Note: This is basically going to be my storage place for all my little drabbles of everything from the Naruto world. If it is at any time set within a 'Naruto world' created within one of my fics, I'll denote that at the top. I find these little one-shot therapeutic. Hope you enjoy!

Married Life

"-And that's how Junko seduced the scantily clad kunoichi who looks a lot like your mommy."

There was a warning, "…Kakashi," from somewhere over his left shoulder. Gloved hands went about stuffing the orange little paperback in its original hiding place –between the crib's mattresses.

Father and son turned to the wife and mother who had just gotten home from her first day back at the hospital.

"Uh oh, looks like Mommy's got that evil gleam in her eye. Just remember what I've said before." Sakura's angry scowl turned to an amused smirk as Kakashi added in that same deep bland voice, "If I ever go missing, Mommy's probably buried me in the back yard ok?"

Sakura walked over to him from her position by the door and flicked her husband's exposed nose with impish glee. "I would never."

Soft emerald eyes looked down upon their 1 month old son, smiling. In the same cooing voice that all mothers use to speak to their newborns she added, "Cause your three Uncles would do the dirty work for her."

Tinny fingers wrapped around a slender finger, forming a fist. Sakura waved the attached hand around, playfully scrunching her nose saying, "They will, won't they? Huh? Won't they?"

Kakashi watched his wife give Eskimo kisses to the smiling green eyed infant with a familiar gravity defying tuft of white hair –that had a peculiar pink hue to it in the sun that he liked to deny. Motherly coos continued on as Sakura ignored the narrowed eye upon her. "Oh yes they will! Oh yes they will!"

A flat, "Only because your mother is very dangerous when angered. You're father is an abused husband. Thought you should know," made the playful smile fall.

Sakura gave her husband of two months a false smile and a not so tender pinch to his cheek. "That may be so, but your daddy likes her that way. It's what made him fall in love with her in the first place."

His wife's fingers still crab like on his cheek, Kakashi sighed. "This is true."

As the painful pincers were retracted, he looked down upon their son then with a wry smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "… beautiful."

Sakura received a tender kiss to the cheek. "Just like you."

….To think that her life had been turned upside down because her ex-mentor had seemingly lost his mind one night during a drunken bender with her three boys. So what if he had lost his dinner after the act? Ok, so that hadn't been so pleasant…

Ok, yeah, he had treated her like the plague the morning after and many days after that…until she had beaten him to a bloody pulp outside his apartment with Naruto, Sasuke and Sai throwing in encouraging words from the bushes. But still, he had come around….eventually.

It didn't really matter that she had threatened castration if he kept away from her any longer.

Really, what more could she ask for?

She had a beautiful baby boy that thankfully she didn't let Kakashi name Junko, three wonderful –albeit slightly competitive- Godfathers, and a loving husband that wasn't too shabby in the bedroom…without massive amounts of alcohol.

Everything was just as it should be.

Well, other than the fact that she had to keep from killing her husband after catching him reading his favorite paperbacks to their innocent little son, every time she left him alone with the poor defenseless babe. When she had said reading out loud would be good for his development, she hadn't meant Icha Icha.

That's all she needed: another pervert in the family. There were already two. She didn't need him tainting a third.

Sakura's forehead slumped to Kakashi's vest dejectedly, knowing the truth.

It was a fact that she was the pants in the family, sure -even if her husband was the deadly famous Copy Ninja.

Threat of abstinence was a beautiful thing really.

But truthfully…her hold over him was a double edged sword, a weapon that could be turned back upon its owner.

For, although she wasn't too keen on the idea of her handsome husband reading his smutty little books to their son, she was more than willing- No. She almost needed to act out his favorite passages …in bed.

His so called punishment never lasted very long. …Kakashi was just too influential.

Sakura pouted with her face smashed into the green flak vest, tears soaking into her confused husband's shoulder. 'Our son has no chance.'

Kakashi patted the whimpering mass of pink on his chest, a brow raised. "I think Mommy needs to take a nap."

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