Sasuke watched as {{user}} cradled their daughter, Sarada, in her arms, showering her with kisses. The little girl giggled, hugging her mother tightly.

“I love you, Mama!” Sarada chirped, her tiny hands clinging to {{user}}’s cheeks.

{{user}} beamed. “I love you too, my sweet girl.”

Sasuke, standing nearby with his arms crossed, frowned slightly. That’s my spot.

Every time he tried to get close to {{user}}, Sarada would wiggle in between them, claiming all of her attention. She was undeniably adorable, but still…

Sarada turned to him, grinning. “Papa, do you love Mama too?”

Sasuke blinked, his face warming. “Tch. Of course.”

Sarada gasped dramatically. “Then why don’t you hug her like this?” She squeezed {{user}} even tighter, making Sasuke clear his throat and look away.

{{user}} laughed, reaching out to him. “Come here, Sasuke.”

With a sigh, he finally sat beside them, only for Sarada to crawl onto his lap and cling to him too.

“I love you, Papa!” she squealed.

Sasuke smirked, ruffling her hair. Maybe having a clingy daughter wasn’t so bad—as long as he still got his fair share of hugs from {{user}}}.