#wornrevenge

                 she’ll hum out in reply,  slowly allowing her eyes to adjust.   a sigh would follow,  propping up on one elbowto give her that little push to sit up.   the kunoichi slowly removes his arm from her waist,  legs swaying over the edge of the bed as she stretched out her body.   she’ll grab her bathrobe and pull it on,  before making her way out into the hallway,  exhaustion written on her face as she closes the door behind her.   

             but as she sees her daughter standing at the end of the hallway,  she can’t help but smile.   she wouldn’t trade this life for anything in the world.   her daughter would move her chubby little legs as fast as she could to get to her mother,  and sakura lifted her up,  before walking right back into the bedroom.   she’d place sarada between them,  and almost just as fast as she was up,  she went back down.   and sakura happily went back to sleep with them.   though,  in an hour,  they’d be greeted with tiny hands grabbing at their faces.

❝ ohaiyo, sasuke-kun. ❞

it’s been awhile since she’s last seen sasuke; he rarely visits konoha nowadays. ever since the war, he’s been away from the Leaf Village. he had his reasons for it, but seeing him every once in awhile was nice. he still made her heart pound a little, but she long gotten over her crush on him.