Malachite

Sakura has no words (granted she is barely seven months old and can’t talk yet) as she lies on her blanket, doing tummy time in her garden, while a two-month-old Sasuke lies on his back kicking his feet. 

She’s found herself waking up chewing on his hands more times than she can count these days. His hands taste good too.

Something changed when her family had dinner at the Uchiha’s. Most specifically, the relationship her family had with Sasuke’s family. Their family had more dinners together. Her brother was often seen hanging around Itachi and Shisui. Her mama and Fugaku were whispering over something, watching the other adults with fondness and slight concern. And her papa and Mikoto had this bond… not something romantic, mind you. 

It honestly reminded her of her relationship with Naruto. Something sibling-like in nature. But she knows that dinner was the first time they had met despite their shared tenure as shinobi during the war. The way the two revolved around each other honestly reminded her much of the bond team seven had with each other. 

I wonder if Mama and Papa keep in contact with their genin squads? Sakura is confident that both her parents have been shinobi. The third war was such a war where everyone eligible was drafted. Her parents in her original world had been genin before retiring.

“Sacchan~” 

She turns her head to look at the three older boys watching over her and Sasuke. (She ignores the drool dripping down her chin and the giggles in the wind)

Her brother grinned as he reached for her, “Ready to practice walking?”

Shisui is smiling brightly, and Itachi has his lip quirked slightly.

Sakura sighs inwardly, another peaceful day.. When will Naruto be born?