Trauma
Summary: Where Sasuke learns that the Uchiha ladies were not morning people.
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Sunday's were sacred. For Sakura, because it was the only day she had off from the hospital, for Sarada, because it was a family day—and family was everything. But most of all, it was inviolable, because it was the last day of the week and they liked to sleep in.
So on the bright, early morning of the second Sunday of August, when they woke up to the screechy growl of the lawn mower, both of them were decidedly feeling homicidal.
Bleary eyed and impeachable, lips pressed in grim lines, they both stood slumped on the front porch and watched wordlessly—it was a calm before the storm—as Uchiha Sasuke leisurely mowed the small lawn from one end to the other. They squinted in the early sunlight and grit their teeth against the crusty whine of the machine.
When the lawn was once again perfect and Sasuke finally noticed his very reluctant company, he gave them both an earnest smile.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Sakura snapped. On the left side of her head, the hair was sticking up at odd angles, on the right, it was plastered to her face. She was oozing hateful resentment.
Sasuke gave her a confused look.
Sarada was glaring tiredly at the sky. The sun was uncannily bright. One particular bird was screeching in a cheerfully loud voice. "Well, this is traumatizing."
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Sakura snapped again.
Again, he gave her a confused frown.
"It's a Sunday!" she waved her arms at him, "A Sunday! WHY are you even up?!" Not waiting for an answer she stomped back in the house.
Sarada shook her head and heaved a disappointed sigh. "Oh, Papa."
Looking shell shocked and feeling a little blindsided, Sasuke followed his daughter inside.
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