Author's Note: Tis short, but who cares. I simply felt like writing this. Enjoy this drabble.
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Minato's POV
"Then what happened next daddy?" Small sweet chuckles from his son slipped through the blanket, filling the peacefully illuminated room.
"Well..." Minato had laughed, joining along with his son's amusement, "your mother was very cranky as a result of that, so when papa had came home from a very hard A-rank mission, your mom was flying off the handle. All I had said was 'I'm home' and she was stomping towards me ready to knock my lights out. I asked, "Kushina baby, what's the matter?' , but she seemed to ignore me. She was set on fixing me straight (on whatever I did). Just when she got too close and she was readying her fist, your smart dad here yelled out, 'Kushina sweetheart, I love you sooo much!'."
Small series of reactions were displayed the young man's face as he continued to entertain his son with a bed time tale of the past.
"Instantly, it seemed to be the magic words. For a few minutes I was save. That is until your mom stops cuddling me and asks me the death question."
"What was it?!"
Pure excitement and amusement was presented on his son's face. It fueled his father to get closer to his bed and ask in a poor feminine voice, "Minato sweetheart, do I look fat?"
Boisterous laughter went around the room as both father and son found humor in the age old joke.
It took a few minutes for them to settle down before Minato continued with an explanation.
"You see Naru, around that time, your mom was pregnant with you and she was already in month seven, so her stomach was this big."
He briefly showed what his wife's stomach looked like at the time.
"Now you know papa doesn't like to lie, so he was put in a diff-"
Suddenly Naruto shot up, bringing his neatly tucked covers up with him. Already his orange pajamas were slightly disarray and his bed hair had started form. His stubbly finger pointed at dad accusingly.
"Ah! You double liar! You didn't play with me last week! You were out playing with grandpa while I was stuck with Iruka."
Minato coughed a bit and locked around the almost dark room.
"Ah...well you see...daddy wasn't playing he was going over important business..." His voice had gotten a bit quieter and it held a bit of nervousness. His eyes were avoiding his son's slightly.
"You two were both out in the play ground using your chakara to have fun in the sand box!"
His aqua orbs were lying on the floor in somewhat shame from being scolded by Naruto, his 8 year old kid. He looked up for a second only to see that wall clock.
'Yes! Good timing!'
"I saw you dad. You and grandpa were making sand villages and everything. Why didn't you come back home to play with me?"
"Ahh! Look at the time Naruto! It's 8:30. Lights out!"
The young man got up from his cozy chair positioned by the side of his son's bed and made his way quickly towards the door.
"Dad wait! Don't run away!" Minato turned around and saw a frown placed on Naruto's baby face. He felt as though he was turned into goo.
"Yeah?" He asked.
"I know you don't feel being lectured right now, so I'll do it later, but you have to keep this promise."
Naruto was looking directly at him with such focus that he couldn't have said no. Even if he was super busy for the rest of the week...
"You have to play with me like Itachi does with Sasuke*."
Wait...did his son just ask him to play with him?
Ending Note: Twas short and rushed, but I felt like I had to write a Minato x Naruto. Hopefully it wasn't too bad.
*Yeah...there's some Uchia-cest going on in this fic... ;)