His 22

She wanted him back.

His wife, Hinata, had always been a very loveable person. She was bright, personable, reasonable, understanding. She had always understood him even before he could understand himself. She had always watched him from the shadows and grown to love him purely, fully adoring what she saw in him, fully accepting and comprehending everything he grew up to be. His flaws were merely quirks to her, his dreams and goals always a possibility in her head for which she'd give her life to help him reach.

She always believed in him, always fought for him, always loved him for everything that he was or wasn't, for everything he had or didn't have. She just loved him; no explanation needed. Even now, after he'd broken his vows, after he'd hurt her, broken up their family, their marriage, she was still willing to fight for him. She still wanted to give him a chance.

He re-read the note she'd slipped under his door at some point during the night: "Hoping this note finds you well. I know we haven't spoken in a while, and I know I... kind of kicked you out, but the kids miss you, and, well, so do I. I'll have dinner served for you at our home tomorrow, if you'd like to come. I'd really appreciate it if you came. -Hinata"

His heart ached as he brought the note to his nose to smell her favorite perfume, whose scent still clung to the paper. He had to admit that he missed her as well. He loved talking to her, telling her about his day, and asking for her opinion on Hokage decisions. He missed his kids dearly, even though he'd seen his eldest a lot of times, but he hadn't seen Himawari once. It hurt, to be in the situation he was in. Of course, he was aware it was a place he put himself in, but it still hurt. Why did things have to happen this way? Why couldn't he just... No, he couldn't regret it. He couldn't regret any of it, from his marriage to Hinata, to his son and daughter, to his affair. Everything and everyone in his life was something he wanted, chose, loved. It was just hard.

Wondering if he should even go to the dinner, he stood up from the sofa where he'd been laying all morning, and got ready for the day of work ahead of him as he continued debating with himself in his thoughts. If he went to the dinner, what could happen? Would Hinata expect him to stay? Would she ask him to, even? Would his kids accept him? What if his kids expected things to return to normal? He would break their hearts if he left. "Our home," she'd said, he was still welcome, if he so chose. He was so unsure on what to do.

If he did go, and she started asking questions, should he tell her everything? How was he supposed to tell her to her face that what they had was over, that his relationship with Sakura had moved on, that he'd slept with her and told her he loved her and spent plenty of nights with her? Could he ever tell her all this? Would it be better to just ask for divorce without giving her any details?

Sighing, he made his way to his office, lost in thought.

After a long day of him not paying attention to anything, and getting yelled at by Shikamaru, Naruto decided it was in his best interest to go to the dinner his wife invited him to. After all, the damage was done. He might as well take this opportunity to end things formally, and spend time with Hima, who he hadn't seen in ages. He at least had to do one thing right. He had to divorce her. And he had to face his children and say the truth. He couldn't be a coward now; he'd faced way worse things in his life. He could do it, he told himself.

Walking nervously to his house, he thought about Sakura, and wondered what she was up to. If Shikamaru was right, he'd said Sasuke was back. The news brought him some relief, as he'd been afraid that he would never come back, but at the same time, it made him even more nervous. What if Sakura ended up staying with him after all? Those thoughts plagued his memories all the way until he was finally knocking on the door to his house.

He heard the commotion as his kids fought each other to open the door for him and chuckled, but the person who ended up opening the door for him was his wife.

"Naruto-kun! You came!" Hinata greeted him with a huge smile on her face. It broke his heart to see her be so happy, knowing he'd wipe that smile off her face by the end of the night.

Walking into the familiarity of their home, he immediately felt comfortable around his family. Hinata's easy smile as she served them dinner, his son asking him a million questions about his Rasengan, and his daughter hugging him tightly saying she'd missed him, all felt like home. They ate having a comfortable conversation about mundane things; like the food, the weather, the academy, the missions Boruto did and how Himawari was improving at the academy. Everything they could talk about without mentioning Sakura, or any Uchiha for that matter, or if Naruto came to stay or not. He knew that was coming, though, so he took his time, eating his food very slowly, and avoiding eye contact with his wife as much as possible.

Once they were done, he tried to occupy himself by offering to do the dishes, but his son followed.

As perceptive as always, he was the first to ask, although his tone indicated he knew the answer already. "You're not staying, are you, dad?"

Naruto paused his cleaning and turned around to look at his son. "No," he replied honestly. "I came to visit, and have a talk with your mother."

"Dad, please don't do it," Boruto pleaded, slight panic in his voice. "Don't leave us!"

Pulling his son in for a hug, he soothed him. "I'm not leaving you, I'll always be your dad, I'll always be here for you, and take care of you, and help you with anything you want-"

"Don't leave mom!" He cried into his shoulder.

"I-"

"She loves you. Don't you love her too?"

"Of course I do, son, but-"

"Boruto-kun, that's enough," Hinata walked into the kitchen. "You and I will talk later, okay?" She dismissed him tenderly, placing a kiss on the top of his head. "Leave us to talk, please."

"But mom-"

"Please," she begged sweetly, grabbing Naruto by the arm and dragging him out of the kitchen. She guided him towards the balcony of their home.

"Thank you for coming, Naruto-kun," she thanked him, squeezing his arm gently, familiarly. Looking up at the stars in the sky, she began talking, "I wanted to see you," she said honestly, looking up at him longingly. "I miss you so much, and I wish things were different. I wish things could change. But I know they won't."

She paused to give him a chance to speak, but his mouth was suddenly dry and the lump in his throat kept him from saying anything. "I wanted to give you one last chance," she continued. "I hoped you'd come here and realize you missed this and want to stay. I know it's silly, but it was my deepest wish."

"Hinata, I-"

"Please let me finish," she requested with a smile. "I wanted that, so badly, Naruto-kun. However, having you here now, feeling more like a stranger than anything else, I've realized something. What I want isn't what's best for me, and I have to think about myself for once."

She paused once more, looking up at him with the calmest expression he'd seen on her face in years. "Naruto-kun, let's get divorced."

Just a quick note.

For the haters:

Ya'll need to chill. If you're a NaruSaku hater, or a cheating hater, then why the hell do you read this story and get this far into it only to hate on it? You were warned. Read the summary, and if you don't like it, keep scrolling, it's not that hard, Jesus. The amount of hate I'm getting for the cheating in this fic is insane. Are you aware of the website you're on? Did you even read the premise? My warnings? It's a cheating NaruSaku fic! What'd you expect lol move on.

For everyone else, thank you so much for your precious time 3