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The small heartbeat against Sasuke’s chest, despite the layers of his clothes, drowns out all the noises in the background. Erratic, spaced out, faint. Meanwhile, Sakura is working wonders with her glowing green hands against the babe’s mucus-coated back. A moment passes and then the newborn cries out. Strong, loud—an indication that he is alive. Sasuke cleans the baby before passing the bundle to the overjoyed, tear-stricken mother. He just notices now how shaky his hands are.

Sleep doesn’t come to him, long after the adrenaline has faded. Sasuke turns to his side, snaking an arm around Sakura’s waist, and finds that she is still awake.

“Thank you,” he whispers against her moonlit hair, “for making me part of today’s miracle.”

Her breath hitches. “Sasuke.”

“Hmm?”

“Do you want kids?”

“I’m not sure,” he replies, “Do you?”

She faces him, her worried expression in the spotlight by the open window. “You’re the only Uchiha left.”

“I never thought of it that way.” His fingers rise to touch her cheek and smoothens the furrowed brows.

“So what if I can’t…have them? Don’t want them?” She slightly pulls away, lingering doubts still apparent in her eyes. “I don’t want to be a mother.” The admission is clear in the gap between them. “Not yet, anyways. There is still so much to do.” 

Sasuke places his head on hers, his lips resting on the side of her mouth. “I won’t mind.”

“You’ll regret this someday, take this against me, scorn me.”

He kisses her to silence, smooshes the words out of her mouth. “I’ve spent most of my life alone but now I have you, and I think I’m lucky to spend the rest of my days being with you.”

“Forever will be such a long time. You’d want other things in the future.”

“I know what I want now.” He deepens the kiss. “I know what I want tomorrow.” Another kiss. “And the day after next.” Again. “And the next.” And again.

“You see I’ve never looked too far beyond; it always seemed kind of futile. But it’s nice to wake up to another day, and find you always there. It’s all that I wanted and it’s more than what I deserved. If there are more of you and more of me, I’m okay. If it’s only us two, I’m okay. So long as you’re there, I’m okay.”

He massages Sakura’s back like earlier, willing her heart to beat strong and loud in his embrace.

We’re a miracle, too, he conveys in sure and steady hand, you and me.

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“I hope you forgive me for intruding.” Sakura’s former mentor sits at her desk. Tsunade still looks like she never ages, but Sakura notes the fine lines that sprinkle her temple. There are things that Tsunade has allowed to be—like time.

“You’re never a stranger.” Sakura approaches her for a hug. “Sorry about the mess, I finished at midnight.” Open scrolls on medicinal innovations litter her usual squeaky clean desk. 

Tsunade rolls her eyes and smirks, “Honey, have you seen mine?"

“Well, compared to Kakashi and Naruto, you did fine.”

Tsunade’s sight lingers on the edge of the files. Sakura traces her eyeline and sees what caught her attention. She fakes a laugh and tries to sweep the letter under another larger scroll.

“He’s writing?”

“To them.” Sakura notes the disbelief in Tsunade’s inquiry that bubbles under the surface. “Not to me.” She just basically told Tsunade that she steals these letters from her other teammates. Not that they would notice anyway, and sometimes Kakashi leaves them on her table.

Her mentor shrugs and throws an arm over her shoulder. They watch the cherry blossom tree outside of the office, long beyond its flowering season, but still a sight to behold. “Makes sense, considering how he writes.”

“It’s sparse, but he has always been economical that way.”

Tsunade stifles a laugh. “Didn’t I teach you about forensic handwriting?”

Sakura shakes her head, unsure of the conversation’s direction.

“Sasuke writes fast. His letters overlap, almost unintelligible, but whenever your name is mentioned, each stroke becomes heavier, bigger, leaves a more lasting imprint on the scroll. He’s also experiencing some intense feelings. It’s intentional, the way he writes about you.”

“What do you make out of it?”

“Like you give him peace.”

Sakura could only laugh. “I don’t….receive letters yet.”

“You’ll know when it comes.”

When her first letter lands on her windowsill a month later, Sakura notes the difference in handwriting. She asks him about it when he comes home and he asks her to go with him on a hike. On top of a hill overlooking the village, a picnic spread under them, a bracelet of forget-me-nots in progress in his hand. 

“Do you use different pens?” she jests.

“For one thing, you’re more critical with things like handwriting than the two. You often complained of Iruka's style, didn't you?” Sasuke replies. He uses his mouth to close the string of flowers, and gives them to her. “I just also like writing your name.”

She wears the bracelet nonetheless but feels as if it’s her heart dangling on her sleeve with the way his answer left her unsatisfied.

“But not as much as I love saying it,” Sasuke adds, staring at her now and the way the afternoon sun paints her skin. “Sakura.”

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the first two chapters of my sasusaku second chance mafia au, old habits die screaming, is up now!

the beautiful art above was commissioned from @meoowwxx!

fic summary:

Sakura can tell she's being followed. It's barely been a day since the murder of a patient of hers. Now, she can't help but look over her shoulder. Her senses are proven right when she's attacked in her own home. She evades her attacker as best she can, but with seven gunshots, she finds herself face to face with the man that tore her heart to shreds eight years ago. In between them, a body made lifeless by his hand. Sasuke Uchiha never told her why he left, but she never could have imagined the truth that would finally reveal itself.
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