#also not over seriously at how sasuke laughs silently when sarachan wrinkles her….face…..at his fingers……. poking her face…..

[evanescentdawn]

he loves his daughter sO MUCH

“Hmm,” Sasuke says, looking down at his daughter. “What is it?”

Her gaze is wide as she gazes up at him. Her chubby hands — despite how brittle they look, how tiny they are — grip his hand so tightly it amazes him.

“You’ve been awake for a while now,” Sasuke continues to say, “Shouldn’t you be sleeping now?"

He tried to put her to sleep minutes ago but Sarada refuses to sleep, cried so ferociously, that Sasuke had to give. She doesn't want sleep, she demands more of her father's time.

Sasuke is only happy to give it. But really —

"You know, it isn't good to follow your mother's footsteps," Sasuke tells Sarada, who unfortunately won't be able to understand and parttake any of his very important lecture. "That woman doesn't know what's good for her, despite being a doctor."

He knows he's being a tiny bit mean. Sakura is a medic, she doesn't get to have a normal sleep regime. But in Sasuke's personal opinion, she pushes herself too much sometimes.

Freeing his finger from his daughter's grasp — with some difficulty, Sasuke thinks with a smile, she's just like her mother — Sasuke traces his thumb across Sarada's face with delicate pressure, laughing silently as how Sarada crinkles her face.

She's adorable and it lessens the guilt he carries at the fact of how she's awake and not sleeping as she should be. It seems like fatherhood has really sodten him like the dobe said. But his wife — Sakura with a tiny, secret smile and loving eyes — rebuted it, saying, “Anata you’ve always been soft at heart.”

He wanted to contradict that statement, but somehow could not.