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Of the Beginning

The Queen took the stories and She ate them, chopping up poems, taking draughts from epics, swallowing vignettes whole. She was given offerings of playwright’s notes, sheets of underwater ballet choreography, links to illicit piracy websites, but it was never enough. There were whispers of Her favorite offerings, of philosophy books filled with notes, of abandoned manuscripts, of secrets whispered in the dead of night. Drop an elder with memory of unrecorded oral history from an oppressed tribe on Her doorstep at exactly 1:32 AM, and a pen that channeled untold wisdom through whatever you wrote would be gifted to you through assorted means. (Rumor has it Hozier was once sacrificed to her, but he’s probably been blessed)

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thank you so much. but if you want to, would you like to make a saiino fic? maybe coffeshop!AU where Sai is a barista and Ino is the customer there? Or maybe estabilished relationship!saiino and just pure fluff? 😁 Thank you very much.

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Title: Just Like This

Summary: On a peaceful afternoon, the Yamanaka family finds comfort in each other and learns that happiness comes in many forms. SaiIno one-shot. Lots of fluff.

Disclaimer: I do not own nor did I create Naruto. This was created solely for entertainment purposes.

Rating: T

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Lying on his back with one arm behind his head, his face was more peaceful than she had ever seen it before. His lips were slightly parted in rest and in his other arm laid a tiny sleeping body, curled up against his father’s right side. Watching her husband and son, Ino couldn’t help but melt at the sight. 

As quietly as she could, the blonde tip-toed to the side of the bed beside her son’s form. She sat gently, careful not to disturb the tranquil pair as the mattress shifted under her weight. With soft fingers, she reached out to pull the three-year-old’s thumb out of his mouth, pausing briefly when he stirred in his sleep. She chuckled to herself when her eyes traveled to Inojin’s other hand which tightly clutched a paintbrush, the item much too large in his toddler-sized grasp. He was truly just like his father. 

When the thought crossed her mind, Ino’s eyes fell upon Sai’s face. His eyes were open now as he tenderly watched his wife and child. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Ino whispered, barely audible.

“Don’t worry, beautiful. I was already awake.” His voice came out even quieter than hers as their eyes met.

Even after all these years, the sound of his nickname for her still made her chest flutter in excitement and glee. As the blush formed on her cheeks, she moved to gently caress his face, running her fingers lightly across his brow bone and tracing a line down to his jaw. His left hand that was beneath his head moved to clasp hers. In a smooth motion and with his eyes closed, he brought her palm to his lips, giving it a sweet kiss, before pressing it back to the side of his face. 

When he opened his dark eyes again, he was met with her light teal ones as they brimmed with tears that threatened to fall. Puzzled, he furrowed his brows and tightened his grip on her hand. 

“Are you—” he swallowed nervously— “unhappy?”

He couldn’t force his heart rate to slow down as he waited for her reply. After torturous training that forced him to suppress any and all emotion, he still struggled to read it on others. He found it even more difficult with his wife, whose moods presented with much more intensity than he could ever muster. 

“No, of course not,” Ino reassured gently, understanding painted across her face. “I’m crying because I’m happy.” 

“People cry when they’re happy?”

“Yes, they do.” She softened her gaze on him, a small smile playing on her lips. “Especially when they’re really, really happy.”

He smiled at this and released her hand. Shifting slightly on the bed, Sai held out his arm to her, beckoning her to lie down beside him. With a widening grin, she quietly rounded the bed to reach his left side before climbing in and snuggling close to her husband’s chest. She felt his arm tighten around her body, his palm resting on her waist.

When she settled beside him, he tilted his chin down and planted a slow and tender kiss in her hair. He smiled when the familiar scent of flowers filled his nostrils. He found comfort in the quiet that followed and filled the room, his heart full with the feeling of his family lying in each of his arms.

After several minutes, Ino broke the silence. “You know, it’s just not fair,” she said with a pout.

He gave her a questioning look but upon realizing that she couldn’t see him—her eyes instead trained on their son’s sleeping face—he added, “What’s not fair?”

“I carried this kid inside me for nine months and he comes out looking and acting exactly like you,” she said, feigning annoyance. Truthfully, though, it filled her with joy to see her son resemble his father so much.    

He chuckled and Ino thought to herself that it was one of the magical sounds she had ever heard. “That’s not true, he has your hair and your eyes. And he’s great with flowers even though he’s still so young.”

“I guess you’re right.” 

Sai could hear the smile in her tone as her voice trailed off. She moved her hand from its position resting on her husband’s chest to lightly run her fingers through Inojin’s hair, stroking the blond locks that looked just like hers.

Pulling her hand away from her son, Ino closed her eyes as she laid her ear on Sai’s chest, relaxing to the steady sound of his beating heart and breathing out a content sigh. They stayed like that for several minutes, basking in the silent comfort of each other’s presence. 

“How would I know when you’re happy?” Sai asked suddenly.

She propped herself up on her elbows to look at him, their eyes meeting each other. 

“What do you mean?” Her head tilted slightly in confusion as she faced him.

“I mean, it’s confusing because sometimes people cry when they’re sad but sometimes they also cry when they’re happy.” His gaze steadied as he studied her features, “How would I know when you’re happy? What does your face look like?”

Her heart melted into a puddle at his question. With two hands, she cupped his face and forced him to watch her before saying, “My face looks like this when I’m happy.”

“Really? Just like this?” His voice was low, almost whispering, as his fingers absentmindedly brushed strands of hair away from her face, tucking them behind her ears. With a tender expression that Sai knows she reserved just for him, she brushed their lips together and smiled brightly.

“Yes,” she murmured. “Just like this.”

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