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Chōchō had left her daughter in Sarada’s care for the day. This, though the Hokage is grossly inexperienced in childcare—often when faced with little ones, Sarada would be as wary of them as they are of her. But for her closest friend, she tries her best. She brings the little girl to the Hokage tower, and gifts her new playthings to amuse herself with in her office. And when lunchtime comes, Sarada shares Sasuke’s plentiful bento with her.
Her father watches them with a soft gaze, as Chōko heartily munches on umeboshi onigiri and his honey-glazed karaage. She also seems to love his pickles and cherry tomatoes, which brings him no end of pleasure. Sarada shakes her head at him, easily reading the new-kindled affection in his eyes.
Soon, warm and full from the meal, Chōko dozes off in Sarada’s arms.
Sarada sighs, wistful. She meets her father’s eyes with some hesitation.
“Something on your mind, little peanut?”
The old nickname catches her off guard, and she smiles. “Papa, I’ve long outgrown that name, you know.”
“I know. My splendid, beautiful Sarada-sama. I’m so proud of you.”
She shakes off the compliment, her face betraying her growing melancholy. “I’m sorry, Papa.” Her hands lightly comb through Chōko’s hair as she speaks. Sasuke’s gaze turns perplexed. “What is it? There’s nothing you need to apologize for.”
“I’ve chosen this solitary path. I might never have children of my own—so in effect, I have squandered all your great love. I’ve selfishly kept it for myself. You deserve more. I- I’m sorry, Papa.” She hides her tearful eyes in Chōko’s hair, clutching the child like a lifeline. “I’m so sorry.”
She hears him stand, and feels the weight of his hand upon her head. “That isn’t something you need to apologize for, darling girl.” He kisses the top of her head. “I’m thankful.”
Sarada raises her eyes, to the sight of utter tenderness written on her father’s worn face. “To love you and your mother—that is more than enough for me.” He smiles at her. “More than enough to sustain me for all my days.”