Sakura's POV

Sasuke has surprisingly been doing well. There hasn't been any issues so far, though, he hasn't had to deal with any crazy customers yet. There hasn't been any smiles coming from him, but that doesn't seem to bother the customers, especially the females. Damn him and his handsome face. If only I could get away with not smiling.

Sasuke has just finished serving the 15th cup of coffee today, and he already looks exhausted. Then again, it could be because he had to be here at 6:30 in the morning to open up the restaurant with me. "Smile." He turns his head towards me with an expression saying 'Do I really have to?' I flash him my million dollar smile to give him something to go off of, but he only grunts and turns his face back forward. Fine, be that way.

The afternoon comes around and groups of people start coming in for lunch. Which means it is time for me to serve. I'm not worried about leaving Sasuke on his own. He seems to be getting everything rather easily, on the other hand, this isn't an extremely complicated job. I hear the bell on the door ring. Time for another party. But it's not a party. It's the little girl that was with Sasuke the first time he came here. Behind her is an older woman with dark hair and eyes like Sasuke. Is she his mother or sister? The little girl shouts with a big, clean smile, "Hi Papa!" Sasuke comes out from the counter, goes on his knees, and wraps his big arms around the girl's little, fragile body, and her small, chubby arms wrap around his back, and her head sucks into his chest. Sasuke's a dad.

Sasuke and the girl break the hug, but hold hands to keep in contact. "How was your day with Grandma, Honey?" Honey? Never thought Sasuke would say that.

"Guess what Papa? I went to an actual movie theater for the first time!"

Sasuke is smiling. "Really..."

"Yeah! The screen is HUGE! And it's very loud! After that we went to get frozen yogurt, which tastes just like ice cream to me." What a cute kid.

"Wow, Grandma really has been spoiling you." Sasuke looks up at the woman. "I'm guessing you haven't finished your homework." The girl with red glasses starts to chuckle nervously and avoids eye contact with her father. "Go home and finish your homework okay? I will be off in a few hours."

In a soft, but sad way, Sasuke's daughter says, "Okay." Sasuke gets back on his feet and crosses his arms. Noticing the instant mood swing the girl had, he sighs, takes his pointer and index finger, and pokes her forehead.

"Get home safe," he says. This makes the girl happier. She smiles softly at him.

"Okay Papa." And with that, the little girl and woman leave. Sasuke walks back to the counter and grabs a cloth to wipe the counter.

Sasukes a father. That thought can't escape my mind. He looks so young. When did he have her? Does he have a wife? He probably does. Does he like kids? Gaara doesn't. Gaara doesn't even want to get married. Maybe... maybe it isn't that special. Maybe I'm just thinking that I need to get married and have kids because it's been shoved down my throat since I was born. Yeah, that's probably it. Or maybe...

Sasuke and I finally get to take a lunch break. Finally I get to continue reading that mystery novel! I like to sit with Tenten or sometimes Sai for lunch out in the dining area. There's a table in the back room but no one really eats there. It's cold in there and the room is small. First, I gotta get my lunch. I walk into the back room to get it from my locker, and there is Sasuke Uchiha. Sitting at that table. Alone. He looks up at me when I enter, but turns his head back down once he realizes it's me. I don't say anything to him. I just keep walking to my locker.

Once I obtain my lunch and book, I turn over to Sasuke again. He keeps eating his sandwich. His meal is a rather child-ish meal, but then again, I still like to drink Sunny D and Capri Suns so who am I to judge. Next to his paper bag is a small note. I can't make out the words since they are written messily, but I can make out the drawing of a sun with a smiley face. Cute. "What?" Sasuke breaks the ice. Crap, I must have been looking at him for longer than I expected. I can feel my face heat up from embarrassment.

"Sorry, it's just... you're sitting all by yourself. You lonely?"

"Not really. And besides, if I was going to sit with someone, who would I? I don't know anyone, and I think we are the only ones on break right now." He's got a point, but still, he could sit with me, but I doubt he's a very social butterfly.

I don't even ask. I just place my meal and novel onto the table and sit across from him. I can tell he wants to say something, but he keeps quiet. My lunch is chicken salad with an apple and diet coke. "What's that piece of paper for?" I ask.

"It's uh... My daughter likes to write me a bunch of notes and pack them into my lunches. Some will say 'have a good day', 'love you', sometimes they will be just drawings."

"That's sweet. How old is your daughter?"

Sasuke takes a bite of his carrot, "She just turned eight."

Silence develops again. As I eat the chicken in my salad I can't stop thinking about Gaara. Try to read a bit but I can't. Is having kids and getting married really a big deal? "Um... Sasuke?" He looks up. "Can I uh... can I ask you a personal question?" Sasuke's face show uncertainty. "It's about having kids." Sasuke takes a sip from his water bottle, pushes his chair in a bit and sits up more.

"Go ahead."

"How should I put this... what's it like, having a kid?"

Sasuke scoffs, "That's a bit vague."

"I've been thinking about whether or not to have children, and since you are a father, I'm interested in what your thoughts are one having kids."

"Ah."

"Do you love being a father? Is being a parent as important as it seems to be said."

Sasuke doesn't answer right away. He takes his time thinking of what to say, but the longer he takes, the more anxious I get. "I'm not entirely sure of what you are asking, but hopefully this will give you your answer. Being a father is a lot of work, and can be very tiring. Plus, you get stressed and worried about the dumbest things, and some days your child can drive you crazy..." I guess it's not- "But it is also great. When my daughter came into my life, I felt this amazing connection, and while sometimes she can be a lot to handle, she also brings me a lot of joy and happiness. She makes me work harder. She makes me a better person. I never thought I could ever feel the way that I feel about her. I wouldn't trade her for anything."

I'm speechless. That is something I did not expect. Nothing is said for a minute. Sasuke gets uncomfortable and looks away. "I-if you a-are wondering a-about having kids, don't worry too much, you're still y-young. You don't need to think about that now," he stutters.

"Right," I say. "Thank you." Sasuke grunts. I think I know my answer now. I know what I want to do with Gaara, what I need to do. "Excuse me Sasuke." I get up carrying my phone and walk outside.

I never noticed how beautiful it is today. Maybe I should go out for a jog later. I dial Gaara's number and wait for him to pick up. He doesn't. No surprise, he is working today. I'll just try one more time. He picks up. "Hey." His voice is quite deep, and a bit groggy.

"Gaara, what time do you get off of work today?"

"4:30, why?"

"I want to see you, can I meet you at your apartment at 5:30-ish? I have my answer."

"Alright, but my roommate's gonna be in there."

"That's fine. I'll see you then."