Dear Shion,
Writing this letter to you was harder than I thought it would be. But I have to.
We never kept it a secret from Boruto that Hinata isn't his birth mother. We didn't think lying to him would be a good idea. A part of him knew anyway; he questioned why he didn't have black hair like his sister, or lavender eyes like Hinata.
He asked me to write you a letter, which I found ironic since that's how you left us. He's 4 now, but you probably already know that if you've been counting the years. He's smart, but not smart enough to write a full letter to the woman that left him.
He wants me to tell you what he's like. So I will. He's a lot like me. He's a troublemaker; he's gotten kicked out of two daycares. Hinata's more upset about that than I am; I find it funny. I see parts of you in him too though. He scrunches his nose the same way you do when someone pisses him off. And his favorite food is hamburgers like you. He's adventurous, and strong-willed, and funny as hell. But he gets serious if anyone tries to hurt Hinata or Himawari. He loves them a lot. We both do.
He says that his best friend is Sarada; they have lots of play dates. He likes playing with Shikadai too. He likes cooking with Hinata and Hima, and his favorite season is winter because of snowball fights.
Naruto resists rolling his eyes when he hears rustling outside the door. Before he can stand up to get it, the door cracks open, and two small bodies tumble into the room. He can't find it in himself to be upset, looking at the smiles on his children's faces as they call for him.
"What are you doing, Daddy?" Boruto struggles as he attempts to sit on his chair; his small hands are on Naruto's lap as he tries to lift himself up.
Naruto picks him up, and places him in his lap, before doing the same with Himawari.
"I'm doing our thing, Boruto."
"What thing?"
Boruto turns himself around, looking his father in his eyes. He's close enough for Naruto to see all of his features; the sparkle in his blue eyes, and his small button nose. He looks just like himself.
"Y'know…the letter."
Naruto shouldn't be surprised the four year old forgot about it given his age, but he breathes a sigh of relief when his brows rise and his mouth forms an O.
"What?!" Himawari struggles to stand on his thigh, and Naruto quickly secures her with his arm before she falls.
"Nothing, Hima!" Boruto practically yells in his ear. Maybe he should tell Shion he's loud like her too.
"Hinata!" The kids are beginning to argue, so Naruto yells for his wife's name.
"Tell me!"
"No!"
Naruto looks down, to see Himawari's bottom lip pulled up; a sign that she's about to cry.
"Hinata!"
The door opens wider, and Hinata runs into the room.
"When did they come in here? They were just in the living room!" She wipes her hand on her apron, before picking up a whimpering Himawari. Naruto begins to pick up Boruto to put him on the floor, when he yells wait.
"You have to write something else!"
"Boruto, he knows what to write. Let's go, sweetie." Hinata extends her hand to a pouting Boruto.
"I have your list." The list he worked hard on writing with Hinata of things he wanted to say.
"But I forgot something!"
Naruto looks up at Hinata, who gives him a sympathetic look.
"Okay." Naruto picks him back up, standing him up on his thighs as Boruto whispers in his ear.
"That's it?"
"Mhm!"
"That's all you want to say?"
"Yes!"
"Okay…"
A satisfied Boruto jumps down, falling before happily running out of the room. With a sigh, he picks up the pen again.
He wants me to tell you he's okay without you.
P.S. We both are.
Sincerely,
Uzumaki Naruto
the end.
AAA i hope you all enjoyed this story! i loved writing it!