He always spent one night a year eating chocolates.
Her favorite chocolates. Dark chocolates.
It had been this way for years now. The day changed slightly every year.
It was the night Sasuke left (again), leaving Sakura perplexed and slightly angry. She shoved the small chocolates in her mouth, spitting angry jabs at the Uchiha while Kakashi just lounged, lazily placing chocolates in his mouth.
The second year was on his birthday. He had planned to spend it alone, reading quietly like he usually did. But Sakura barged in, setting up camp on his floor.
He watched her pull out bags of chocolates and a bottle of wine, with a cheeky grin.
That night he ended up slightly tipsy, planting small chocolate tasting kisses up and down her slightly tipsy body.
The next was her birthday, where she had the bold idea to place small bits of chocolate in various places and have Kakashi sniff them out.
That...that was his favorite.
The next year was his first alone. It was Sakura's wedding day.
To Sasuke. Who convinced her to marry him within weeks of his reappearance. He wasn't invited (not like he would have gone anyways).
The next year was one their daughter's first birthday. Despite Kakashi understanding how making babies worked, he couldn't help but think if Sasuke would have just stayed away for a few more months...
Maybe little Sarada would have been his. His pride. His joy.
His baby.
