Sasuke shifted in his seat, staring down at the wide eyed creature bouncing ever so slightly in his lap. It was his first night off, and Sakura had a shift at the hospital- of course. He tried to contain a sigh, afraid to disturb Itachi from his little bubble of babylike pleasance.
"Sakura," he called to his wife from the other room, his calm was unwavering.
She emerged from the bathroom, fashioning her hair up into a bun; wearing only a bra and her underwear. Sasuke frowned a little, turning Itachi's little face in the opposite direction. Sakura laughed, "What exactly are you shielding him from?"
Sasuke narrowed his eyes, "Is it appropriate for Itachi to see all of your parts?"
She simply smiled and walked back into the bathroom, "You say that as if he hasn't fed from these parts for the past six months."
Sasuke considered her words, she had a point. He looked into his baby's unknowing eyes. Blink. Blink. Blink. Nothing. The child knew nothing. Sasuke tilted his head, a sputter of drool and smiles erupted from the infant in his lap. Despite the mess, Sasuke couldn't resist a loving smile. Sakura took a seat across from her two favorite boys, all ready for her shift at the hospital.
Sasuke averted his eyes from hers, gazing at his son's tiny form, "You think I can do this, well, on my own…"
Sakura nodded, confidently. "You're his father, of course you can."
With a deep breath, his eyes finally met hers. He had a truly lovely wife. "It's just that," Sasuke searched for the words, "I haven't really had to take care of him without you here."
Again, the rosette simply nodded, her smile unfading, "Yes, I know. How is it that you can so confidently go to battle, and yet you're terrified of your infant son?" Sasuke scoffed at the comment. It was different. She placed a kiss on his forehead. "Walk me to work?"
"What about Itachi?" as the words fell out of his mouth, he immediately knew, "No, you are not going to make me wear that thing."
Before he knew it, they had arrived at Konoha hospital. Little Itachi was as content as ever, strapped comfortably to his father's chest in the contraption that Sasuke had long assured Sakura he would never wear. Ever.
Sakura leaned in to her son, planting leafy kisses across his dark head of hair, "Ja ne, my beautiful boy."
Sasuke snorted, she was undoubtedly one of the cutest things he had ever seen. A close second to Itachi, that is. Sakura glanced back up to her husband, still snuggling a cheek against their son, whispering sweet 'I love you's. "Oh," she said to Sasuke, "and you too, Grumpy."
"Hmph," he sounded. She pulled his head down to hers, planting loving kisses on his lips. She rubbed the tip of her nose to his in parting. Disappearing into the building, the only two Uchiha boys were left to their lonesome. The sky was a deep shade of orange, signaling the approaching night. But it felt too nice out to be indoors. Sasuke let his gaze fall to the sweet creature on his chest, who looked up at him in wonderment. Sasuke smiled.
"Itachi," he addressed his son in a voice a little too mature for an infant, "How about I take you to the place I met Sakura? I mean, your mother."
The Uchiha boys set off into their village of Konoha.