His sister was crazy, how was he supposed to raise three children by himself? Scratch that how could he raise one two children and a female? He had no clue when his sister and his wife were alive how to handle them, what was he going to do with a baby? Sasuke was at that age he could fend for himself, with supervision of course, and Itachi…well Itachi was Itachi.

"Tou-san?" Itachi peeked into the pink nursery—it had been at the insistence of his Aunt that every little girl needed a pink room. "Sasuke finally fell asleep. I think you should go to bed soon too." Sighing he stood from the rocking chair and shifted the sleeping baby slightly.

"I suppose. I'll see you in the morning." And ignoring the questioning look from his eldest son he carried the sleeping bundle to his room and set her on the giant bed to change into his pyjama's. He was not letting a child—especially of his own blood—sleep in a pink room. It was too bright and cheery.


Please tell me what you think, I have no clue where I am going with this, and I also need a title. Any suggestions?