Sakura readily swung her feet from under the covers of her duvet and fumbled around the room for her robe. Reaching for the door knob, she turned back to take a small glance at her snoring husband who was completely oblivious to the fact that their child was crying softly in the room next door. She stepped out of her room and into the next one next to her, turned the handle and tip toed in, she smiled lightly at the dim lights planted around the nursery, illuminating the blue walls and childish ornaments sat in the small chest of drawers which housed her sons clothing.

The pink haired woman turned to the crib, taking in the sight of the baby's scrunched up face and red cheeks, and rubbed her hands in slight circles on the tiny boys stomach, soothing his cries, before lifting him slowly, his head resting comfortably on her shoulder.

She couldn't deny it really, though twelve year old Sakura would probably not approve of her future husband, she couldn't imagine her life any different. However she could do with getting Shinachiku out of the habit of tugging on her hair any chance he could get, Naruto says he would do the same all day if he could.

The small boy started sniffling on her shoulder and Sakura pecked him on the cheek, causing him to open his green eyes that matched hers so vividly. He was the perfect mix of her and her husband, she thought.

"What's up with you, did you just want some attention?" Sakura asked quietly so as not to wake Naruto, her voice coming out in a whisper. Shinachiku gave her a small smile and closed his eyes again, calmed by the sound of his mothers voice.

She gently bounced the little boy and spun around, slightly taken aback by her husband leaning against the door, his arms crossed over his chest and a grin spread across his face.

"What are you staring at?" She asked accusingly.

"Just the most perfect thing I have ever set eyes on."

"And what would that be?" Sakura teased, noting how cheesy the conversation was getting.

"You holding my little Shina-chan here, it's a sight I can never get tired of," Naruto walked further towards her and placed a kiss on her forehead.

The now awake Shinachiku reached to attain hold of his father and Sakura handed the child to him.

"Hey little man," Naruto poked his cheeks and Shinachiku giggled.

Sakura sighed, "great now he's never going to get back to sleep."

"Oh come on Sakura-chan, it's not that bad."

"I know it's not but I go back to work tomorrow, I need some sleep."

"Then go back to bed, I'll take care of him."

Sakura patted her son on the back as he poked Naruto's cheeks, trying to imitate his earlier actions.

"I know you will, but I don't want to put it all on you you have to be at the office tomorrow as well," she smiled sadly.

Naruto gazed at his wife, silently trying to join in and cuddle up to them, "I just don't think I'm ready to leave him yet," tears started to form in her eyes.

"Sakura-chan, he'll be fine at your parents house, it's not like we're not going to see him again."

Sakura's tears began to finally fall and she wrapped her arms around her husbands waist.

"I know, and I know I'm just overreacting, but I want to be there for him as much as possible."

"And you will be, so will I," Naruto wiped at her crying face with his thumb.

"Come on, he can come sleep with us tonight," Sakura was pulled towards the door and into their own room.

Naruto steadily placed Shinachiku on the mattress and beckoned Sakura next to him. Still wiping her tears, she quietly laid down next to the baby, a few seconds later Naruto joined behind her.

"Naruto, look at him," Sakura smiled at a snoring Shinachiku.

"I know Sakura-chan, I think he gets it from you," Naruto kissed her on the cheek.

"Baka," She whispered, mostly to herself.

No other words were said that night, and Sakura slept peacefully in between her snoring family.