A Mother's Love
Chapter 1: Little One
This was it.
It was going to happen today, in probably just a few hours—it was going to happen and there was no way she was going to be ready for it. She couldn't be, she wouldn't be, how could she be? Knowing that it was nothing more than a simple evolutionary happenstance that was naturally going to occur did nothing to prepare her for the prospect of it actually happening.
Would it happen all at once? Would she be able to capture it perfectly in mind? How long would it last? In which room would it even occur—and on that note, should she carry around a chair, just in case? A light one that she can unfold in a blink so she doesn't miss a single second?
Just looking at him was sending her heart into palpitations, her fingers tightened over the safety railing to the point where her knuckles began to whiten.
Should she wake him? Try to get a jump start on the proceedings…?
No. No, of course not, she was being silly, and uncharacteristically impulsive. He needed his rest, this was nothing to rush after all; he would do it, and he would do it in spectacular fashion.
Why?
As Kushina looked down at the bundle of covers and the little pink-fleshed, blonde-haired baby boy wrapped in them, something warm and all-consuming began to swell behind her chest.
"Because you are destined for great things, little one."
A/N: I like the version of Kushina that's in A Mother's Sword, so I'm using her again, because I can, because she's awesome. To be honest, I don't have a set-in-stone route for this story, mostly a series one-offs, so we'll see where it goes.