Lovely #10

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"Papa."

"Hmm?"

"I'm getting married."

Sasuke's eyes widened and began to tear as he choked on the dark liquid in his bright orange mug, setting the ceramic ware down carefully before leaning against the table on propped elbow. He coughed harshly and swallowed before staring incredulously over at his daughter who had ignored his strife and continued to swirl her Lucky Charms around with her spoon.

"You most certainly are not."

"Yes, Papa, I am." She met his eyes and said it with such conviction that Sasuke was momentarily stunned by her bravado. Natsuki sat forward, putting down the spoon before interlacing her tiny, chubby fingers in front of her. "His name is Ryo and we have been in love for a long time."

Sasuke merely raised an eyebrow. "And how long is a long time?"

A twitch of a smirk alighted her face. "Two weeks!" she chirped proudly, and displayed two fingers in the air. A serious press of her lips lit up her face as she continued, "I am going to need a wedding dress and a crown."

"-You mean, a veil-"

"-No, Papa. A crown. Geez." She rolled her big eyes as Sasuke's own flitted back and forth trying to reason with her.

Brushing fingers through his hair, he said, "Well, it's not like I doubt... your sincerity, darling, but how do you know he really, ah... loves you too? I mean, marriage is a big step."

She sighed before leaning her chubby cheek against a palm, propped against the table, Lucky Charms forgotten as if she realized it would be difficult to get the older man to accept her groom of choice.

'Obviously, it's because he looks at me the same way you look at Daddy." Sasuke merely blinked at her as she picked up the bowl, promptly gulped down the rest of the cereal and milk and hopped off the chair. "Now, I'm going to get ready for school."

She toddled out of the room, sideswiping the door jamb as Sasuke's blond-haired boyfriend came through the door, ruffling Natsuki's brown curls lightly and chuckling as he made his way over to envelope Sasuke in his normal morning glomps.

"Good morning, my dear~" he chirped and pressed a kiss to Sasuke's temple before pulling back, noticing the shock on the others' face. "What's up?"

Sasuke shook his head incredulously and squeezed the bridge of his nose. Leaning back in the chair, he muttered, "Our six-year-old is getting married to some kid who makes googly eyes at her on the playground."

Naruto wiggled his way in between Sasuke's bent knees and the table, leaning back casually against it and causing the wrinkles in his "JUST DO IT!" t-shirt to stand out. Letting out a small chuckle, he said, "Oh, Ryo? What's wrong with that? He's a nice kid- always waits with Natsu when we come late." When Sasuke let out a miffed sound, Naruto faked a shocked expression, pressing a hand up against his chest. "You mean you wouldn't allow such a gentleman our beloved's hand in marriage?!"

At that, Sasuke leveled Naruto with a flat glare, tugging lightly at the edge of his shirt. "Of course not. She's six."

Naruto rolled his eyes but pressed forward.

"Daughter complex."

"Please... It's not that complicated."

"All right, stingy then."

A low growl was emitted between Sasuke's thin lips as Naruto shuffled forward more to straddle his lap, wrapping tanned arms around the other's neck and bringing his lips to Sasuke's ear. Whispering conspiratorially, he said, "Natsuki's gonna be busy for at least another 15 minutes doing her hair. How about I give you something to really make googly eyes about?"

Needless to say, the prospect of walking his daughter down the aisle quickly vacated the pale man's mind.