfully Ino went light on the waterproof make up.

"I... Sasuke... thank you."

His lopsided grin sent a wave of butterflies to her belly.

"We are gathered here today to..." Sasuke didn't listen a second, instead choosing to loose himself in shimmering jade. She stared back just as in love.

"If you do not mind, the groom has prepared his own vows."

Sasuke was hoping that his reluctance to speak would be overthrown by his love. Here goes nothing. "I may not have always noticed you. Bu you always saw me. When I did notice you, you were there to guide me. You shielded me in my haze, and loved me in my darkest hour. You have loved me since first sight and I am not worthy. And yet you gave me my first child. For that I could never love another. And here I am, making a fool of myself in front of everyone we love. You gave me a world with light. Thank you. For not once giving up on stubborn, calloused me."

If she hadn't previously been crying, she was sure she would be by now. It took all her will to stay put. She did not have vows to be said, but by now, she wasn't certain she could speak.

"Marry them already!" Tsunade yelled, notwithstanding the fact everyone would've bet on Naruto being the comical relief.

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

With a wink and one last surprise, Sasuke dipped her before whispering. "Now I'm your problem forever."

"Don't let me die first. I'll haunt you."

Sasuke actually laughed before kissing his wife.

She was officially Mrs. Sakura Uchiha, wife to Sasuke Uchiha, and mother to Sarada Uchiha. Her life was complete.

Sarada smiled. Mission complete, she thought as she flipped through the picture album. Lord Seventh had cake on his face from his daughter happily getting it all over her own before kissing her daddy. Her parent's sensei's smiling next the the married for real couple. Aunt Ino, Hinata and Tenten stood together to take a random silly picture. Her grandfather's dancing with her Mama and Her grandmothers dancing with Papa. Uncle Itachi had dance with her awhile, bringing a happy smile to Sarada's face. The her parents had sandwiched her between them and danced. Another picture of Sasuke and Sakura kissing each of her cheeks. Naruto dancing with momma and Hinata dancing with papa. One of her and Bolt fighting with cake. Himiwari sleep on her daddy's shoulder. And her favorite ones. The ones of her parents at podium. Her father looking as in love as her mother. And the one of him bending her for a passionate look then kiss. These were the wedding pictures Sarada was searching for. And that was the dress she was wearing when she marries.

She could only hope whomever she married looked at her the way her parents looked at one another.

Utsukushīdesu; Gorgeous

Itoshīdesu; dear