After some encouraging words I decided to go ahead and continue with this KakaSaku AU! Let me know what you think! I don't own Naruto or any of the characters of the show, all rights belong to Kishimoto. Oh and yes, so in this Sarada's last name is Haruno. Just like Rory in Gilmore Girls had Lorelai's last name.

Chapter Two

"Mom!" Sakura groaned and placed a pillow over her head in response.

"Seriously mom we have to go. Like now." Sarada's voice still penetrated the pillow, and Sakura lifted it from her face to glare at the feather stuffed pouch.

"Why does that never work?" Sarada snorted, and left her mother's room to go down the stairs. Pushing herself up from her nice warm cocoon of her comforter and insane amount of pillows, Sakura started getting ready for the day.

Sad she wouldn't be able to walk into work in her flannel butterfly pajama pants, Sakura pulled out the light grey pencil skirt and black button down from her closet. Eyeing the fuzzy red sweater she truly wanted to wear, the pinkette groaned again. Mornings were not her thing.

Pulling on her black heels at the bottom of the stairs, Sakura peered into her kitchen for her daughter. It was day two of Sarada being at the prestigious Konoha Academy. Her daughter was dead set on attending the best school in the country for college so Sakura had watched over her little daughter as she took over the education empire and crushed it beneath her feet. She was so proud. It felt like only yesterday the two of them were curled up on the couch both suffering from the stomach flu that Sarada had brought home from her kindergarten class.

Now her teenage daughter was wearing a private school uniform and starting her second day of her sophomore year at Konoha Academy, and Sakura didn't know how to feel about it. At all.

"Lets go Sarada!" Her daughter appeared a moment later, large backpack filled with books slung over her shoulder as she pushed her bright red glasses up on her nose. "Hatake's for coffee before school?" Sarada asked hopefully as she turned to head out the front door, and Sakura smiled.

"I would be upset if we didn't. So would Kakashi," Sakura said as she locked the door behind her and slid into the driver's seat. Sarada smiled to herself, enjoying the fact that the the gruff plaid shirt wearing man had a soft spot for her. Almost like a proud father. Sakura hummed along to the AC/DC song playing through the speakers in the car as she drove through their small town and parked outside of Kakashi's diner. Kakashi heard her before he saw her, rolling his eyes at the woman's incessant mumbling.

"Coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee." He hadn't even heard the bell above the door jingle before he heard her.

"Haruno. How many cups?" he asked gruffly, his back turned towards her.

"Swear she hasn't had any yet. She's only been awake for an hour," the voice of Sakura's daughter answered for her.

"Sarada!" Kakashi turned and gave the girl the closest thing to a smile he'd given anyone in days.

"Look at that uniform, you're growing up huh?" Kakashi's voice took on a remorseful tone at that, and Sakura felt herself melt. He'd always loved Sarada and in that moment it was incredibly obvious. Instead of his usual flannel shirt, Kakashi wore a black hoodie and his signature hat turned backwards. Noticing his sleeves rolled up Sakura glanced down to the tattoo that graced his forearm. Why was that thing so attractive to her? Oh right cause it was on Kakashi.

"Don't remind mom. I had to console her the other night because she realized in a few years I'll be at college." The silver haired man set a cup of coffee in front of Sakura and more regretfully in front of Sarada, both Haruno women humming gratefully.

"Have I told you recently how much I love you?" Kakashi rolled his eyes before disappearing back into the kitchen, ignoring Sakura's comment with practiced ease.

"Hey its not my fault I practically raised you to be my best friend and partner in crime." Kakashi chuckled as he appeared again, this time holding two white paper bags with the logo diner on the front.

"Here. Since I can't trust that either of you will have a real true breakfast, there's a bagel with cream cheese in there for both of you." He handed the bags over and Sakura beamed at him.

"I'd be indignant about your opinions on my eating but I'm too hungry and I have to take this one to school. See you later Hatake." Kakashi grinned at her, one of those sexy 'I'm trying to make you blush' grins as he eyed her button down and skirt.

"Alright, hey have a good day at school kid. I'll see you later Sakura." Kakashi waved them off as they disappeared out his door in a whirlwind of sassy comments and moaning about work and school. But not before Sakura tossed a wide smile over her shoulder meant just for him. And not that he'd admit it, but if after they showed up he was in a much better mood then that's just the way things went.

Sakura found herself busier than normal at the Inn. When not being a single mother and a nursing student Sakura managed the Katsuyu Inn just outside of their small town. After dropping off Sarada, she'd shown up to work expecting all to be right with the world. When all was not right with the world, in fact it seemed a large pipe had burst and flooded the second floor of the Inn. Sakura had spent the entire day dealing with the pipe, unhappy guests, rearranging rooms for people to stay in, and dealing with someone who could deal with any and all water damage.

Sakura was on the phone with the insurance company when Kakashi appeared in the doorway of their staff only room. She hadn't seen him as the phone was on speaker in her lap, and her legs outstretched in front of her as she sat in a corner on the floor. Her eyes were shut, her face pinched in that way that he knew was from annoyance and from a lack of food. Making his way over to her, he couldn't help but admire the way her pale legs were smooth and unblemished. He tamped down a smile at the bright green toe nail polish she had painted on her toes, instead nudging her foot with his boot.

Sakura jumped almost a foot in the air, viridian eyes flying open to stare at him in shock, and then indignation. She rolled her eyes at him as he raised a brow, and pressed mute on her cellphone.

"Pipe burst so I've been on the phone practically all day, I'm being tugged around like a piece of meat between jackals, and I've been on hold for the last," she paused checking her thin silver watch. "Forty-five minutes. And I'm hungry."

Like magic the takeout bag appeared in front of her eyes and Sakura gasped. Looking from the bag to Kakashi and back to the bag she smiled slowly. Slow and wide and filled with...well something that made Kakashi swallow.

"Well I'll be. What a gentleman you are Mr. Hatake," her voice turned into a slow southern drawl, one that made Kakashi's silver brows raise, his lips quirking in a small smirk.

"Hush woman. Eat something before you explode." Sakura snorted and peered in the bag, moaning in pleasure as the scent of hot salami wafted up to her nose. Kakashi crouched down and pinched one of her toes, causing the pinkette to squeal.

"What did I tell you about moaning Haruno." Sakura swallowed thickly, feeling her skin heat and arousal thrum through her body. Sakura gave him a cheeky grin as she curled her legs under her. His eyes flashed with something and she flushed lightly.

"That you love it when I do it," she quipped as she stood, earning a snort from Kakashi who smoothly stood as well.

"Ah. Now eat something before you lose your temper and kill someone. I gotta get back to the diner." Back was the gruff Kakashi she knew, but the heat in his eyes remained. He turned to make his way from the room, and Sakura found herself distracted by the way he walked, even more so than normal. Blinking she shook herself from her thoughts.

"Wait Kakashi," said man turned to look at her with a raised brow. "How'd you know I needed food?"

"Well you hadn't come to the diner to annoy me for lunch so I figured you needed some." He replied quickly before disappearing out the door. Sakura grinned and pulled out the sandwhich, happily planting herself into a chair at their small staff kitchen table.

"Come to mama."