[canonverse, fluff, minor angst]

There was just something about her, the dark tuft of black along with eyes of the same shade. Her tiny hands were always reaching, pushing up into the air, reaching for her papa's finger.

It's addicting.

Just watching her is addicting. From the way the tiny baby giggles and gurgles and reaches to grab either him or Sakura and Sasuke can't help but think of just how he was able to create such a precious thing.

How had he in all his rage and anger, managed to redeem himself to the point where Sakura could love him again (not that she had ever stopped).

Sarada looks up at him from where she's lying in her crib, her face is lit with joy and Sasuke gives her a tiny smile.

She smiles back and it's adorable.

She's precious and it's all too surreal.

She's too much for him. He isn't sure how he can't mess this up. He's Sasuke Uchiha, the man who will inevitably mess anything up one way or another. It doesn't matter much what it is, but it is known that he will ultimately find a way to taint it.

One way or another, everything he loves will one day be tainted.

And that is inevitable. It's a fact.

But Sakura comes in and wraps her arms around Sasuke. And she asks what's got you thinking so hard?

And Sasuke shakes his head.

Sakura lays her own head against her husband's chest and reassures him that no matter what you'll be a great father. A great and wonderful father and Sarada adores you, now and forever, we adore and love you.

And it's then that Sarada's small hand manages to grasp her father's index finger.

Sasuke smiles.

Yeah, maybe it'll be alright.

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By: arahabaki