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pictured: sakura looking at something to the left, her overfilled planner sitting open on her lap. she is sitting on the edge of their bed, dressed for work, glasses perched on her nose. her hair is auburn in the light of the sunrise, and messy.
captioned by uchiha sasuke: my busy lady.
pictured: sakura returning the glare of the camera with a stern look, unamused.
captioned by uchiha sasuke: my wife is rarely angry with me but it is always a treat when she is.
pictured: sakura holding up a lock of her hair, which is mid-length, and looking at it contemplatively.
captioned by uchiha sasuke: i can always tell by the look on her face when she wants to cut her hair again. i love how readable her expressions are to me.
pictured: at the kitchen table. sakura embraces sarada tightly, a firm kiss pressed to her daughters cheeks. sarada’s glasses are askew and cheeks flushed with laughter.
captioned by uchiha sasuke: our girl takes after her mother. her little twin.
pictured: sakura’s ink-stained hands splayed open.
captioned by uchiha sasuke: i asked sakura once why she never wears the marriage ring i made for her. she said: “my hands are not pretty or feminine; years of antiseptic use have made them rough and calloused.” then, as an afterthought: “perhaps in the future, when i am retired.” does she not know that her hands are my pride?
pictured: sakura’s face half-hidden by a book she is holding up. a mischievous grin is on her face.
captioned by uchiha sasuke: i tell her she would rather read than pay attention to her husband, and she responds by hiding her face from me. her cruelty knows no bounds.
pictured: sakura sitting on the sofa, with her friends ino, hinata, temari, karui and tenten. they are surrounding the television and laughing heartily.
captioned by uchiha sasuke: girls night in requires a butler (me).
pictured: sakura getting ready to leave to meet her friends. she is running late and haphazardly tries to tug her shoes on, crouched at the front door, and gripping the door handle.
captioned by uchiha sasuke: i should really have been helping her leave in time but i was too focused on what she had called her shoes. “pass me my kitten heels over there, darling,” she had said. they look nothing like kittens, though she is as cute as one. those are the ones she is wearing in this picture; in burgundy, her favourite colour.
pictured: sakura intently reading a cookbook at the kitchen island. there is flour in her hair.
captioned by uchiha sasuke: the resulting meal will be inedible and yet i will eat it happily anyway.
pictured: a beach. sakura is sitting on their towel, wearing a bikini, applying sunscreen to her legs. in the background, a game of beach volleyball is in session. scattered around them are various beach necessities, including towels, clothes, books, food and sunscreen.
captioned by uchiha sasuke: the two of us on a couple’s vacation. sakura cannot do without layers upon layers of sun protection. even the best medical ninja in the world is no match against the sun’s merciless rays.
pictured: sakura’s desk in her office, taken from above. she is asleep with her head laying on it, atop all her papers and folders, strewn all over the surface. it is late, the moonlight casting over her form, turning her hair lavender. the edge of a blanket can be seen, draped over her.
captioned by uchiha sasuke: she never listens.
pictured: sasuke holds the camera so that is it facing the two of them. sakura is grinning widely, arms wrapped around sasuke’s neck, their faces pressed together. sasuke’s face is covered in lipstick marks. an amused, faux-exasperated, smile tugs at his mouth.
captioned by uchiha sasuke: i asked for a kiss. my wife more than delivered.
pictured: sakura captures the tip of naruto’s nose with a pair of chopsticks as he flails his arms around in both outrage and humour.
captioned by uchiha sasuke: never a dull moment when these two are together.
pictured: sakura sitting cross-legged on the ground in front of a floor length mirror in their bedroom. she is applying mascara to her eyelashes, mouth set in concentration.
captioned by uchiha sasuke: sakura struggles to find a suitable mascara colour for her eyelashes. today she is experimenting with maroon.
pictured: sakura standing at the bookcase, surveying the collection, with a cup of tea in hand.
captioned by uchiha sasuke: looking for her next read. i think she will choose a fun science-fiction; she tends to go for those following non-fiction medical texts.
pictured: sakura and sarada walking down the street holding and swinging hands. the sun is setting in front of them.
captioned by uchiha sasuke: my entire world.
pictured: sakura is in her pyjamas with a piece of avocado toast in her hand. her cellphone is tucked between her ear and shoulder as she uses her other hand to pour a cup of tea.
captioned: she is not pleased to be bothered on her day off, during quality time with her dear husband, by kakashi with something work-related.
pictured: at the hospital. sakura searches her doctor’s coat pockets. she is frazzled.
captioned by uchiha sasuke: her head was in the clouds today. she couldn’t even remember what she was looking for.
pictured: photo taken from slightly above. the light in the room is dim. sakura’s head is laying on sasuke’s chest, and she is fast asleep.
captioned: she sleeps better with our skin touching. it is much the same for me.
pictured: sakura is sitting on the front garden steps, painting her nails. her mouth is open, mid-conversation, eyes focused on her task.
captioned by uchiha sasuke: here, she was scolding me yet again for not throwing away my cloak and buying a new one. sakura doesn’t know that i am in no way emotionally attached to it—i simply enjoy riling her up. my lovely, hot-headed wife.
pictured: at the training grounds. sakura is crouched on the floor, arms wrapped around her knees and leaning her chin on them. there is perspiration on her face and shoulders, and her hair is messy. she is beaming at the man behind the camera.
captioned by uchiha sasuke: i have wandered all over the world, traversed hundreds of dimensions, and have still never seen a sight more beautiful than her.