She never thought much of herself.
Her reflection in the mirror wasn't someone extraordinary.
Her pink hair,
small hands,
muscled legs,
flat chest,
big forehead...
really huge forehead.
Nothing special at all.
Times like these when she would be left alone after her shift on his busier days, when she did not have missions to occupy her, and her time was spent cleaning the house or trying to cook, she would get them done and she would be occupied. Then she would get some rest or read a book, or visit the market, train a little or maybe drop by Ino's and chat; maybe pick up a trick or two on the proper way of holding the baby Nara.
But sometimes, she would have plenty of time... doing nothing. Waiting for her husband, either she was sleeping or she was not, pacing the length of their large home, or just sitting on the couch. And there were times she would stop by the mirror and she would see herself and remember... She wasn't extraordinary...
But her pink hair was what his fingers habitually reached for when she was too oblivious to brush the strands off her face; his makeshift pillow of the softest kind, where he could breathe in her scent.
Her small hands, victim to his light caresses when they run into each other anywhere and he was too occupied to give his full attention; or spoiled with kisses and a firm massage on a less busier day.
Her legs, where he would run his hands all over, feather light or sometimes rough, depending on the mood when they made love.
Her flat chest, he would never say it, and she never felt it with the way his hands roamed over them, pressing and touching the way he knew would make her melt like a puddle beneath his feet.
Her really huge forehead, the receiver of his many soft kisses and whispers only she could hear; when he first wakes in the morning and before he sleeps at night, when he pulls her into the tightest of hugs, where he would rest his own after a deepest kiss, or a moment contentment when they reach their peaks; his face will never be closer, eyes never bluer, his voice, never clearer.
I love you, Sakura-chan.
Yes, she wasn't extraordinary. But she would never complain.
Not one bit.