Title: Kazoku
Summary: It's not often that Sakura gets to sneak up on Sasuke.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Well, save for the addition you'll be sure to notice.
Prompt: Watching
Rating: K
Warning(s): None
Comments: I wasn't able to post much of anything for the remainder of SS Month due to my laptop getting repaired. Not to worry, I still plan on posting one-shots for the prompts and maybe even a little more after that.
It's not often that Sakura gets to sneak up on Sasuke. In all actuality, she's never been able to sneak up on him in the entirety of the fifteen years since they were placed on Team Seven; so she's quite surprised to find that there is no inclination of him registering her presence as she walks into their shared abode after an invigorating dinner out with her best friends.
Usually he welcomes her home with a soft "okaeri" or perhaps opens the door before she can fish out her keys, but tonight she's greeted with nothing but the usual silence that befalls their home at eleven at night. The kunoichi gently removes her dressy civilian shoes—which given any other circumstance would be impractical, but still beautiful to look at nonetheless—and gently makes her way deeper into the house with a good idea as to where her husband of two years might be lurking.
Sakura is not surprised when she finds him within the pale blue walls of their son's nursery, seated in the plush armchair that sits in a corner. One arm is holding a swaddled bundle of baby blue, the other a bottle from which two-month-old Uchiha Haruo greedily drinks his fill as he stares intently at his father's face before closing his eyes sleepily.
She's not sure how long she's standing there, leaning against the doorframe and watching as father and son interact with one another, but it seems to be a while before little Haruo finishes his milk. She watches with a soft expression as her husband gently withdraws the bottle from Haruo's mouth before carefully getting to his feet; he doesn't even fumble when he expertly lays open a burp cloth over his shoulder and maneuvers their son respectively. Sasuke catches her eye the moment he positions the baby onto his shoulder for a post-feeding burp, his eyes unsurprised, but with noticeable warmth added to their depths. The pink-haired medic-turned-wife-turned-mother makes no move, allowing her husband to take on his role as caretaker to their son.
They both know that despite his wishes, Sasuke doesn't get to spend all that much time in taking physical care of Haruo.
It's only after Haruo gives a sleepy yawn and Sasuke gently places him back in his crib when she passes the threshold. She walks over to them, one hand gently running along her son's soft black hair and caressing a pudgy cheek before turning to face Sasuke. Sakura isn't very surprised to find him staring at her intently.
"Welcome home." He murmurs.
Sakura merely smiles in return before leaning in and pressing a kiss to Sasuke's lips. "Thank you." She whispers against his mouth.
"Thank you." He replies.
Haruo means "spring man". In Kazoku, Haruo is born just a few weeks shy of Sakura's birthday. He has also inherited her eyes.
I kind of like the recurring theme of spring. Sakura and Haruo are the end to Sasuke's long winter of loneliness.
