The first time Sasuke realizes how impressionable his daughter is, happens two years into his new mission. He receives a call from his wife, his angry, very strong wife.

"Sasuke-kun." There's no, good morning Sasuke-kun. How are you Sasuke-kun? He immediately knows he's in trouble. "Sasuke-kun, guess where our daughter is right now?"

"School?" He knows he shouldn't taunt her, but he can't help it. It's a dumb question.

Sakura lets out a chuckle and he pauses in his movements. She's going to kill him. "Yes Sasuke-kun, our daughter is at school." He's about to ask her why she's upset if their daughter is perfectly fine, but she interrupts him quickly. "Naruto is giving a special lecture to her entire class today, and Sarada has to stay after school everyday this week and help clean the classroom."

Sasuke's eyes narrow. He's not interested in their daughter spending so much extra time with the dobe. "Why must she stay everyday after school?"

Sakura makes a sound that tells him she was waiting for him to ask her this question. "She publically embarrassed the Hokage in the middle of an important meeting with the Mizukage."

And he can't think of anything to say. He's at a loss for words, doesn't know what to tell his wife. He didn't think Sarada was capable of pulling such a stunt. She was too much like both of them, she knew how to act properly.

"Do you want to know what happened?" She doesn't wait for him to answer as she continues. "I sent her to drop off a couple of files, and Naruto let her in. He didn't think she'd be any harm, she's always been respectful. But do you know what she said Sasuke-kun?"

He stops breathing for a moment. He knows. He knows exactly what she said. But he doesn't answer. He doesn't want these to be his last words when his wife kills him.

"She called our Hokage a dobe. A dobe Sasuke-kun. Can you believe it? At first I was so confused, how could our daughter have learned such abrasive language? And then I remembered." He can feel her glaring at him through the phone. This is why he prefers communicating with her through letters.

"Sakura I-"

"Will be helping Sarada next week when she has to clean the classroom everyday after school, and will issue a public apology to Naruto for allowing our daughter to think of the Hokage in such a demeaning manner."

He sighs. His hands are tied, he has no choice. "Okay."

"Oh, and Sasuke-kun?"

"Yes wife?"

"If you teach our new baby any of these new words, I'm going to tattoo 'teme' on your ass."

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The second time he realizes how impressionable his daughter is, is after the birth of their second child. He'd chosen to stay home with his family for a little longer, to help with Sarada's adjustment to having a sibling. Everything had been going fine. Sarada had stopped calling Naruto a dobe, Sakura was less hormonal now that she was no longer pregnant, and he could spend some quality time with his wife.

"Sasuke-kun, could you hand me my nightgown please?" His wife calls from the bathroom, where she has just finished her shower. He leans back on their bed to peek into the crack in the bathroom door, and catches a glimpse of his wife's lean legs from underneath her towel.

He picks up her nightgown from their bed and walks into the bathroom to stand behind his wife, in front of the mirror. He holds the nightgown up for her to see. "This one?"

Sakura hums an affirmative answer and leans back into his body. She rests the back of her head in the junction of his neck and shoulder. "Thank you, darling."

He smirks and presses a kiss to the yin seal on her forehead. "Have you healed completely?" His hand trails down her stomach to her core over the towel, to signify just what he means. They haven't had intercourse since their son was born, due to the time it took for Sakura's body to heal from the birth. And tonight, he really doesn't want to be teased by his wife's mouth for hours on end.

She nods and reaches forward to unravel the towel from her body. "I was hoping you wouldn't make me wait tonight."

He smirks at her reference and reaches down to trace his fingers along the folds of her womanhood. It's been too long since he's heard his wife's moans, and he teases her to the brink and back just to hear more of them. She reaches back to pull his pants from his legs, letting her hands trail down the muscles of his thighs and squeezing gently. He throws his head back to let out a breath as he tries to hold back his groan. He leans forward a little so that his chest presses into her back and forces her to lean over the bathroom sink.

He leans forward to whisper in her ear. "Are you ready?" He doesn't have much patience for more foreplay, he wants her now.

His wife nods frantically as she grips onto the counter in front of her. "Yes Sasuke-kun, please."

But he's stopped by a knock on the door. "Mama?" He's instantly glad he closed and locked the bathroom door behind him.

He lets out a breath and slumps against his wife as he answer for her. "Yes Sarada?"

"Is Mama okay?"

He lets out a breath of a silent chuckle and presses kisses into his wife's back. He's not going to stop this for anything. "She's fine."

"What are you guys doing in there?"

"We're about to have sex Sarada." His wife tenses beneath him, and he thinks he might have made a mistake.

But his daughter is quiet for a moment behind the door. "Oh." She finally answers. "Well, goodnight papa." He hears her feet scamper back to her room.

Sakura's face is hidden in her arms, and the back of her neck is red. "I'm going to kill you." She groans in embarrassment.

He shakes his head and continues the movements of his fingers. "Can we finish this first?"

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It's a few days later when they are having dinner with his in-laws that he regrets his bluntness with his daughter.

"Sarada honey, how have you been enjoying having your father home?" Her grandmother asks as she serves her granddaughter a bowl of rice.

Sarada shrugs as she picks up her chopsticks. "It's been alright I guess. It's been hard to sleep at night, because Mama and Papa are really loud when they're having sex."