She held the child in her arms, small, dark haired and glaring. He held the other child in his arms, trembling, blushing and terrified. Black eyes met white with twin panic. "You... you... you appeared in my room!" Hinata raised the child who glared at Sasuke with a frown and he sucked in a breath as he tried desperately to fathom staring at his five year old self.

"You're going to be Mrs. Namikaze. Are all your childhood dreams coming true?" He's joking, she know. But she still shakes her head no. This, obviously surprises him. "I wanted to be Mrs. Uzumaki." Because she must remind him, always, that she loved him when he was nothing. When he was nothing, he was still her everything. At this, he can only stare, blatantly amazed, and kiss her.