Mikoto looked into her youngest son's room through the tiny opening in the door. It was just after dawn and the first rays of light were peaking into the room leaking a reddish-gold light into the room through the window. Sasuke was sprawled on his side, using his arm as a pillow since Sakura seemed to have hogged them during the night. His face, peaceful and unreserved, was facing towards his friend. Sakura was curled up close to him, the very image of innocence; her left hand was under her cheek while a few strands of her pink hair fell over her face, tickling her nose and falling onto the crisp white pillows. Her legs were tucked up close to her body and it seemed as if she was having some sort of dream because occasionally her face would twitch into different expressions. Her right arm was stretched out towards Sasuke but Mikoto couldn't see her hand. She backed up and felt a tall body standing behind her. She turned to her husband who was looking into the room with an amused look.

"That's my boy!" he murmured quietly. Mikoto rolled her eyes. "Idiot." They heard slow steps coming towards them. Itachi had woken up and had decided to go down the hall to check up on the two younger kids. His ponytail was in complete disarray and his eyelids were heavy with sleep. He stopped when he saw his parents. His gaze went from them to the door they had been looking into and a small smile made its way to his lips. "You've seen them." His voice was a tired whisper as he pushed a few strands of hair out of his face. Fugaku's amused look turned into a full-blown grin and Mikoto turned to look into the room again.

"Did you see their hands?" Itachi asked. His mother shook her head and stood on tip-toes to try and catch a glimpse. Itachi pushed the door and both his parents tensed as the door slowly swung open. "It can't be more than two or three hours since they fell asleep. There's no way in hell they'll wake up easily any time soon." Mikoto sent him a dirty look. "Watch your language." didn't need to be uttered. They carefully picked their way through the room while Itachi watched them from the door. They reached the foot of the bed without making a single sound.

Sakura's right hand, which looked to be outstretched towards Sasuke from the door, was actually firmly clasped in Sasuke left. Sasuke, for his part, was holding her hand close to his chest and seemed to actually be nuzzling it with his nose.

None of the room's occupants had noticed that Itachi had slipped away and returned. He crept into the room behind his parents. The sound of a picture being taken startled the elder Uchihas. They turned and saw their eldest son checking to see how the picture came out. He smirked at them and flashed a thumbs up before sneaking back to his room.

They left the room and got ready for bed. Mikoto had already gotten comfortably under the blankets and was waiting for her husband to finish his last round of the house. She felt his chakra spike and knew that he was trying to sense if there were any intruders in the grounds. Shortly after he walked back in and slipped into the bed. Now that she was certain that there would be no need of her anymore that night she let herself relax completely so that she seemed to sink into the mattress even more. She felt her husband's hand stroke her cheek and turned to look at him.

"Tired?" he asked. She scoffed and closed her eyes. "That was nothing. Do you have any idea what it's like looking after your sons? Especially with all the training they both do to impress you? I have to be on constant alert." She let him pull her into his embrace and set her hands on his arms. "This?" she continued. "This was a piece of cake." He chuckled. "It can't be that bad." He muttered, caressing her waist. She stayed silent for a moment while he traced the outline of her neck with his lips.

"Well. Itachi does seem to have outgrown it… and Sasuke has calmed down a bit since he met Sakura." She said after a while. She felt him smile against her skin. "How long do you think it'll be before he holds her like I'm holding you now?" he whispered nipping her neck lightly.

"I don't know." She murmured. "But you're the one talking to her parents when he does." He laughed then fell silent. She knew that silence. It was the one that always came before a subject her husband found really important, even if he didn't want to admit it. "What are the chances of our grandsons having pink hair?" he muttered. She smiled. "Why don't we start worrying about ourdaughter-in-law first?" she said. He said nothing which she took to be an agreement. His hands went to her flat stomach stroking it gently.

She had just begun to nod off when he spoke again. "We did well, didn't we?" he asked. "Hm?"She mumbled, in her sleepy state she couldn't quite understand what he was talking about. "With the boys." He clarified. "We did well." She smiled and hummed her agreement. He pulled her closer to his body and lifted himself so that he was looking her in the eye. "How do you think they'd react to another brother?" he asked. "Or maybe a sister?" he said grinning. She knew that grin, too. She'd seen it on the nights that Itachi and Sasuke were conceived. She pushed him back down onto the mattress. "Sleep now. We'll talk about it tomorrow." Her husband gave a dejected sigh but pulled her closer.

Apparently Fugaku wasn't the only male in the house who wanted some attention. To Mikoto it felt like she had barely shut her eyes when she felt a small body launch itself at her gently but with enough force to startle her out of her sleep. Her youngest son was clinging to her body and apparently refused to let go. She smiled and pulled him closer to her. Sasuke rarely let her hold him like that anymore. They stayed like that for a while; Sasuke didn't move from his mother's warm embrace. "Don't ever leave again." He whimpered once he was sure his mother wasn't going to disappear. "Alright." She whispered as he snuggled even closer to her.

She realized that Fugaku was nowhere to be found and decided that it was time for her to go make breakfast .She lifted her son up in her arms since he was latched on to her with tremendous strength and walked to the kitchen. When she walked in the sound of fire from the stove quickly reached her ear and she found her missing husband serving food onto five plates and setting them onto the table. He turned around when he felt her come in and smiled.

" 'morning." He said as he washed his hands and dried them on the kitchen towel. "I was wondering where Sasuke had run off to. He saw me in here and zoomed out of the kitchen faster than I've ever seen him move." He ran his hand through Sasuke's hair affectionately. "I guess he just missed you." He laughed as she swatted his hand away from Sasuke's hair. "So what if I did?" Sasuke's voice muttered from his mother's shoulder. "Besides, you're just jealous because she likes me better." He said turning around and smirking at his father. A scowl formed on Fugaku's face as he looked at his son's incredibly irritating smug look. "Why you little…" he muttered under his voice turning back to the food. Mikoto laughed at the exchange between the two. "Sasuke, why don't you go get Sakura down here for breakfast?" she said setting him back down on the floor. "Okay." He said quietly, walking out the door. He hadn't gone far when he popped his head back in. "Will you sit beside me?" he asked. She nodded reassuringly and a brilliant smile formed on his young face as he left to wake his friend. She went behind her husband and wrapped her arms around his waist, placing a kiss to his shoulder to numb the brutal blow that had been inflicted to his male ego by his seven year old son.

AN:// Hey guys! Here's the new chapter, hope you like it. Enjoy. Oh, and check out my oneshots if you enjoy slightly more angsty SasuSaku!

P.S. You might want to check the previous chapters cuz there are a few minor changes a made but it might confuse you just a tiny bit if you've already been reading this for a while.