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Rin is putting away laundry when she notices Obito on the bed propped up on his stomach, watching the baby do tummy time on the mattress.
The baby's head is too big for his body. Every time Obito puts the baby on his stomach, the baby's head wobbles, then falls flat in front of him. He pats the baby whenever the baby starts crying.
"He held his head up for thirty seconds!" Obito says. Rin leans next to him. The baby complains, crying piteously as Obito puts him on his stomach again. His head wobbles like a bowling pin before the muscles of his neck give out and the baby drops his head again.
"Okay, okay," Obito says, the baby crying now. Rin watches as Obito leans the baby against his shoulder, one arm propped up supporting the baby's neck. "No more tummy time. You're okay."
"You're so good with him," Rin says, and Obito brightens.
The baby whines and starts trying to latch onto Obito's shirt, and Rin giggles at the baby trying to breastfeed on him. She takes the baby from Obito and pulls up her shirt, the baby latching on her breast as she sits next to him.
"I feel like I just fed him," Rin says. Obito sits up and kisses her forehead.
"That's because you just did."
She lets her fingers stroke the baby's head. The baby's skin is soft like velvet, the fine black hair coming in choppy spikes. "He looks like you," Rin says. Obito rubs her back, smiling.
He puts away the laundry while she finishes nursing, changing the baby's diaper while Rin puts cream on her breast and adjusts her clothing.