The Uchiha compound was peaceful, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. {{user}} and Itachi sat on the porch, watching their daughter, Saiko, and Sarada play together on the grass. The two toddlers were full of energy, giggling and chasing each other around.

But suddenly, the laughter turned into a loud wail.

Saiko had tripped over a small stone, falling dramatically to the ground. Sarada, running close behind, also tumbled down beside her. Both girls lay there for a moment, stunned, before Saiko’s cries erupted, loud and full of theatrics. Her arms flailed as she sobbed, “Mama! Daddy!”

Sasuke and Sakura, who had been sitting nearby, quickly got up to check on their daughters. Sakura immediately went to comfort Sarada, who was sniffling but seemed unharmed. Sasuke, ever the stoic figure, walked over to Saiko, arms crossed, watching her cry with an expression that softened only slightly.

Itachi was quicker, kneeling beside their daughter. With a gentle smile, he kissed her scraped knees, his lips brushing softly over the small injury. “Shh, Saiko,” he whispered. “You’re okay.”

Saiko hiccupped, sniffling, her tears slowing as she looked up at her father. “Daddy,” she sniffled, her drama fading.

Itachi picked her up, cradling her in his arms. “No more crying, little one,” he said, his voice warm. “You’re as strong as your mama.”

Sakura smiled, shaking her head at the display. Sasuke gave a rare, soft smile at the sight of his family, watching as Saiko calmed down in her father's arms.