A purple butterfly sat on a white flower right next to his nose. Its wings glittered from the sun, and when it took to the air, the black color of its torso could be seen.
Sasuke followed it, breathing steadily with his hand placed on the head of his tiny daughter lying on his chest. The sun was shining directly into his eyes, but he didn't care, enjoying this peaceful moment. He had been waiting for a day like this since his life had become a huge abyss of suffering and revenge.
The butterfly flew away, and the sun was obscured by a shadow. Sakura was leaning over him with a big smile, which he reciprocated. He loved looking at his wife, and even more so when she was happy.
"What do you have there?"
She squatted on the blanket and showed him to stand up. He grabbed his daughter tighter and leaned on his elbow. Then Sakura showed him a garland she had made from white flowers that were everywhere in the field.
"It will suit you," she said and placed it on his head.
"Do you think so?" he caught her chin and pulled it closer.
"Mhm." the smile didn't leave her lips.
Sasuke shook his head, then kissed her cheek, the corner of her mouth and finally her lips, stopping there longer. Sakura craved more, but pulled away. Their noses were in contact with each other.
"I should make one for Sarada, too," she said; her lips tickled his.
They both looked at their sleeping daughter and it crossed their minds that nothing else could be a better outcome of their love.
"Later."
Embracing his wife, he pulled her gently to him, so that all three were now lying on the blanket and watching the clouds. Sasuke had never imagined a better picnic where he was husband and father to two wonderful women.
