Variety
dis.claimed.

They sit and watch the two children tumble and wrestle, imitating the men in their lives. Every time the sun sneaks a ray of light onto the twin heads the gleam of vivid pink is not lost on the proud mother and she beams, for once not admiring the brooding man at her right, nor scolding the blonde at her left.

Sasuke blinks at the irritating pink flashes at the corner of his eyes and smirks, murmuring over Sakura's head to his brother/best friend/more than any of that that who knew that pink hair was such a dominate trait? Naruto lets out a bark of laughter and plants a wet kiss on Sakura's flushed face. The women between them makes sure neither of their children are listening, before whispering, slyly, "Well, we'll just have to keep trying for a brunette and blonde of our own, won't we?" and then pretending that she hasn't just managed to tongue-tie her two boys with just one sentence.

Naruto and Sasuke, for their part, are unsure whether to be horrified or aroused.