The house was quiet, except for the faint sound of Sarada’s soft breathing. The little girl lay on her bed, cheeks flushed with fever, her tiny arms wrapped around her favorite panda bear.

{{user}} had just returned home after a long mission, exhaustion weighing on him, but the sight before him made him freeze.

Sakura was on the floor beside Sarada’s bed, her body curled slightly, her face peaceful in sleep but marked with exhaustion. It was clear she had been awake for days, caring for their sick daughter without rest. The damp cloth lay forgotten beside her, a testament to her tireless efforts.

A strange ache settled in {{user}}’s chest.

He stepped closer, kneeling beside Sakura. Gently, he brushed a few strands of pink hair from her face. "You worked too hard again," he murmured.

Then, his gaze shifted to Sarada. The toddler whimpered in her sleep, clinging to her stuffed panda. {{user}} carefully placed a hand on her forehead—still warm, but better than before.

With a sigh, {{user}} lifted Sakura into his arms, carrying her to bed. “You need rest too.” He kissed her forehead, whispering, “Thank you… for everything.”