No Filter
Notes: I think, I may have taken this the wrong way?
Summary: Where Sakura is a chatter box and Sasuke is embarrassed.
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Over the years, Sasuke had come to realize, accept and appreciate, that Sakura wasn't Sakura, if she wasn't half a chatter box.
"Your Papa," she gushed, "was the most adorable cutie patootie this side of the world."
On his other side, Sarada smirked with narrowed eyes. "Really?"
"You have no idea," said Sakura, ladling a spoon full of vegetables into Sarada's bowl, and continued, "He was so clueless and dorky, tried to be serious all the time," she winked and reached across the table to pinch his cheek. He ducked, gave a sigh of long suffering, and tried to ignore the achey feeling in his chest by stuffing rice in his mouth.
"But Papa's still pretty cute," Sarada chirped.
"He sure is," Sakura winked at him slyly.
Sasuke promply choked, and gave Sakura an incredulous look while Sarada patted his back soothingly. "Have you no filter, wife?"
"Not really," she smiled brilliantly, and took a dignified sip of her soup while Sasuke looked on disbelievingly.
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