Warning: This has A major Character death in it. However, it isn't any of the following: Itachi, Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura, Kakashi, Ino. Also, this is a slightly lighter book than anything else I've written, so if you're looking for angst this isn't the right one, although does have it's fair share.

IMPORTANT: All of the character's personalities are based on what I believe their psychological output on life would be, based both off; their age, experience, and environmental circumstance. Do not say to me that Sakura is completely useless and that this is totally wrong, because although I do hate her myself, her attitude is at the level I believe it would be at age eighteen.


Chapter 2: Daddy's Home

Shortly after they finish their tea a loud wail is heard throughout the house, and Naruto laughs at the expressions on his -former- teammates faces. A child was crying, that much was obvious, but they hadn't even realized there was one in the house.

The blond smiled and patted Sasuke and Sakura on the shoulder before heading down the hall and into the room where the young two-year-old resided. Fugaku had been a complete accident, in fact, Naruto had been beyond shocked, which soon turned to anger when he found that Kyuubi hadn't told him about that little detail of his anatomy.

Fugaku was soon to be three years old, in fact, his birthday was in a day, and Itachi had promised he would make it for his son's birthday, Naruto had given him a sceptical look and ushered him out the door with a long goodbye kiss.

Itachi loved his son, Naruto knew that knew that very well, his husband absolutely coddled the kid, in fact, Naruto would probably be ended up seen as the "Horrible, strict, parent" if he wasn't careful.

Fugaku barely looked like him, he had Itachi's hair, nose, eye style, eyebrows, skin. In fact, if not for the azure blue eyes you wouldn't be able to tell it was his son at all, many books had said that the first born would take after the father far more than the mother -though he loathed to be called that- Itachi simply found it endearing, and reason enough to try for another kid, he said he wanted more Naruto's running around, Naruto had point-blank refused.

Though only for the time being, he knew Itachi loved children, but he was too young to have to deal with more than one, Itachi had understood, thankfully.

Fugaku had stopped crying as soon as Naruto picked him up, the blond knew it had been a nightmare, and his son would not want to talk about it, he was right his son stayed completely silent as he exited the room.

Fugaku was clinging onto his neck, pitch black hair that was slightly too long, was beginning to get tangled, and Naruto ran a calm hand through it to remind himself that this wasn't a problem.

The other members of team seven were looking at the blond with something akin to awe, and Naruto laughed slightly, Fugaku copied him. The blond felt his heart melt, somebody had told him once that listening to your child laugh was both calming, and beautiful, Naruto believed it completely now, where he had been sceptical before.

"Aw! Naruto! Who is this?" Naruto smiled at her, and gently pulled back on his son's shirt so that he would look up, and not stare at Naruto's neck the whole time. Fugaku stared at Sakura blankly, he didn't talk often.

"Everyone this is Fugaku. He came as a bit of a surprise when I was seventeen, the little brat decided to sneak up on me." He smiled, Sakura cooed, and Sasuke and Kakashi raised an eyebrow in questioning.

"Fugaku huh?" Sasuke asked, a smirk on his lips, but it was obvious to Naruto he didn't know who Fugaku's father was, nobody would even think it to be the older Uchiha now would they? Naruto chuckled mentally.

"Yes," Fugaku responded, his voice that of a child, yet somehow he had managed to perfectly capture his father's expressionless tone. Naruto resisted the urge to giggle.

"Fugaku, I'm going to put you down now okay?" The two-year-old nodded, and Naruto put him on the ground feet first, Fugaku knew how to walk, had since he was one, Naruto had been concerned, but Itachi had said it was normal for Uchiha children to learn the basics of life quickly, and it had quelled his fears.

Fugaku walked the few steps the-the coffee table and sat down cross-legged, took out a box from underneath the couch, and took out some toys he wanted to play with, completely ignoring the other adults in the room, at least for now.

The blond knew the inquisitive child would ask about them soon.

"Otou-san where is Chichi?"

"On a mission." Fugaku pouted, his eyes downcast. "Butttttt...He did say he'd be back for a certain someone's birthday..." His son's eyes brightened instantly, and he smiled, Naruto smiled to. He missed Itachi just as much as his son did. But then it came as fast as the wind and as forceful as a wave.

His sickness, God he hated himself for disregarding it, for forgetting to take his medication, he didn't want his son -his beautiful little boy- to see him like this, he didn't want anyone to see him like this. He flinched violently and grabbed his chest, his blunt nails digging into his skin slightly.

And then he coughed red liquid gushing out of his mouth. He coughed again, his frame shaking, as he dropped to his knees suddenly feeling weak. He heard a small cry, his son, his beautiful son.

"Otou-san!" He felt the familiar tingling of healing chakra on his back, and registered it as Sakura quickly, his vision was blurry but he saw Kakashi step in front of his son and pick him up, but before he could thank the man another violent cough shocked his system.

Now he just really wanted Itachi here, but he didn't dare voice it, he couldn't, his son however didn't have such quips, and began yelling. Frantically.

"CHICHI! CHICHI! ONIGI!" Naruto could hear tears in his son's voice, and it snapped it out of his coughing fit, though he still felt extremely disorientated, he didn't care for that, though, his son was scared, that's all that mattered. Sakura was speaking to him, but he wasn't listening, he was simply looking at the form of his son in Kakashi's arms, squirming to try and get away, he smiled slightly, and breathed in deep.

His lungs protested, and his heart burned him, but he had to look strong right now. Even if had to force himself to.

Kakashi put the displeased, and angered child down, and immediately he went to Naruto's side and snuggled up to him, not at all caring for the blood stain on his chin or the weak smile on his face, that was far more like a frown as he did so.

Fugaku was looking at the opposite wall so he couldn't see the searching and worried expression on team seven's faces. He knew there would be questions later but for now, he wouldn't answer anything relating the current situation.

There was a problem however, Uchiha children were rather weak as infants because of the body preparing itself for the Sharingan. And they had an automatic self-defense system placed upon them as a seal when they were six weeks old.

The child had to be under extreme stress for the seal to activate, but Naruto knew on a subconscious level that Fugaku's seal had reacted. Itachi would be here within a number of days as the seal was fussy to only work on the Uchiha's parents or Guardians as the case may be, never did it contact a non-Uchiha person, meaning that the seal wouldn't work in Naruto's favor but at least, Itachi would know.

That at the moment was not a good thing. He didn't even want to think about what Sasuke would do if he saw Itachi.

"Naruto..." Sakura really didn't know what to say, and Naruto cringed inwardly, he really didn't want to explain. But with both Sasuke and Kakashi here it wasn't really an option.

"I-" He swallowed, his face twisting slightly in self-disgust. "I have TB," He said quietly, but he knew they had heard when Sakura stifled a gasp from coming out, and the small tears in her eyes. Sasuke frowned, and his eyebrows drew together, barely concealing concern, Kakashi's visible eye had widened.

"I-I have medication of course!" He exclaimed rather quickly, he didn't want to be dragged into Konoha for treatment, he had a family to take care of for heaven's sake! Sakura looked relieved at those words, and Sasuke and Kakashi visibly relaxed after seeing her reaction to the news.

Fugaku was crying, his little fists wound deep into the blond's shirt, and his eyes were scrunched closed in anxiety.

"Chichi...Onigi..." Naruto frowned, he was still calling for Itachi. God there was going to be a lot of explaining to do when Itachi got here. Naruto sighed, he needs a goodnight's sleep.

"It's getting late. We should all probably get some shut-eye." The company nodded, and retired to their two separate bedrooms, Sakura getting her own, as Naruto really didn't want to wake up to arguments, of wet dreams or... anything else.

He coughed into his own fist to disrupt his own thoughts, he did not want to go there. He stood up and reached down his hand for Fugaku to take so that they could be done with their nightly ritual.


Naruto awoke to the sound the door opening and closing. It was odd since it was only one AM in the morning, and none of his guests would ever get up this late, or early as the case may be, hell they probably hadn't even heard it.

Slowly Naruto got out of bed, and walked over to the door, but before he could finish his journey, said door opened to reveal the well-known shadow of his husband. He smiled even though Itachi couldn't see it, and hugged the man tight, Itachi hugged back, though it was extremely tense.

Naruto knew why, though, Fugaku had summoned him in a sense, and that was not an easy thing to do if you don't have a good reason. Naruto knew Itachi was extremely worried, and his eyes lit up ever so slightly even though the raven couldn't see it.

He left the room quietly to go get their son.

He normally didn't like to wake up his son so late in the night, but the kid would be pissy the next day if he didn't see his father right when he came home. That and the fact that Itachi was immensely worried helped to quell his protests on the matter.

"Fugaku, Fugaku, Guess who's here..." He whispered as he saw the child's eyelids fluttering. He all out grinned when the little boy shot out of his bed, and ran down the hallway to his parent's room, Naruto following closely behind as to assure that there would be no injury in this sprint.

When they both entered the room Itachi immediately grabbed his son and lifted him up so that he was crushed against his father's chest. Hugging him as tightly as he could and stroking the little boy's hair.

"I. Was. So. Worried." Naruto then realized Itachi was clenching his teeth, and he smiled.

"Are you staying?" He Naruto spoke softly.

"Yes. We had already completed the main aspects of the mission when I felt the pull. Kisame is finishing up." Naruto nodded into the darkness of the room. And turned to the bedside lamp clearly illuminating his husband and child. Itachi was smiling softly at him.

But it soon morphed into a cold expression as he turned towards the door. "There are other chakra's signatures in the house..." He left the statement open, therefore allowing the blond to explain.

And explain he did.

To be blunt, Itachi was not pleased in the least, in fact, he came close to leaving the room and killing the remainder of team seven. Fugaku pulling on his sleeve stopped him. He had sat on the bed in utter silence after that.

His eyes unfocused, and mind astray. Naruto let him. He and Fugaku stayed in the room until the sun went up. Then left to make breakfast, leaving Itachi to his own devices, hopefully, to figure things out.

Itachi came out fifteen minutes later, having to discard his Akatsuki cloak, and was dressed instead in his usual fishnet and sweat pants, his feet bare. He wrapped his arms around the blond's waist as said blond was looking down at his steaming cup of tea. He pressed a firm kiss on Naruto's neck as he did so.

"They'll be waking up soon," Naruto said, his voice soft. Itachi hummed gently next to his ear at the statement. "Itachi can you go check on Fugaku, I don't like him to stay alone for so long." Itachi nodded against his neck and kissed him gently on the cheek as he moved towards the youngest Uchiha's room, his footsteps light. Naruto smiled slightly and started to serve up breakfast.

It was five minutes later that he knew, that Fugaku had trapped his father into playing a game with him. But he didn't get the chance to leave the kitchen as everybody was awake now and looking hungrily at the eggs, hashbrowns, and bacon he had made. He chuckled at their longing glances and served them up.

"Where's Fugaku?" Sakura asked between bites. "Isn't he a bit young to be on his own for long?" Naruto smiled at the rest of his team as they looked up at him curiously.

"Nah, I'm sure his father can deal with him...For a while." He mumbled the last bit to himself. Itachi may love Fugaku to death, but he was still awkward around the small child. Sakura's eyes brightened instantly.

"His father is here!" She smiled brightly, and Naruto cringed.

It was then that Itachi came in.