Hey readers! So, I apologize because I planned on updating earlier today but I got tired, took a break and I decides to take a nap. But here it is! I made a goal to update before 5, but that turned to 5:30 and now my goal is 6:00!

So, I actaully didn't plan on updating today AT ALL. But, I was making breakfast this morning... And it gave me inspiration for the chappie. Haha, you'll see what happens later on and probably know what I'm talking about. Sakura and I went through the same struggle this morning. But I worked hard on it. This is a self-written chapoie, just like the last one and the other couple of chapters in this story.

I hope you all like this chapter! Thanks for the reviews, new favorites and follows. I love you all!

Chapter 25: Dinner with the Fam'

Written By: Kumi-Chan/Tobi-Is-Fluffy-Chan

Disclaimers: Simone Elkeles owns Perfect Chemistry, Kishimoto-sempai owns the characters we all love, Kumi-Chan owns the thought of doing so, add-one, edits, some chappies and this one right here!

"... So tell me again, why in the hell we are having breakfast, lunch and dinner at our small apartment with my family and your family?" I had to ask again, to the pink-headed girl I gave my life to.

Okay, I loved Sakura.

I loved how crazy she was sometimes...

But this was just beyond anything that I could handle!

Dinner with my family?!

And her family?!

Sakura sighed, looking cute in the light green apron she sported over her lacy underwear. "Because, Sasuke! This will give us a chance to prove to my parents that I am not stupid and crazy!" Pinkie continued pouring pancake mix into a large mixing bowl. "And also... I want to show your mother that I am not immature and show your brothers that I can take care of you!"

I close my eyes, sitting back in the folding chair and leaning my elbow on the card-table we called a dining room set. I shook my head, smirking. Pinkie did always like a challenge... But this... This was just crazy.

"Shit!" She cursed, turning off the running water from the faucet. "I put too much water in the mix!" She whined, slamming the bowl of soup-like pancake mix on the granite counters. The concoction of watery-mix splashed in her face and she turned beet red, filled with anger. "Shit! Fuck! Damn! Shit! Ugh!" She yelled, taking her apron and throwing it on the floor.

Pinkie marched angrily over to the half bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

Let's see.

One, two, three, four and five.

"By the way, Pinkie?"

"What?!" She shouted from behind the door.

I snicker. "That's 50 ryo in the swear jar!" I eye the jar of collected ryo and coins on top of the refrigerator.

What? It was her idea in the first place. She thought an engaged couple shouldn't cuss at each other or cuss around each other. It sure did surprise the hell out of me, because I never knew Pinkie had a pottie-mouth. Maybe when she was drunk, but wow.

"Shit!" She curses again, and I hear a loud bang coming from the other side of the bathroom door.

Before I could add on another one she shouts, "That doesn't count!"

I grin widely, but then yawn, eyeing the big clock hanging on the wall, opposite to the kitchen.

5:02 a.m

What the hell? Had we really been up this early?

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"Aw, no!" I heard Sakura cry once again.

I jumped up from our bed and rushed into the kitchen. "What's wrong?" I quickly ask, grabbing her hips.

Tears are forming in the corners of her emerald-green eyes and Sakura is pouting. She points with the spatula in her hand and my eyes see a slightly burnt, but fluffy, over-sized pancake. "They won't come out right!" She stomps a bunny-slippered foot on the tiles of the floor, and starts attempting to flip the pancake. She gives up and looks down at her bunny skippers, frowning.

"What's the big deal?" I ask her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"My parents won't want to eat a burnt pancake!" She whines.

I sigh. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, Pinkie... I'll eat your burnt pancakes." I kiss her on the cheek.

Sakura turns to face me, beaming a hopeful smile. "Really?"

I nod.

Couldn't be that bad right? I've eaten burned and singed senbei Itachi tried to cook up before.

Sakura jumps for joy, and slides to the right, picking up a plate stacked with gigantic, burnt pancakes.

"Damn!" I yell, biting my bottom lip. "I-I mean, damn as in those look good enough to eat.." I correct myself when her smiles fades.

Sakura winks an eyebrow up and leans all of her weight on one leg.

She looked sexy doing that, but instead of telling me to make love to her, Sakura holds out the plate to me. "Eat up if they look so good."

I gulp.

I take the plate from her. But getting a good look at these... one, two, three... TEN burnt, pancakes...

"... Sorry, Pinkie. I'm... not that hungry anymore..."

I couldn't. I'm sorry.

Sakura glares and turns back to the frying pan on the stove, looking at the pancake cooking.

It's stuck to the pan.

I sigh, feeling the urge to pinch the bridge of my nose, but instead, I place the others on the counter and turn the eye on the stove down. I take the spatula from her, slicking up on some butter. I place the butter in the frying pan, and we both watch as it sizzles and bubbles.

Seconds later, I easily flip the pancake, just to see that it is black and burnt on the other side.

I turn to Sakura, who has started crying.

Smirking but then letting out a heavy sigh, I turn off the stove, and move the frying pan with the pancake onto an un-heated stove-eye.

Wrapping my arms around her slightly curvy waist, I pull my girl close to me, staring into her watery eyes. "What's wrong?"

Sakura

I snap my eyes shut when he asks me what's wrong.

What's wrong is that I can't cook right! I'm so stressed out with these things and my pancakes are burnt!

When I don't answer, he nuzzles his nose in between my collarbone and neck, making me loosen up a bit, but I am still sad. "Pinkie..." He murmurs to me in a husky tone, making me get little butterflies in the lower pit of my stomach.

I still don't answer, but now, he is making my spine shiver. Sasuke's strong hands are slowly roaming up and down my bare back. I can feel my face getting hot.

"Don't tell me you have a fever." He teases, kissing the side of my neck.

Okay... maybe I was ready to tell him... or maybe I wanted to enjoy him some more...

Shaking my head, I lowly moan as he starts trailing light kisses from my shoulder all the way up to my jawbone. His tongue grazes my bottom lip.

I love Sasuke's kisses.

Sasuke's wet tongue gingerly flicked across my upper lip, and I just as carefully opened my mouth a bit. He was so gentle with me; I felt dazed and content with his soft, pale lips and body touching mine. His tongue met mine and twisted caringly around it as if he wanted to lure me into him.

He was such a tease.

Our lips leisurely moved against one another, as one of his exploring hands slid easily down my shoulder, all the way to my bra, gently unclipping it.

I let out a moan as he playfully grabbed my butt, and then proceeded to move my bra aside. He backed me up into the counter, breaking the kiss as I nibbled at his bottom lip. "Want to tell me what's wrong or no?" He rasped, taking a breather.

Did I dare say no?

I shake my head, which makes him force me back into the counters. Sasuke responded more eagerly, gripping my hip bone and leaning into me from between my legs.

His lips moved against mine more quickly than before as they became more animated and passionate. He trailed his hands up my smooth back, immediately lowering his head to my breasts and circling my nipples with his tongue.

I couldn't help enjoy this.

I leaned back on my hands and moaned. I could feel his free hand cup and massage my unattended breast, and I arched into him.

But a sudden click made me escape my currently lived-fantasy.

This wasn't any ordinary click.

My slightly closed eyes opened and darted to the big, decorative clock hanging on the wall.

6:22 a.m

My mother didn't believe in a late breakfast. My father ate like a modest pig; stuffing his face, while being neat and considerate at the same time. That meant I had to have enough time to re-cook, straighten up and redecorate, not to mention make an extra table of food for my dad! Oh, and pre-cook lunch!

But... I didn't want to stop...

"Sas-uke..." I managed to say, without giving him the thought that he should continue further.

He stopped his actions and studied my face, with his mysterious, onyx-colored eyes. He was about to open his mouth to say something, but I silenced him with a quick peck. "We're going to have to pause for a second, because my parents will be here in about two hours, along with yours and then I have movers com-"

There was a knock at the door.

Right on time, too.

I let go of him, and shook out his grasp, collecting my bra and rushing into our bedroom. "Get the door." I told him. "You don't want the movers to see me dressed like this do you?" I winked at him.

Sasuke

A giant box sat in front of us, in open space of our apartment. On the box was a printed image of a glamorous, cherry-wood and silver carved dining room set. My blink my eyes twice, before snapping them shut and opening them again. When I turn to face Sakura, now dressed in a night gown that, covered most of her body/curves, which was also baggy on her, I then realize she was watching me the whole entire time.

She motions to the giant box.

I look at it and then look back at her.

"What?" I say.

"... Put it together, and hide our old table and chairs." She looks back at the folding table and chairs I got for 20 ryo at a garage sale.

I shrug my shoulders. "But why? I like our old table and chairs..."

Sakura places her hands on her hips. "Sasuke, those are actually meant for hosting card games and playing poker. Not for dining with my family and your family."

I roll my eyes at her. "Another attempt to impress your parents and show my family that even you have more than me and them combined together."

I think saying that has offended her, and at the moment I don't care. I only agreed to all of this today because I thought it'd make Sakura happy. Even after a year, I still realize that we both come from two completely different worlds.

"Well." She simply says. She doesn't say anything because she then pushes past me and is about to go in our room. "I'm only trying to make things better for us. In order for this whole marriage thing to work out... my family has to get along with your family. Your family needs to like me and vice versa. You know this!"

I let out a sigh, walking over to her and hugging her. "I know... I'm sorry."

It's true what she says. And I know it. I kiss her on the cheek.

Pinkie lets out a heavy sigh, arching her back, and stretching a bit... The year has been good to her, as always. My girl still had it, and she still was as flexible. Which turned me on. She should join the cheerleading squad at our college so I can watch her strut around in the pom-outfits...

I kiss her covered chest, making her almost fall, but of course, I was there to catch her.

She smiles at me and kisses my lips, gently. "Thanks, Sasuke."

Just one thing bothered me though. "Are you assuming that just because I am an Uchiha, I'd automatically know how to put together a dining room table and matching chairs?"

Sakura giggles but shakes her head, leaning close to me. "No, Sasuke. But I do know that you did restore Sasu and put it together."

Sasu. My old motorcycle. How I missed, Sasu. I roll my eyes at her, though. "Alright, I'll get to working. And you, too." I playfully slap her on the ass and we both get to our jobs for today. "Oh, and you owe me."

Her perfectly arched eyebrows furrow.

"After this is all over, it's my turn to do some work... on you." - "I expect round one, two, and three."

She blushes and I smirk evilly. "Don't even think of chickening out, either."

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I watch as Sakura places a bouquet of different arranged flowers in a circular vase. She centers in on the new and expensive dining room table. The table is ironically placed in the middle of our apartment, in between the open kitchen and the "den" area.

It wasn't that big to begin with. We were on the second floor of this apartment area, which was just within walking distance from our college. Yoshiko's home was a block or two, away. It was very convenient for all of us.

It was a one bedroom, two and a half bathroom. The living room space was divided with the kitchen area and we were lucky enough to be granted a fair-sized balcony, enough to sit some lawn chairs and a end table on it. The size of this place wasn't a problem for me, and Sakura didn't seem to mind either.

In fact, this place reminded me of my old home back in the south side of Konoha; minus my brothers and my bedroom and a separate kitchen area. Sakura was now replacing all of our light bulbs with LED, gas light bulbs. I had to admit, even though it was typically unnecessary in my eyes, it did brighten up the place.

She really did want to impress the both of our families.

In the past 30 minutes, Sakura managed to spruce up our basic apartment. She made it a little more fancy, but also comforting. She mopped the floors with bleach and pine-sol; any and every type of type of cleaner. She hid our plastic plates, cups and forks and replaced them with glass and decorated silverware. Pinkie even hung up simple paintings.

What made me protest to the redecorating was the fact that she managed to get her hands on something that I painted in art class. She even had it framed in bronze and silver. This girl even hung it right by the door for everyone to see.

I notice the rugs placed out and the table decorated with a lace cloth. Something I was happy to see was the multicolored afghan my mom gave to me before leaving Konoha. It was neatly folded onto the loveseat sofa we had. And the scented candles were carefully place in an order on the glass end table right in front of the sofa. Sakura even stacked the magazines in order from smallest to largest.

Oh, yeah. She totally worked her ass off.

After placing out ivory-colored place mats in front of every chair on the set, cherry-wood table, Sakura smiled, observing all of the effort and hard work she put forth. She slumped over, stretching and yawning.

"Well!" She beamed, her eyes twinkling. "All that's left to clean up is us!"

Sakura

In ten minutes the door would be knocked on and my parents would be walking into my apartment, judging my very life. Today would determine if I am fit enough to be a Haruno and an Uchiha...

Sasuke was now getting ready. He was in our bedroom's bathroom, washing his face and combing his hair. I sigh, looking into the half-bathroom's mirror.

I made sure to dress appropriately for my picky mother. I wore a light blue, button down and short-sleeved shirt made of silk. It was tucked into my contrast but matching dark blue, high-waisted pants - not jeans. I didn't need her calling me a hill-billy.

To make up for my uncovered arms, because mom considered visible arms to be un-modest, I covered up with a white, wool cardigan.

Matching white, buckled sandals; check.

Non-chipped hot pink nail polished toes; check.

Clean, dirt free and neatly filed, clear-polished finger nails; check.

Blemish free face; check.

Neatly done hair; check.

Everything seemed cute, simple. Perfect.

I had a roast in the oven, a fresh cut and covered salad and nice, chilled ice-tea in the fridge. All ready for lunch.

Breakfast was cooked and ready to be served. I had scrambled eggs in a decorated bowl, toast on a silver platter, crisp, turkey-bacon, fruit salad and Sasuke's perfectly flipped and golden pancakes. Not to mention fresh-squeezed orange juice and cold water; All set on the table.

Nothing could go wrong. This was going to be perfect.

A light knock on the door, made me shake. I sighed heavily and did breathing exercises to calm myself down. I whispered for Sasuke and he peaked out the bedroom door. I waved him over, rolling my eyes when I saw his button-up shirt not buttoned, revealing his slightly tattooed, but chiseled chest. I quickly buttoned them for him, as he smoothed over his hair, pretending not to hear the more louder knocks at the door.

Grabbing his hand, I took a deep breath again, smiling before walking over to the door to open it.

My parents... uncomfortably close to one another, side-by-side, rest on the other side of the door. I slowly open it, flashing them a warm smile. I hug my mother and hung my father, guiding them in.

"Hi, mom and dad." I say, as they walk past me, into my home, automatically surveying their surroundings.

The two of them haven't seemed to notice Sasuke yet, considering the fact that they were peeking in the only two doors in this apartment.

My mother cleared her throat, finally paying attention to our presence and shrugged off her coat. "Good morning would be a better term, Sakurako..."

I nod, smiling again and hugging her. This time she hugs back and I take her coat, hanging it on the rack, by the door. I kiss my dad on the forehead as he settled himself at the table. "Pretty, uh... place you got here, Sakura." He sheepishly remarks, looking around again.

"Pretty small, I'd say." My mother adds in, taking a seat next to him.

I grab Sasuke's hand, leading him over to the other side of the table. "Mom, Dad... don't forget Sasuke."

My mother scrunches her nose a bit. She relaxes her stiffened shoulders and sighs. "Good morning, Sasuke."

My dad waves half-heartedly, not particularly paying attention, but checking out the silverware I had laid out. "When will your parents be getting her, Sasuke?" My dad questions, this time looking at his finger nails.

"Well, sir... my ma' will be a little late. She had to get herself and my brothers ready; not to mention the drive."

"Exactly how long is late, Sasuke?" My mother inquires, frowning a bit. She leans forward, waiting for his answer.

Sasuke was leaned against the counters in kitchen, and he shrugged his shoulders. "Give or take 20 minutes. I spoke to her on the phone about 40 mins' ago."

My mom didn't like the sound of his tone.

The look on her face makes me want to cry because she looked annoyed. Or rather pissed.

My dad...

Well, he was just being him.

Not even in the world. Or just plain tired.

"I hope they get here in less time." He blurts out, shaking his head. He ruffles his hands through his short, white hair. "I am very hungry."

Sasuke almost burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry, did I say anything funny?" The middle aged man asked, confusion washing all over his face.

I want to punch Sasuke right now.

"No..." He snickers, shaking his head, his black side bangs, whipping against his pale face. "Sorry, sir, it's just that... well, that was a very blunt statement and I'm hungry, too."

My dad pauses for a second, before he and Sasuke both start laughing. My mother's lips twitch as if she wants to join in... or did I imagine that?

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After another 10 minutes, there are frantic knocks at the door. Sasuke and I glance at each other before he gets up to answer them. He peeks his eye in the peep-hole, before taking a deep breath and opening the door.

His mother rushes in, dressed in a grand, navy blue kimono. Her red gekka-sandals click and clack against the tiled floor and she hugs her son, giving him a big kiss on the cheek, in which he smiles but then wipes it away. "Sorry, I'm late, Sasuke Uchiha," I smirk as he frowns when she says his full name.

"Your brothers are so complicated. Especially that Ichigo! Only 12-years old and has the mouth of your late father when he lost a game of cards to the Uchiha's old rivals, the Namikaze." She scolds but afterwards chuckles to herself, before turning towards the open door. I notice my mother and father exchange glances, which makes me nervous.

Mikoto Uchiha, unaware of my parents and me being in the same room as her, yells, "Itachi and Ichigo! Come on up here! We have to do this for your brother." Mikoto pinches Sasuke's cheeks, in which he groans, trying to shake out of her grasp.

I find myself giggling at them. Sasuke's mother is different from my mom. She's careful, but not as cautious as my mother. Protecting her three sons like a female lion... she's very kind and light-hearted, but stern. My mom is all of those things, slightly. Exclude the light-hearted trait.

Itachi, Sasuke's older brother makes his way over to our apartment door, walking in and dragging his and Sasuke's youngest brother, Ichigo behind him. "Let me go!" Ichigo seethes, trying to break Itachi's iron grasp. "I don't wanna eat over at Sasuke's girlfriends! Let me go!"

Itachi acknowledges Sasuke by using his pointer and middle finger to jab him on the forehead; it was a weird sign of communication between the two of them. It was something I could never understand, but as long as they were both happy, I was happy and content.

Sasuke glares at his little brother, making such a ruckus and both Uchiha brothers, Itachi and Sasuke, thump him on the head, making him yell even louder. Mikoto has to jump in, scolding the older brothers for making the situation worse. She pinches Ichigo to get him to be quiet and forces him back outside the apartment, before slamming the door behind her.

There is an awkward silence...

I suddenly got the feeling that maybe this was a bad idea...

A few minutes later, Mikoto was lighting knocking at the door. When she was let back in, there was a reformed Ichigo, smiling like he was The Joker. He was holding the red obi that tied her kimono together, and only moved if she moved...

Her future grand-kids would not know what hit them... Hopefully, the grandchildren part actually happened!

Sasuke

Awkward silence.

That's all that was heard at this dining room table that Pinkie made me put together.

Us Uchihas sat on one side and the Haruno sat on the other side.

Ichigo was picking at his turkey-bacon with one of the silver forks Sakura had laid out. Remind me to slap him one day for commenting, what the hell is this? This isn't bacon!

I swear that boy is worse than me a year ago!

Itachi was modestly eating his fruit salad, sitting up straight and displaying the most proper etiquette I never knew he possessed. He even made a show of folding his napkin and placing it in my lap. By the looks Sakura's mother was giving him, she probably preferred Sakura to date him and be engaged to him instead of me... Show off.

Sakura took a sip of her orange juice, clearing her throat. "Um... so mom, I called Yoshi's home today. And her consular said she could only be released for one mealtime. I chose dinner... if that is okay with you?"

I wanted to kiss Sakura at the fact that she tried to bring up a conversation... even though it was only one-sided and my mother had no idea that Yoshiko existed or who the hell she was.

Sakura's mother was silent, using her fork to stab a piece of scrambled eggs. She neatly placed it in her mouth and chewed, using her napkin to wipe her mouth. So once again, in my eyes... it was so unnecessary.

She took a sip of orange juice and then a long gulp of water. We were all watching her, until she decided to speak, "Well, I assume that was a proper decision."

Wow.

Talk about conversation killers.

Sakura nodded, cutting up her pancake some more and neatly eating a piece. She repeated her mom's actions with the whole napkin-wipe thing, sip orange juice, then drink water bit.

Maybe her mother would like me if I did that.

I turned to face Ichigo who was now drowning his single pancake with syrup. I was about to kick him under the table but my mother blurted out, "Ichi, don't you think that's enough syrup?"

Ichigo kept pouring. "No, ma'. I need lots."

Itachi let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. He closed his eyes, simply reaching over beside him and slapping our brother on the back of his head.

Ichigo was about to have an outburst, but I think he noticed Sakura's pleaded expression. She was desperate for this to go well. I sigh, giving a look to my mother and then my two brothers, so they'd get the point.

"Sakura... this breakfast is good. It's a little different from what the Uchiha clan eats, because it's missing some traditional pieces."

Sakura smiled, which made me smile. "Well, thank you, Mrs. Uchiha. I've had some of your senbei before and it is very delicious! Hopefully I'd be able to learn the recipe soon..."

My mom almost choked on her water but then started chuckling. "I'm sorry, dear. Senbei is strictly an Uchiha-family-recipe."

Ichigo, chewing with his mouth open, "Yeah! You're no Uchiha, Sakura. You can't know!" Some of his chew-up pancakes fell out his mouth and he used his fingers to pick it right back up.

Sakura's mother gasped, rolling her eyes. "Please. Teach your boy some manners." She simply said, turning her head the other way.

My mother glared at Sakura's mom.

Uh, oh.

I gently kick my mom under the table so she calms down.

Thank goodness she was understanding, because she did, and continued to eat her food.

There was another awkward silence.

"So, Sasuke." Ichigo called out, smirking to me.

I look at him, very annoyed. "What."

"I can clearly see that you hit Sakura every day."

"Excuse me?" Sakura blurted out, leaning forward. She was trying not to notice the appalled look on her mother's face and her father, who paused in the middle of eating. Their two pairs of hawk eyes were resting on me. Shit, Ichigo. Shit.

"Sasuke does not hit me. Ever."

"No, no! Not like a punch, or hit, but you know..." Ichigo starts shaking in his chair, holding on to the table, faking moans.

What. The. Fuck.

I gulp, noticing Itachi smirking, my mother glaring, Sakura blushing and her mom looking like she want to jump across the table and stab Sakura with a butter knife. Her father... he had continued scarfing down his food but stopped once again and was just watching me, with his fork poised in his hand, as if he could use it for a potential murder weapon.

"Hitting it," Ichigo finished his demonstration. "Like that."

Everyone was silent.

"So, why isn't she having babies yet? Or are you protecting yourself?"

Sakura gulped, not looking her patents or my mom for that matter. Her body went as stiff as cardboard.

Damn.

Just damn.

Sakura

Somehow we managed to get through a disastrous breakfast with Ichigo risking our sex life and a catastrophic lunch with both of our mothers getting in a debate that turned into a heated argument within a minute. It was dinner time.

Yoshiko had just arrived and I had her stationed in between the chairs where Sasuke and I sat. Besides, that's where she wanted to sit, anyways. I think having her there finally... completed this soon-to-be complicated family.

I love my sister so much and having her with me kind of gave the assurance that this dinner would not go awry like the breakfast and lunch.

My mother had not given me a second glance after what Ichigo did and Sasuke's mother didn't spare me any more compliments or look at me for more than a mili-second.

I sighed, glancing at Ichigo playing a game on my laptop. Itachi and my father were sitting out on the balcony having idle chat. My mother was in the bathroom "freshening up for dinner", Mikoto was sitting on the sofa. I was waiting on Sasuke, who went out to get a bag of ice and since I forgot about dessert, he planned to buy a store-brought banana-cream pie and cinnamon-roll dango. Why did he have to leave me alone to face this?

... Who knows?

With the way things were going around here, we might not even make it to dessert.

I was finishing up the final touches for dinner.

Pasta, scallop-sushi rolls, miso soup and shrimp-vegetable stir fry.

"Ichigo, get Itachi and set the table." I can hear Mikoto tell her youngest son.

"Okay, mom." He says, without protest. Surprisingly.

Mikoto comes to where I am, pouring the pasta in a bowl.

She watches me before, waving to me to follow her.

I set the bowl on the table, making sure that all of the stove-eyes were turned off. I take off my apron following her, but not before patting Yoshi on the head, as she played chess on her virtual computer.

We are outside by my apartment door.

"... Sakura, I have known you for quite some time."

I nod my head to her statement.

"But I do not think you are right for my son."

... But why?

"This whole thing is not going to work out. And I have already talked to Sasuke about it."

I cry. Tears just start overflowing my eyes and I just cry. She was right. I tried so hard to keep this whole thing together, while in return, the universe told me that we don't belong together.

Mikoto placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. Surprisingly I don't shrug it off. "Personally, Sakura... the reason why... is not for you or because of your lifestyle... or sex life with my son... but because," Mikoto pauses and smirks almost in a wicked manner. "You're not strong enough to carry the weight of being an Uchiha."

I gasp. Was this a joke to to Sasuke's mom? "I'm not strong enough to be an Uchiha?" I question, my voice hitching the slightest as I quickly wipe my tears. "Do you know the hell that I've been through just to pull this day all together? I've sacrificed a lot. With all due respect, Mikoto..."

She interrupts me with a hand. "Sakura, it's Mrs. Uchiha."

I smile sheepishly, nonchalantly starting again, "With all due respect, Mikoto... I love Sasuke. I love with every fiber being in my body. Sasuke is my heart and my soul. If I could withstand him being in a gang, being judged by my family every single day, having an autistic sister, taking care of her, living on my own before he came, and definitely pissing you right now off by calling you by your first name, then I totally believe that I am strong enough to be an Uchiha."

Mikoto stays silent, and she uncrosses her arms from her chest. Her thin lips curve into a big smile and she raises her hands, letting them fall back to her sides. "Well, what can I say now?"

"You can accept me as your daughter and be happy for Sasuke and I... Also, get along with my parents." I retort to her close-ended question, making her chuckle at my response.

Mikoto sighs heavily but stroke my cheek. "Sasuke, she's all yours."

"Thanks, ma'." I can hear him answer from behind me.

I turn around, just to see Sasuke on one knee, once again. This time... he's holding a little box.

My dumb emotions start acting up again, because I'm sobbing like I'm five years old and just popped the head off of a doll. I find myself snatching the box from him, which shocks him at first. After I open the box, just go find a beautiful emerald gem, with intricate cuts and a glimmering silver band, I put it on my finger, tackling Sasuke to the ground.

He smiles that lazy smile, he made especially to melt girls- NO, melt my heart and I kiss him on the lips. "I love you." He whispers to me in between my kiss while trying to break it, but I don't stop with him...

At least not until I can hear someone's throat being cleared very loudly. We both get up and turn around just go see the both of our families standing together. As one. By the door...

Watching us.

Ichigo points to me. "See!" - "I told you Sasuke taps her everyday! Look at what they were just doin-" He yells an ouch, as my mother flicks him on the head.

"Mommy! Ms. Haruno hit me!"

Mikoto took the liberty of flicking him in the head too. "Mrs. Haruno is your aunt, so I have no idea why you are talking to me. Take your punishment like an Uchiha man."

And I don't believe it.

My mother has her arm hooked with Mrs. Uchiha.

This is truly a happy moment.

Two people missing though.

"If my husband was here... you would have had to go to hell twice and back, Sakura." Mikoto chimes, smiling modestly.

"And since my husband was busy stuffing his mouth," mom playfully nudges dad, who then actually went back inside to sneak a piece of sushi. "Sasuke, you'd have a lot to worry about..."

Both of our families share a hearty laugh.

I'm so happy. I am so happy.

It was as if Yoshi read my mind.

"Sakiee! Yay!" That sweet, angelic voice cries out from inside. I kiss Sasuke on the cheek, grasping his hand and gently pushing past our new family. I engulf Yoshi in a big hug, letting tears of joy fall down.

Okay, I'm really sorry for saying that the universe was not in alignment.

Because it is.

Yayy! I got through the chappie and finished my goal of updating before 6!

#Yasss

There are some things I wanted to include in this chapter, like the table breaking when they had dinner because Sasuke didn't fix it properly but I forgot all about it after I woke up from my nap, and also probably a full lemon, but I didn't know if you all were expecting that. So I did a lime instead!

I hope you all liked this chapter!

Review if you want, and please tell me what you think/your thoughts on it. Writing this chappie made me laugh. This morning I was struggling to make perfect pancakes because I can make them but maybe I wasn't fully awake. They weren't as burnt as I described Sakura's, but they still had that burnt look and feel to it. Not taste! I had a good breakfast guys!

Btw, NEXT CHAPTER! THE SURPRISE IS SOON TO COME. This was apart of it! We'll have those OC's submitted, as well as new characters introduced. This story has maybe 6 more chappies? Give or take. But stay tooned!

Thanks For Reading!

Kumi-Chan/Tobi-Is-Fluffy-Chan