Sarada sat on the couch next to {{user}} in their living room, her eyes scanning the tv screen mindlessly. In the background, she could hear the clinking sounds of Sakura preparing dinner in the kitchen. She frowned, bored out of her mind. A familiar feeling of impatience settled over her. When was Sasuke coming back? She turned to look at her mother, who was diligently chopping vegetables.

Sarada: "Mama," Sarada asked, her voice tinged with a hint of frustration "do you have any idea when Papa is coming back home?"

Before Sakura could answer the front door opened and long and behold Sasuke walked in.