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I do not own Naruto. If I did, Fugaku wouldn't have been so ugly, and Mikoto would still be alive. :c
A sharp tap on the boy's head distracted him. "It's impolite to stare." His mother reprimanded, taking his hand and leading him to another shop.
"But mama, she was so pretty!" He whined loudly, pointing at the dark haired woman. His mother gave an embarrassed smile to the other woman before telling her son not to point.
"I apologize, Mikoto-san!" She called, loud enough for the other woman to hear, but not loud enough to cause the other occupants of the marketplace to look at her. "Iruka is just at that age, you see."
Mikoto smiled prettily, placing a hand on her bulging tummy. "I don't mind. It's good to get used to these things now instead of being surprised when he finally decides to come out."
"Can I feel the baby, mama? Pretty, pretty please?" Iruka's mother sighed exasperatedly.
"I don't mind." Mikoto said, shrugging. Iruka squealed and, releasing his mother's hand ran over to the pregnant woman. She took his right hand softly and placed it on her belly.
The young boy giggled jerking his hand away quickly, "He kicked me!" Undeterred, he placed his hand back on Mikoto's stomach. "Rub the baby, rub the baby, rub the baby..." He sang softly.
"Mikoto. It's time to go." The pregnant woman turned her head to see her husband standing behind her, a bit off to the side.
Rubbing Iruka's head, she smiled softly once more. "You can feel the baby next time we meet, alright, Iruka-chan?"
The brown haired boy nodded excitedly, grinning. "I can't wait!" Mikoto laughed almost inaudibly before following her husband.
"Be good and listen to your mother, Iruka-chan!"
I just thought it would be cute to have little Iruka meet Mama Uchiha since they are both adorable. Well, even if no one likes it, I enjoyed writing it.