A/N: This has been collecting dust and it's cute, so I thought I'd put it up. (I know I've been gone a long time, but I am still alive, I promise!) I'll get around to adding things to popular stories and maybe writing a few cheeky oneshots once I have a bit more time. In the meantime, enjoy the fluff.
Reminiscence
"Ne, Ojiisan, how did you trick Obaachan into marrying you?"
Sasuke scoffed, frowning at his eldest grandchild. He was a nosy brat at times and he blamed his daughters husband for that irritating mischievous streak. After all, his little princess was perfect like his wife, it could hardly be her fault.
His second grandchild, the firsts younger sister stared at him with doe-like eyes in excitement for a story. She was only slightly well-behaved, content to totter around on little legs and scribble on anything she could reach.
"Now, now, I wasn't tricked," Hinata said gently, scooping the little girl into her lap before she could deface the photo album with photos from their engagement and wedding all those years ago. The happy faces printed were free from the wrinkles that littered their faces now and their hair had not a gleam of grey.
"Really?" the boy asked with a frown. "Obaachan was so pretty!"
"Thank you dear," she said smiling kindly. "But I could never hold a candle to Sasuke, he was the most eligible bachelor of our generation."
"Ehhhh?" the children cried in disbelief, staring at the grumpy Uchiha patriarch who frowned at them for their doubt.
"Of course, Obaachan was very, very lucky."
As Hinata settled to tell the grandchildren a story about their love with a bit of the fairy-tale twist that children loved, Sasuke allowed himself to relax at the sound of her voice. It was a bit ridiculous the way she described him as almost a prince, the great protector of Konoha and how their granddaughter demanded Hinata be the princess.
His wife was a wonderful storyteller and she easily weaved a tale about how enchanted Konoha was and how she was saved from the grasp of an evil man from his heroic self.
He chuckled a bit to himself and brushed a knuckle affectionately against her weathered cheek.
Even in her later years Hinata was still beautiful to him. The thin crows feet around her eyes told a story of much laughter and frequent smiles. Her hair, still soft and straight was now streaked with grey from the stress of children and having him spend twenty years as ANBU captain. Her body had softened and yet she looked like a typical fairy godmother, her smile as young as ever.
"So Ojiijii was really something?" their grandson said in awe.
The story never seemed to grow old with the little ones and he grunted in amusement at Hinata's never-ending charm.
Their beautiful daughter came and sat beside Hinata and cuddled up to her side, hand on her rounded belly. Dark eyes were filled with nothing but adoration and Sasuke knew their sons were exactly the same, saving those soft expressions only for their mother. He smiled despite himself and considered how lucky he was to have such a wonderful wife and a large healthy family.
"I love you," he whispered in her ear and she smiled sweetly at him, her face still lighting with her characteristic blush. He tenderly brushed his lips against hers, ignoring the sharp squeals from his grandchildren about how kissing was gross.