Moms and Dads

Hinata didn’t know if what she was doing fell under parenting or self-sacrifice.

There was probably little difference between the two.

She felt his heat as he drew closer, and found herself smiling when he rested his palm against her shoulder and kissed the other, his warmth against her back. “How was your day?” she asked quietly, as to not startle the sleepy bundle in her arms.

“Tiresome.” Was his reply, and his fingers found her hair interesting to touch. “Yours?”

“Same.” Heat rushed to her face when his fingertips slid down her neck and between her shoulder blades.

He saw the visible shiver and shifted, the ball of his palm against the bedcovers and his chest pressed to her back. “You should hire a babysitter.” He said quietly.

“Hanabi does a nice job at it.” She leaned back slightly into the touch and brushed hair off his cheek so she could see him better; his chin was on her shoulder.

“For an hour or two…” he reached over around her and touched the tiny head. “And then she starts to whine.”

There was a soft rumble in her chest, a laugh. “I can only stay away for an hour or two, anyway.”

“That would have to change.” His brow twitched.

“Soon.” She sighed. “Soon he will start crawling and would get up on his feet.” Carefully, she shifted and the child's tiny fist let go of her nightgown, having fallen fast asleep against his mother’s heartbeat.

A cold finger brought the strap of her gown up, not her fingers.

“I dread the day…” he grumbled and moved away so she could hold the kid upright against her shoulder. He lay down and watched in curiosity, and caught the humor in the purse of her lips. “What?”

“You dread him walking about, breaking things.” She started, “I think you should save that for when he starts looking at girls.”

His brow twitched.

“Or when he goes on his first mission.” She mused quietly. “Or learns to see through walls…”

Sasuke was silent, stoned over in shock. "Is it too late to undo everything?"

She laughed.

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D: ya lame i kno *is brick'd *