AN: It's finished! The prompt this time was from a lovely anon who requested:

For the prompts could you do a fluffy kakasaku family with them being lovely dorks for their little baby?

I hope it's as tooth-rottingly fluffy as you wished.


Leaning over the counter with less grace than she was used to, Sakura wondered not for the first time why they'd decided to have more than one child. Saburo was a handful on his own, a bundle of arms and legs that declared defiance against his mother and father with every waking moment, and the idea that she was bringing not one but two more into the mix was… exhausting.

Maybe that was why she hadn't yet told Kakashi they were having twins. He'd simply accepted her larger belly this time round as the signs of a much bigger child; helped, of course, by bribing Pakkun and the rest of the dogs to secrecy when they'd taken one look at her and declared it a litter.

Taking a bite out of the crisp red apple in her hand the medic sighed heartily, a smile rising to her lips when Saburo copied the sound from his perch on his stool. At three years old, he was at the developmental stage where he mimicked the noises that she and his father made, the resulting cacophony of sighs and world-weary grumbles a source of endless entertainment to Naruto on the days he watched their precocious child.

"Mama?" the youngest Hatake queried, bouncing up and down when he couldn't see her over the counter in his path.

"Ye-es?" she answered in a sing-song, plopping the half-finished apple onto the bench and moving into her son's line of sight.

"Tired?" he asked, surprising her with his perceptiveness.

"Oh, just a little, from all this growing I've been doing!" she replied with a smile, patting his silver hair in lieu of gathering his robust little body up for a hug. Already cumbersome at the four month mark, she winced at the thought of picking things up in the months to come.

"Then it's nap time," Saburo said decisively, warm hand grasping up at hers as he led her to the couch.

"Is it now?" Sakura asked, amused, and let her son pull her gently down while he fussed in his childish way around her. Like his father Saburo was a taciturn sort, prone to showing he cared rather than expressing it in words. It might have been her hormones but the sight of her baby boy being so caring brought something very like a lump to her throat.

"Are you joining me?" she asked once he'd pulled a blanket over her half-prone form.

Saburo shifted, conflicted between the temptation of the offer and the urge to act grown up.

"Um…"

"I would," a voice called from below the table in the living room, and Sakura tipped her head back to see Pakkun give her a very human wink. "I'll watch after Mrs. Boss."

Saburo clapped his hands together in obvious glee. "Thanks, Pakkun-san!" he cheered, climbing with deliberate care in between Sakura's legs as she sprawled on the couch. Within minutes, he was breathing the heavy sleep of childhood, head resting on his favourite spot on her ever-expanding stomach.

Patting his curling silver hair softly, Sakura felt that moments like this made it all - the tears, the tantrums, even the fact that she felt rather like a beached whale - worth it. And soon enough, she joined the younger Hatake in sleep, curled up like puppies as Pakkun and the others crept around and put Saburo's toys back where they belonged.


As soon as he stepped over the threshold of his home, Kakashi felt the calming wash of his wife and son's chakra flow over him. He'd always been sensitive to people's natural chakra rhythms but after six years living with Sakura, he'd become attuned to the slightest fluctuations in her ebb and flow, and he felt his lips curve at the dull swirl that indicated sleep.

Sure enough, he tiptoed into their living room to find her peaceful on the couch, Saburo curled up as close as he could get. It had been a tough day at the office, dealing with the falling out of two jounin that had escalated to something very close to attempted murder, but the sight of his two favourite people eased the stress from his brow within seconds.

In fact… Kakashi tossed his official robes over the back of the nearest chair and carefully, quietly, pulled himself over the back of the couch until he was snug between it and his wife. Coming close to a sleeping Sakura was a gamble; she was prone to growling something fierce and pregnancy only increased her sleepy rage, but he was pleased to see she only sighed and shifted to accommodate him.

Pressing a warm kiss to her temple, he closed his eyes and was about to let sleep take him when he felt a fat finger poke him in the arm.

Cranking one eye open, Kakashi held back a long-suffering sigh when he found his son's face very close to his.

"Dad," Saburo whispered.

"Mhm?" he replied, staring into eyes that were a miniature copy of Sakura's.

"Mama is very, very tired from all the growing," his son informed him, a touch haughtily.

Kakashi waited. Saburo was rarely the kind of child who made declarations without reason, and he suspected a question the likes of which would have him wanting to wake Sakura up to help him handle it. Being a doctor gave her a fantastic advantage when it came to difficult questions and he'd always been an awkward sort, even with his own wife and child.

"So…" his son continued, "I've decided that I don't want a little brother or sister any more."

Kakashi blinked, feeling suddenly far more alert. Sliding his eyes away from his son's he caught Pakkun's gaze, his most loyal summons looking as taken aback as he felt.

"Well," he said slowly, clearing his throat and reaching a hand out to stroke the soft skin of his son's cheek, "why is that?"

"Because…" Saburo looked between him and his sleeping mother, lip trembling in the prelude to panic, "because mama can't- can't- can't-"

Kakashi felt his heart clench as his son's words began to be interrupted by hiccuping sobs.

"Because I'm worried mama might fall over and not get u-up!"

At Pakkun's suspiciously laugh-like snort Kakashi frowned her his son's head at his companion before meeting his son's watery gaze and trying for a reassuring smile. Resisting the urge to wake Sakura up he opened his mouth to speak, but at that moment she shifted instinctively in her sleep, cradling her upset son closer to her with a mother's fierceness.

"Oh, mamaaaa!" Saburo was crying in earnest now, small arms clenched at his sides as he let his mother's arms fold him into a hug.

"Listen, little Sabu," Kakashi started, earning a frown at this use of his mother's exclusive nickname, "your mama is the strongest, most wonderful…"

And he was about to continue, but with a sleepy shift he was confronted with not one but two pairs of glimmering green eyes, as Sakura woke up to what could only be described as literal pandemonium in her arms.


Staring between her howling son and her panicked husband with the fogginess of sleep rapidly retreating, Sakura's first instinct was to fight, and she felt Kakashi's soothing hand clasp hers as she clenched her fists warningly.

"What's this?" she croaked, voice still hoarse.

As her son was too busy trying to burrow himself into her cardigan tearfully she looked expectantly towards her husband, who managed to look sheepish and rather seductive as he was pressed against her on the couch.

"Um, Saburo has decided he doesn't want a brother or a sister any more," Kakashi explained, hand reaching out to ruffle their child's hair.

Sakura raised her eyebrows in surprise; it wasn't an uncommon sentiment amongst young children, but it wasn't one he'd expressed before.

"Whyever not?" she asked soothingly, hand covering Kakashi's on their son's silver locks.

Snuffling awfully, Saburo peeked up from his position on her stomach - which was rapidly becoming quite uncomfortable - and she saw his valiant attempts to stop crying at the worried expression on her face.

"Because you might- you might fall over and never get up."

"I see," Sakura said, amusement hovering at the corner of her lips. "Because I'm getting really big?"

Saburo nodded.

"And what did your dad say?"

"That you were the strongest, most wonderful…" Saburo repeated his father's words, listing them off on his fingers with the seriousness of a child. At the praise Sakura levelled Kakashi with a satisfied look, bringing a blush to her husband's cheeks.

"And do you think he's right?" she asked softly once he'd finished.

When her son acquiesced, Sakura smiled indulgently, stroking down from the crown of his head to his cheek. Her smile only deepened when she went to move the heavy toddler into a more comfortable position and Kakashi anticipated what she needed, strong hands clasping Saburo and bringing him onto his father's hip.

Taking the opportunity to sit up so she was upright around Kakashi's legs, she continued to look fondly down at her two men.

"Don't be sad, little Sabu," she said gently. "Think of it like this… that I'm growing some more people to help me get up if I ever fall down."

Feeling her husband stiffen behind her Sakura didn't realise what she'd said until he spluttered in shock.

"People?"

Ah. Sakura tossed her head to the side in apology, one hand on her stomach and the other on her neck.

"Yes, people… Saburo here is going to have two little brothers."

Kakashi stared at her mutely, grey eyes widening.

"Three… Hatake boys."

Her son giggled, upset forgotten at his father's obvious shock.

"That's right."

"Well…"

And she'd be worried if she didn't know Kakashi, but the shock was already morphing into her husband's quiet expression of joy, apprehensive as it was. When he sat up behind her, moving their son into her lap as he laid his legs around her and cradled her in his arms, she sighed in pure bliss. And when she felt his lips touch the side of her neck under her ear, she closed her eyes and grinned broadly, reaching back to pull fingers through his rough hair.

"I suppose," she mused, pulling his head so his chin rested on her shoulder, "that it was my turn for an awkward confession."

And though Saburo didn't know why his mother and father were laughing - and she was certainly never going to tell him about the second of his father's awkward confessions - Sakura beamed as the youngest Hatake threw his head back and howled with the same laughter she'd heard in Kakashi's rare unguarded moments.

Yes, she thought. Things like this - even tantrums - are worth it.