Sasuke didn't cry when his daughter was born. In fact, he felt almost nothing at all.
It wasn't that he didn't want to. Hell, his mind was swirling with thoughts of every single emotion that he knew he should feel. It was just that he simply…couldn't.
For the first time in his life, Sasuke was completely and utterly speechless. His feet were frozen in place, lone hand trembling slightly as his powerful eyes took in the sight before him. But no matter how much he tried to process the event that was unfolding, his mind refused to process the image. It was as if the world simply stopped spinning.
He could only watch quietly as Sakura doted on the newborn. Unsure of what to do or even say, he planted a soft kiss on his wife's temple, hoping that the gratitude he felt could be translated through that simple touch. And in that peculiar way of hers, she understood him even when the words he wanted to say were left unspoken, and unspoken they continued to be.
It wasn't until hours later when the commotion quieted and Sakura's tired eyes began to droop that Sasuke's mind finally whirred back to life. Suddenly, he was feeling everything at once. Every emotion he never thought he would even be capable of feeling filled his chest until his heart beat so rapidly that his body felt feverish.
His fingers, which were gently tracing circles on the back of Sakura's hand as she slept, moved quietly to rest on wispy, raven-colored locks. Sarada's hair, as dark as night and so much like his own, stood in stark contrast to her pale skin. As he felt each smooth strand on his newborn daughter's head, he couldn't help but wonder whether he was looking into a mirror.
It was at this moment that he felt a single tear roll down his cheek and onto the sheets of the bed his wife and daughter shared. It was a foreign sensation, one that he could barely even fathom, but he welcomed it nonetheless. It was a feeling that told him this was real, that he was truly there with something he never thought he would have again.
Yes, that loneliness he used to know so well would always lurk in the darkest corners of his memory. But right now, he was overcome with emotions he only recently began to understand. And so, for the first time, the tears he cried were not for those he lost. For the first time, the tears he cried were shed in joy.
A/N
Just some cute fluff that came to mind so it's not based on a prompt this time! It's short but hope you all enjoyed!