sasuke will fight, will die, will /kill/ - for his little girl. but the one thing he will not allow for is to doubt. thus, his first intimate thing he had shared to sarada, his daughter, is this : "your mother named you."
“my mother?” shebreathes through parted lips, so similar to the ones on another woman. lipsthat he has, in another life, heard say I love you.
sasuke has gone so long without the image of his littlegirl, and even though years have separated them, when he looks at her—adjustingher glasses, lanky, a mouth made for smiling, small hands—he still feels pride.
he cannot believe that this issomething of his own—his one creation, and it is bathed in goodness and kindness and strength. she has grown so well.
he nods. “sarada, from saraswati. the goddess of knowledge, music, and arts. wisdom and learning. all the things that your mother knew you would have inyou. all the things that I know you have in you.”
sarada stares back at him, his blood in her veins, and sasuke feelshis own rushing in his ears with each pulse—fa-mily, fa-mily, fa-mily.
