This chapter was suppose to be chapter 4 not 3, but I messed up on 3 and it turned out really awkward so now I have to re-write about half of it. Thank you BlueDragonGirl1 for proofing this story.
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A Loving Wife
She really hated her husband. He was from the enemy country after all. He was not all that bright, or all the good looking, but he was valuable for information.
After all, he was learning to take over his fathers spot in the government.
Every night he would come home to his 'loving' wife who always had his favourite tea prepared and waiting for him at the perfect temperature. He would then talk about everything – everything – that had happened that day. She would then talk to him or sing to him and sometimes rub his shoulders when he was really tense and make him feel better.
He called her a miracle worker.
So did the ninjas back in Konoha. After all, she was the first one who succeeded in getting so far into this particular governments information web, and had set the record for the longest left unfound.
Sometimes she wished she was not such a good actress.
It had been ten years with this man. She had birthed two children for him, and he asked at least once a year if she wanted more. He did not want any more children, he was more then content with the two they had. He just always heard the other women talking so joyously about wanting more children and he worried she was not content with two as he was.
He was always worrying about her, if only he knew what she was capable of.
It was about time to start the tea; he would be getting back soon. She would finish just as he would reach the front gate. Then the time between entering the main gate and actually making it to the house, and this room in particular, would give enough time for the tea she pours into his cup to cool to his liking.
It was all simple math, really.
"I'm home!" he called out in a strained cheerful voice as he entered the room.
"Welcome back Husband," she replied in a calm voice.
"The tea smells good," he claimed as he sat down at his table and took a few moments to just enjoy the aroma. Something big must have happened today. She may have to signal for Seiko-san to come earlier then usual to collect the information.
"Where are the children," he asked, looking around the room like they'd actually suddenly appear.
"They've gone to play with the Nayami children," she replied in a tender voice.
"Ah!", he exclaimed, his voice becoming less strained, "Our Satu-chan seems to be quite fond of their Yasuo-kun, eh?", he then took a gulp of his tea, not worrying at all that it could still be to hot, "Perfect, as always!" he smiled at her.
She smiled back.
His eyes lit up and he took a small package out of his pocket, "I got you something Maemi-chan!" he was never formal when it was just them.
She formed a look of surprise and excitement and took the package he was happily holding out to her. The smile on his face could not have gotten any bigger. She carefully untied the ribbon and opened the box.
Inside was a small plain white flower carefully pressed between two pieces of glass. It was not the most beautiful flower in the world, but they were quite rare around here.
"I saw that and remembered that you liked those flowers Maemi-chan," he said proudly.
These flowers reminded her of Konoha, her home. These little white flowers always covered the fields during the summer. She could almost picture it in her mind as she looked at this small, thoughtful present.
"Maemi-chan, are you alright? You look a little pale," he asked, his eyes reflecting the worry in his voice.
"I'm fine dear," she assured him, "and thank you. It's lovely."
He looked relieved, taking her words at face value. He never doubted her.
"You wouldn't believe the day I've had!" he started.
She smiled sweetly and refilled his cup.
She really hated her husband.