Sakura's POV

Once Sasuke said that, time stops. I look back to the door and she hasn't left. Instead, she just leans on the wall, holding what looks like a purse in front of her. Turning back to Sasuke, his head hasn't moved from her once. His eyes that were filled with lust before now look like they are trying to jump out of his head because of how shocked he is. "Sasuke?" It seems like he can't hear me. "Sasuke?!" I say a little louder while putting my hand on his face and pushing it back to mine.

Sasuke finally looks at me, but still isn't paying attention to me and more as to the woman he once was with. "What did you just say?"

Sasuke's hands aren't really touching anymore, causing my shirt to fall back down a little, and now they are just dropped on my thighs. "I... I think that's Ino." No longer looking shocked, Sasuke contemplates what is happening. "Ino..." The way he says her name is gentle. "Ino...Ino!" But then turns cruel and angry from all the rage he has kept in. "What the hell is she doing here?"

"Are you going to open the door?" I ask as if I don't know the answer. Is there really another option? The tall blonde seems to still be standing out there. She may be here for a while. I can't leave if I want to because she will see me, and even if we just ignore her, I doubt Sasuke or myself would be able to sleep.

Sasuke never told me anything really about Sarada's mom, and I never asked, but I kinda wished I did right now. Maybe I would know what to say or do more if I knew what exactly happened.

Sasuke, looking frustrated and very irate, lifts me from his lap a little, making my feet hit contact with the floor. I fully stand up and fix my shirt and hair a bit, and Sasuke grabs his black shirt and tosses it back on before walking to the front door.

Wait, should I leave? Maybe I should go to his room and let them talk alone. Plus, I don't really want her to see me and I don't want to see her. But before I can get away, Sasuke already has the door open, and is staring deadly at the woman on the other side. "Sasuke," she says softly.

"What are you doing here?" Sasuke doesn't look at her calmly at all. Almost like he wants to hit her.

"Where is Sarada?"

"None of your business."

"Come on Sasuke, don't be like that."

"Oh I'm sorry! I shouldn't be mad at you! After all, it's not like you were gone for SEVEN years, or wait a minute, yes you were!" Sasuke shouts sarcastically. If he keeps raising his voice he might wake up Sarada. "Did you forget something? Some mascara? A boyfriend and child?"

As their awkward conversation continues, I shift my weight uncomfortably from each leg. "Sasuke please, I just want to see Sarada."

"Well she is sleeping, so go." Quickly, Sasuke tries to close the door on her, but a hand comes in contact with the door, and the woman slides herself into the apartment, letting me see what this woman who left my boyfriend looks like. "Ino, get out!"

It doesn't seem that she notices me in the farther part of the room because she immediately turns to Sasuke who still has his hand on the doorknob. "Sasuke please, I want to talk to you."

At this point Sasuke's hand is off the door and he walks away from both of us into the hallway. "Too bad because I don't want to talk to you!"

"Sasuke! Sasuke!" She shouts his name one more time hoping to get him to stop, but all that happens is a door being slammed very violently.

With Sasuke gone, it just leaves me and her alone, making her realize that I am in the room. Both of us stand awkwardly, trying to avoid any eye contact. In the corner of my eye, I glance at her. She is very beautiful. Tall, long and thick blonde hair being kept in a ponytail, and you can tell that she takes care of it well because of how shiny and soft it looks. Probably be softer than a cloud.

I move my view to her face. I can't see all of it because of how she is turning it, but that doesn't stop me from noticing the great bone structure she has on it. Her eyes are a light blue, kinda like the kind you would find on a gemstone. She also has a lot of makeup on, but it is very flattering and clean. Like a professional in makeup would do. I bet she doesn't need it though.

A small part of my brain is feeling jealousy towards this beauty next to me. Another is telling me that I will never look as pretty as that, and the other is saying to look away from her so I don't feel more insecure, but curiosity takes over. I scan down further to her hourglass figure. Her spaghetti strapped white crop top made it so you could see her flat stomach and a bit of her fuller chest. Going lower you see her high waisted jeans hiding the wide hips she has, toned thighs, and long legs, and pretty feet being held in high heels.

I instantly regret this because I can't help but compare myself to her. She's taller, more stunning face, smaller waist, and no hip dips, unlike me. It's not even how she looks. Based on the jewelry she has on, her clothes, the purse she is carrying, and her nails that look like she went to a nail salon recently, she probably is more successful financially than me. No wonder Sasuke dated and slept with her. I can see her getting multiple confessions a day from guys because that's how gorgeous she is.

Before I can continue comparing us, those baby blue eyes are making contact with my emerald ones. Shit, she must have seen me checking her out. Once again, I avoid any more eye contact.

I hear her let out a deep sigh to end the silence. After another minute, I finally speak. "I'm gonna leave now." While walking over to the wall where my phone is being charged, the attractive woman speaks.

"Oh okay," she mumbles. I keep my head down as I walk to the door, which is where she is still next to. Once I sit on the ground, she finally moves to the couch that I was standing by before. I put on my shoes and grab one of Sasuke's sweatshirts he leaves by the front door. Before I can spend one more second in that apartment with my boyfriend's former girlfriend, I'm out the door, speeding down the stairs and to my car sitting in a lot.

Once I got in my car, I let out a huge breath. My forehead rests on the steering wheel as I contemplate what just happened. One minute, Sasuke and I are on the couch, about to make love, and the next, his ex is in the room and wanting to talk to him. Maybe she wants to be back in their lives. What else would she want to talk about?

Before starting up the car so I can drive home, I grab my cell phone. The first thing I see is the picture of Sasuke, Sarada and I at the amusement park that I have as a background. I can feel a tear fall down my face and onto the phone. I ignore the drop on my phone and whip my face before clicking the texting app and tapping on Sasuke's contact.

Sasuke: I'm gonna go home tonight. Text me tomorrow, okay? I love you.

After sending the message, I stare at it for a while, thinking maybe he will respond, but I doubt he is looking at his phone right now, so I turn it off and toss it onto the passenger's seat.

As I drive through the city, more tears fall from both eyes, but I don't bother to whip them off. I'm not crying because of what happened tonight, I'm crying because I have a feeling that my connection to the Uchiha family is going to end.