She didn't notice the door clicking quietly, or the thump of boxes in the living room when he came in.
The woman had been preparing their breakfast for a quarter of an hour, and as she chopped tomatoes for their omelettes she hummed quietly to herself, hips swaying in a little dance.
But his hands taking a firm hold on her waist, and his lips brushing gently over her pulse, earned a quiet yelp from the woman.
In her temporary panic, she could've taken off a finger... or worse.
Ruined the tomatoes she had grown to love.
"I got you something."
His words held an unusually upbeat edge, and though that was... worrying... she nodded.
"Okay..." she said, still breathless, "just give me a minute to finish."
"I'll finish it."
She laughed a little at that, continuing to chop the tomatoes until he took her wrist, slipping the blade from her hand.
He repeated, now more sternly, "I'll finish it."
"Last time you made breakfast, we had to eat out."
He still nudged her over, crimson Sharingan swirling to life as he began chopping the tomatoes in her stead.
"The black one is mine," he said, kissing her cheek.
"You get the white one."
For a moment she watched him, but she soon gave in, sighing as she untied the apron and left the kitchen.
She didn't know what he meant by that, but a riddle was always fun.
So, after poking around the living room and finding nothing but a pair of empty boxes, she padded back to the bedroom, peeking inside the laundry room on her way there.
When she opened their bedroom door, there they were.
A pair of kittens rolling around together on the soft carpeting, one black and one white.