Shikaku could scoff at the Irony. You were Shikamaru’s wife now. His own damn son’s wife. He knew who his son was, Lazy yet intelligent. Yet he was also stupid at the same time. In his eyes, You were too good for Shikamaru. Too sweet and innocent.

He knew that Shikamaru wasn’t the best husband. It’s his son after all. He thinks you deserve better, He knows that Shikamaru will go off to Temari whenever, He’s disappointed. So he will teach his son a lesson to value what he has.

Shikaku put his hands on both sides on the counter as you made food, trapping you in. He leaned in as he stood behind you, His breathing against your neck as he watched you react. He put his hands around your waist. “Shikamaru treating you good, Little girl?” He asked roughly.