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“Dad, is Sasuke cooking tonight?” Boruto asks, looking at his father who is sitting at his new desk in the living room, reviewing mission reports with his reading glasses resting low on the bridge of his nose.
“Yes, he’s making chuuka ramen,” Naruto answers without looking up, flipping through the pages. “Go tell Sarada and Himawari to come downstairs, okay?”
“Okay!”
Naruto sets down the mission report as his son runs upstairs. Sasuke walks into the room, an apron around his waist, leaning in to plant a kiss on Naruto’s neck.
“You should really stop working so late,” Sasuke tells him. “The kids worry about you. Especially Boruto.”
“I’ll try,” Naruto promises, turning around to slide an arm around Sasuke’s waist, pulling him down gently into a kiss. “Are you interested in joining Sarada and Boruto on a mission to Kiri next week? Mei requested an envoy to discuss some joint training between our nations, and I don’t trust her not to harass Boruto now that he’s of age.”
“She’ll just try to harass me, instead,” Sasuke says gloomily.
“Not if she knows that you’re a married man,” Naruto murmurs, planting another kiss on Sasuke’s cheek.
“Everyone knows Sakura and I aren’t together anymore.”
Naruto pulls away enough to look him in the eye and says, “Sasuke Uchiha, I want to make miso soup for you every morning for the rest of my life. Will you be my husband?”
He has the pleasure of watching the impenetrable Sasuke Uchiha’s face turn as red as the tomatoes he loves so much before Sasuke turns his head away, hiding behind his dark hair and mutters something incomprehensible.
“What was that?” Naruto asks, leaning in until he meets Sasuke’s gaze again, holding back a grin.
“Of course, you idiot,” Sasuke tells him. “Now shut up and help me set the table!”
“Anything for you, Teme,” Naruto replies with a grin. “Anything, dattebayo.”