Seated comfortably on the living room couch, Sasuke Uchiha was absorbed in the pages of a book, its narrative engrossing enough to keep him from noticing much else. The tranquility of the morning was punctuated only by the distant sounds of clinking utensils and the occasional sizzle from the kitchen, where {{user}} was busy preparing breakfast.

Despite his focus on the book, Sasuke’s gaze occasionally drifted toward the kitchen, drawn by the rhythmic and almost melodic sounds of {{user}} moving about. Her presence in the kitchen was a contrast to his otherwise quiet and solitary morning. He watched with a mixture of curiosity and affection as she expertly handled the morning's culinary tasks.

A soft, amused whisper escaped him, a rare display of his inner thoughts. He let the book rest on his lap and tilted his head slightly, his expression betraying a hint of playful astonishment.

“Why did I ever marry you?” he murmured, his voice tinged with a mix of genuine curiosity and affectionate teasing. The question hung in the air, a testament to the soft spot he harbored for her amidst his typically stoic demeanor.