Sasuke-kun,

This is more of your thing—pouring words through ink; but you know for you I will always try. I don't write long letters of my ever-confessed feelings for you; instead I make sure you feel it every time you come home to us... to me.

I remember weeping a few months back because of your letter and your unexpected return, no matter how brief it was. But more importantly, I wept because I was overwhelmed by the fact that no matter how much years have changed me, it didn't even change the fact that I still love you with all of me.

So on your special day when you come home, I wrote this letter to you, to remind you how much I am willing to try, to wait, to love; you. Forever.

I know how much you value our little family and how much longing you might be experiencing until now as you read this. I know every ounce of regret you have to be so far away every time and how much you want to spend time with Sarada. I know that even with the time we can never get back, you try your hardest to love us in your own way whenever you're here.

I want to say thank you, Sasuke-kun.

Just, thank you. I really don't know what else to say, shannaro! You know that I'd rather just say it to you but I want you to feel what I felt when you wrote me that letter on my birthday. I want you to hold my love literally in your hands and I want you to keep it in your back pocket every time you go away because that was what your letter did to me.

For your letter was my anchor to earth to remind me of your love, and I wish this letter would be your cardinal north back home. Always.

Thank you for carrying the burden of your mission. Thank you for taking care of yourself whenever you're away because you know we'll worry. Thank you for always coming home.

I remember the day you let me know of your feelings for me. We sat under the blanket of the summer sky that night, the wind was warm and my cheeks were warmer than usual because your hand was on mine and you're not one for tender touches. You're all angles and sharp edges and power, but that night reminded me that you're just the boy I love in all of his truthfulness.

You said the moon was beautiful and I was about to agree when the meaning of the words struck me like a blow to my gut, and I looked at your upturned face having the blush I always hide whenever I am with you.

I swear that I could never have loved you more than I did in that moment.

Sasuke-kun, you are the love of my life and this family we brought together is the fuel that keeps me going. You are my husband, and I am your wife as long as you'll have me.

No, scratch that. I am your wife forever and if you dare leave me for some other woman, you will never see the end of it!

Love,

Sakura

PS. I love you so much, anata. You make me happy. Always remember that.

"I hope it didn't suck," he heard the faint voice of her wife from behind. "You've always been better than me at that."

His lone hand shook infinitesimally as he put the letters back on the table and finally found the flowers she left for him, as she always does when he comes home.

He took the flowers in his hand and faced his wife.

She's leaning against the doorframe of their kitchen with her arms crossed, her head tilted in amusement and her eyes glowing like jades.

He leaned back his tired form against their dining table as he delicately gripped the flowers in his hand and looked at her in wonder. Is this what she felt when she read his letter?

How could you love me this much? How am I deserving of this?

"Don't worry, that's not the only birthday gift I have for you. Besides..." she drawled on. If not because of his keen eyes, he wouldn't see the blush she's talking about in her letter. Then she murmured, "...your letter wasn't the only gift you gave me on my birthday."

His brain had gone haywire which reminded him of her birthday— the sounds of her moans, the feel of her mouth, the look in her eyes when they became one. And the entire night of endless teasing and pleasure. It was one of their best nights for sure.

He had to raise the flowers in his hands to cover the faint pink of his cheeks that is slowly traveling to his neck. He couldn't help but groan out her name in disbelief.

"Sakura.."

She really had to remind him of that night? His whole body is now taut in anticipation and he's not even been home for ten minutes. He held on tightly to the flowers on his hand, as if asking it to shield him from the surge of excitement he felt.

Familiar warm laughter followed and then he felt soft hands run through his chest up and cling to his neck. He slightly lowered his hand and peeked through the tiny petals to see his green eyes shining up at him.

"Happy birthday, anata."

She was so beautiful in their kitchen with the sunrays hitting her on her face that he couldn't help but finally lower his hand and give in with a tender kiss on her smiling lips. He felt her mouth moved as she smiled wider and kissed him back like she missed him.

They parted and when he opened his eyes, her eyes held the mischief he recognized he had back when he was teasing her.

"Now... are you ready to finally taste my sweet revenge, Sasuke-kun?"

He could only grip her waist and descend his mouth on hers, and his wife already knew his answer.

Their wordless teamwork has always been their forte after all.

~fin~

a/n: a day late, i know. but i'm hoping to at least make it before it turns 24th on EST lmao happy birthday to my forever anime crush, sasuke uchiha 🍅 this is also up on my ffnet so, give me reviews! also, sorry to all of you who are waiting for perpetual winter to update 😭 hopefully i can finish it, and all my other wip's, soon. but as always, thank you so much for reading my shit 💕