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A/N: I wrote it for Sasusaku month 2012(or 2013, I'm not sure). Had it here with a bunch of other stuff which I deleted because I was feeling stupid. I've edited it a bit (since at the time, I didn't know the baby was a girl and called Sarada).

Summary: Sakura witnesses an endearing moment between father and daughter.
Rating: K
Prompt: Laughter

"Guh-gla-gu-ar."

"No. Daddy. Dah-dee. Say it Sara!"

"Glu –ba-ga..mu-ah?"

"Gluba Daddy. Da-uh-dee!"

Sakura shifted on the bed, eyes opening blearily to regard the pillow she was latched onto. When she did not sense any immediate threat, her eyelids drooped and she turned onto her stomach, burying her face in her pillow and trying to block out whatever it was that had awakened her in the first place.

"Ga-guu!" the voice which crept into her semi-consciousness was high and young- evidently that of a baby.

"Ga-gu no-oh. Duh-dee!" The baby gurgled again, this time, in a strangely deep voice. Sakura stiffened. "Day-dee!" It was the same voice again, and it definitely was not the voice she associated with her three month old daughter. Sakura shot up, hands forming into seals and eyes wide open, feet ready to spring from the bed at the presence that was threatening her baby.

She stopped short when her eyes met a familiar head of long, spiky black hair silhouetted against the faint orange light of the night lamp mounted on the wall. The man stood bent over the cot, his back to her.

The baby giggled.

"Sasuke-kun?"

"Ga-ii-" Sasuke stopped mid-gurgle and turned around. In the dim light of the room, Sakura could see that his eyes were wide. "Sakura."

"Were you.. were you just gurgling at the baby?" she asked, a smile creeping its way onto her face.

Sasuke did not answer, but crossed his arms across his chest and turned his face away, instead opting to look out the window. Sakura dearly wished the room was brighter so she could see for sure whether he was blushing or not.

It wasn't everyday when Konoha's broodiest ninja got caught in the act of babbling in baby talk.

Sakura laughed and swung her legs onto the carpet. "Oh, Sasuke-kun! I didn't know you had this side to you," she continued gleefully, standing up from the bed and walking towards her discomfited husband. "Wait till Naruto hears-"

"You wouldn't dare," Sasuke whipped his face towards her in one fluid motion, eyes narrowed in a glare.

"Wouldn't I?" she asked, coming to a stand in front of him, a wide grin on her face.

He continued to glare at her. Behind them, the baby gurgled again. Sakura laughed again and reached up to brush his bangs out of his eyes. Then she stood up on her toes and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"You're a good father, Sasuke-kun," she said, "and that's exactly what I'm going to tell Naruto. Nothing more, nothing less." Sakura felt Sasuke visibly relax at her words. She had just given him her word and the safety of his ego had been guaranteed. Sakura resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Men and their stupid notions of pride.

His arms came to wrap around her, and she let herself relax into his hold, resting her head on his chest and sliding her own arms around his waist. Her eyes travelled to the little girl in the cot, babbling merrily in her own little language and already aiming perfect little kicks at an imaginary enemy.

She smiled.

Life was wonderful.