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exercise. Plus, I promise to keep it PG until Sarada gets home."

Sakura laughed, the tension easing between them. "Alright, fine. But if we get caught, you're taking the blame."

"Deal," Sasuke said, his voice low and conspiratorial. "Now, go grab that apron.”

the competition, after all. And I could use a sous-chef."

"Is that what you call it?" she asked, arching an eyebrow. "Because it sounds suspiciously like an excuse to get me into that apron."

"Maybe it is," he admitted, his smirk widening. "But think of it as a team-building

fun while we wait for her to come home."

Sakura bit her lip, her heart racing at the playful challenge in his eyes. "What do you have in mind?"

"How about a little baking practice?" he suggested, his tone shifting to one of mock seriousness. "We need to perfect our entry for

flush at the thought, "I don't think she needs that kind of imagery in her head," she replied, trying to sound serious but failing miserably as laughter bubbled up inside her.

"Fair point," Sasuke conceded, his expression softening. "But that doesn't mean we can't have a little

tell, Sasuke. It's practically a neon sign! And Sarada is sharp; she picks up on everything."

“Maybe we should just embrace it," he suggested, leaning closer, his breath warm against her cheek. "Let her know that her parents are still very much in love."

Sakura felt her cheeks

asked.

"You know, that unmistakable glow women have after sex."

Sasuke chuckled softly, the sound warm and inviting. "So, you're saying we have a tell?" he teased, his dark eyes sparkling with amusement.

Sakura rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips. "It's not just a

else," he suggested, his voice low and teasing, sending a delightful thrill through her.

"Sarada could be back any moment. She knows what we've been up to since you returned to the village, and I don't want her to catch us."

"How does she know what we've been up to?" Sasuke

asked.

"You'll find out this weekend," Sasuke smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Do you still have that apron from when we first got married?"

"I do?" Sakura responded, surprised as memories of their passionate beginnings flooded her mind.

"Slip it on and nothing

her lips. "You know," she teased, "if you keep that up, we might not get to baking."

“There's always time for baking later," he replied, capturing her lips with his. "We can start this weekend; I already know what our entry for the competition will be."

“And what is it?” Sakura

his eyes. "Thanks, Sakura. That means a lot." He leaned in and pressed his lips gently against the purple diamond on her forehead, a gesture of affection that spoke volumes about their bond.

As he pulled away, he noticed her cheeks flush slightly, a playful smile appearing on

sure I do it right."

"You will," Sakura reassured him, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "You’re a great father, Sasuke-kun. Just be yourself, and Sarada will love every minute of it. Plus, I’ll be right there to help if you need it."

He looked at her, gratitude shining in

almost hear her gentle voice guiding him through the steps, the way she would laugh when he made a mess in the kitchen. "I guess it would be nice to pass that down," he said, a touch of nostalgia in his voice, momentarily forgetting his rivalry with Naruto. "I just want to make

explained. "This could be our way of keeping family traditions alive. Sarada will treasure these moments, just like you did with your mother."

Sasuke's expression softened as he reflected on his childhood, recalling the warmth of his mother and her cooking lessons. He could