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With a steaming mug filled just below the brim of an herbal tea and a splash of creamer clutched between his palms, Itachi carefully sits on the old, rickety front porch swing. It creaks loud beneath his weight and its almost guaranteed that the flaky blue paint chips will be stuck to the thick fabric of his (husband’s) dark green robe whenever he stands up again.
When he and Shisui had first moved into this little red-brick house and decided it would be their forever home, they went back and forth for what felt like months on end about getting rid of this swing.
“It’s practically decrepit,” Itachi had tried to argue, to which Shisui refuted,
“That’s all part of the charm,” when Itachi wasn’t particularly moved by the sentiment, Shisui’s shoulders dropped considerably, “at least think about it,” and then, used Itachi’s weakness against him – batting those thick black lashes, he popped out his bottom lip in a pout like they were seventeen again and said, “Please?”
Itachi sighed, knowing he couldn’t go against those lashes and gave in.
And oh, is he so glad he did.
From the front porch swing, he has a perfect view of the golden sun as it peeks between the early morning clouds; of all the morning dew glistening on the freshly cut grass and a beautiful view of all the freshly bloomed hydrangeas that line the garden beds and fill the soft breeze with their pleasantly sweet scent; pf the edge of the forest and all the birds that call the neighboring trees their homes.
But the best view of all is when he sits on that rickety front porch swing and looks in. There, he sees a curly headed cutie, her black ringlets practically bursting out against the pink bow pinning them back out of her face, with mismatched socks because she likes to state her independence by dressing herself; sees a wispy-haired tot clutching his favorite blanket in one pudgy fist and his sippy cup of chocolate milk in the other; sees their father – the most handsome man Itachi has ever laid his eyes on – holding both of them and spinning, earning the sweetest squeals of pure and utter delight he has ever heard as they beg to spin again.
Given that he travels for work – capturing some of the world’s most breathtakingly beautiful natural works of art – there are sights that Itachi has seen that most people could only ever dream of.
But none of that could ever compare to his front porch looking in.