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:5 Years Later:

Gaara held a small child in his arms; the child looked out from the protection of his fathers arms and made a cooing noise while reaching for his sister who sat in a highchair across the table. Gaara kissed him gently on the forehead and placed him in the highchair. Grabbing sippy cups filled with apple juice and slices of strawberries from the fridge and set them in front of the year old children.

Sitting in a chair between the two children, Gaara breathed in deeply of his coffee and sighed. Sitting back in his chair he used his sand powers to clean up the house, long tendrils of sand slinked around the house brandishing dusters or carrying disarrayed objects to their rightful places. The children cooed happily and sucked on their food and made random noises.

A sound from the upper floor ruined their happy family meal time. The sound was followed by a softer one then a mad patter of footsteps on the floor and the stairs. Gaara sighed and leaned back looking at the two children. "Mommy's awake." He called in a voice reserved only for his children. They stared at him blankly and continued chewing their food happily.

A woman with hair the color of the sunset ran into the room, kunai drawn, panting and looking at them in a surprised fashion. Flipping the kunai artfully into the air she chucked it at her husband (who continued sipping his coffee idly) Brushing her long hair behind her shoulder she approached the children and kissed them on the forehead.

Facing her husband she slinked into his lap and grabbed his coffee away from him. "You know it scares me when I wake up to a quiet house." She cooed, sipping on the slightly sweetened coffee. Gaara smiled and wrapped his arms around her curvy waist. Pressing his forehead against hers he smirked. "But Sakura, you know it's my job to worry you." His gravelly voice sent shivers down her spine every time she heard it and she kissed him smartly on the lips. Placing the coffee cup back on the table she stood up and pulled her floor length silk robe around her.

Gaara grunted in annoyance when she removed herself from his lap and returned to his coffee. "You know dear, Hiroshi has already started honing in on his sand controlling powers." Gaara said; studying his only son, a small clone of the sand master himself, as a small cyclone of sand bent toward him as it moved across the kitchen with a duster. Their daughter, Ai, laughed gaily at her brother's trick and with the motion, her tight, brightly colored curls bounced on her head.

Sakura smiled at her son and daughter and took a sip of her coffee. Checking the time she was happy to see that in a number of minutes, her other adopted son was going to drop in for a visit. It had been 5 years since Gaara and Sakura had married and as a mother, Sakura was pleased to say that Naruto would soon be tying the knot, with Hyuuga Hinata.

A few minutes of quiet bliss followed until a loud pounding on the door to their house echoed through the house. Sakura smiled and swept gracefully from the room, answering the door Sakura was immediately engulfed in a hug from a taller and stronger man. "Naruto, I can't breathe!" she gasped pushing the too enthusiastic blonde away from her. Naruto placed his hands on her shoulders and smiled brightly, his eyes crinkling with happy lines.

Sakura couldn't help smiling back and ushered him into the house. "Mornin' Gaara!" he called loudly. Grabbing up the two children Naruto hugged them tightly and they cooed in happiness. Even though they were young they understood who was holding them. "My God, have you two gotten bigger since the last time I saw you? I bet you missed your Aniki!" he kissed them firmly on their foreheads and placed them back in their highchairs.

Plopping down in a chair he smiled at the two older people and rubbed his face with a hand. "My Kami-sama, a wedding is so expensive!" he complained, looking to Sakura for some sympathy. Sakura poured him a cup of coffee and sat in between her husband and her complaining son. "Naruto! Stop complaining, a wedding only comes along once in a lifetime not only are you a Black op, but Hinata has the inheritance of the Hyuuga clan to back her up." Sakura chided punching him lightly in the shoulder.

Naruto sighed and gulped down the burning liquid without flinching. "The wedding is going to be next Wednesday. We're only inviting a small amount of people, just Tsunade, you four, Tem-chan, Kankuro-kun, and a few people from other villages." He rummaged through his neon orange jumpsuit and flung a decorated envelope onto the table and smiling brightly at his adoptive parents and blushed, obviously thinking about his Hinata-chan. Gaara opened the envelope and scanned the text, handing it to Sakura for another reading, and Gaara studied Naruto.

"Have you found a robe of Tuxedo you're going to wear for the ceremony?" Gaara asked this nonchalantly and sipped on his coffee, Naruto thought about it for a moment and paled. "No! Hinata is going to KILL ME!" he began beating his head against the table until Gaara's sand stopped him. "I have my Kimono from my wedding, following Japanese tradition, you'll wear mine." Gaara said this with his eyes closed and relaxed in his chair.

Gaara's Kimono was a startling onyx with a deep red top. The colors could easily be changed and the obi pattern could also be changed. Naruto stared at him with gratitude brimming in his eyes. "We'll stop by the tailors before I head to the office and you head around Suna to pick up the flowers Hinata asked for." Gaara flashed Naruto one of his rare smiled and stood, throwing his mug into the sink, he gestured for Naruto to follow his upstairs.

Leaving Sakura with two messy and rather sticky children to clean up.