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1- Hey, y'all! It's been a while. I was on a Potter kick and left my two favourite ninja senseis by the wayside. I still have a Potter project to finish- I did promise, even though it's on hiatus, so I will eventually get back to it- don't know if that will matter though, anyone that read it before will probably long gone (and cursing me)- buuuuut. . . . For right now, it's back to KakaIru that's inspiring me. I find it easier to write them anyways, so there's that to make my way back into fanfiction easier.

2- I thought a yaoi titled, 'That's My Girl,' would be ironically funny and since I alluded to a possible 'origin-type' story for the guys' adopted daughters, well. . . .
Here it is. I hope this s a good foray into KakaIru :) Enjoy!

3- P. S. I was formerly known as Chickadee, but I changed my handle, so I'll most likely be signing off as Tamer now.

4- This is the most important note! This story takes place in between chapters 18 and 19 in my other story, For Granted. But, it's been a long time since I wrote that, so please, forgive any mistakes; and/or kindly point out any inconsistencies.

5- Last one for now, I promise. This is only the first chapter so that For Graned readers know a side story now exists. The rest can be found under this part's own title, That's My Girl.

That's My Girl

Chapter One: It Hit Me

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Kakashi was walking home. Since he'd gotten serious with Iruka, he'd felt less and less of a need to leave the village walls. Though not necessarily a bad thing for his own health, or their relationship, it was unusual for him to have so much free time at home. After all, even with Iruka majorly scaling back his Mission Desk shifts (Tsunade was not particularly happy with either of them. . . . No one but the Naras and Kakashi ever finished off S-ranks quite so efficiently or quickly- laziness aside and Iruka was the only chuunin or tokubetsu to man the desks that wasn't afraid to chastise anyone and it made the unruly office work so much more efficiently), he refused to scale back his days at the Academy with his kids.

His kids. . . . Kakashi paused in the middle of the road. He was surprised Iruka hadn't asked him if he wanted children yet. They'd been together about eight months already, and well. . . . Kakashi had never really thought he'd be a good dad, but, thinking back before he realised he was gay, he remembered he had wanted kids.

On autopilot, he moved to a bench on the side of the road. Yes. He reminisced. . . . After his dad had died, he had vowed to never leave his own children like that- which meant that as that eleven-year-old boy, he had in fact entertained the idea of kids of his own. Enough that he could now remember that he'd imagined a rather large family- as an only child, he'd imagined giving his kids siblings, something he himself had often longed for. He leant back on the bench and thought back. . . .

His home. . . . He imagined it a lot like his parents' home, only he knew he wanted vines growing up the side of the house, lots of them. The walls were all warm yellows, some mint greens and tans and browns. The outside of the house was river stone, with a wrap-around porch. A sentimental dream, especially for a ninja- and Kakashi knew his father expected him to be the consummate warrior- but he wanted. He wanted a family badly- what precious few memories he had left of his mother and their time as a small family of three made him sure, made him want. He imagined at least tree kids- he wanted one of each gender so three sounded like good odds. He imagined at least one with his mother's darker blonde hair and one with his own shade of silver-grey. They were scrawny, like himself- but he imagined them with more energy and less inhibitions. His children would be allowed to be children, he wanted that for them. There were good smells coming from his kitchen…. He walked in and there was evidence of someone having been in there cooking- but no trace of them left.

Shaking himself out of his reverie, Kakashi remembered he hadn't understood then why, in his dreams, his wife had never been there, in that kitchen. It wasn't until later, the man smiled to himself that he had figured it out. In his childish mind, he had thought a family could only be a man and wife- so that is what his mind had tried to conjure- but his subconscious must have known, even then, that he was gay and so stopped himself short of imagining a woman in his dreams. He recalled now too that when he had figured it out, one day at the onsen, as a young teenager, just before he made jounin, watching another nin- an older boy- under a warm spray of water, his gut coiling with want and his heart sinking in dread at what that meant, that he had given up his eleven-year old self's dreams of family quite quickly- he always was good at pushing his wants away to protect himself from disappointment.

Now he was in a stable relationship with the perfect man to be the father of his children. It had hit him shortly after he had fallen for Iruka, when he'd begun spying on him with his students in a tree through the classroom window and yes- Iruka with kids had made him want even more. Iruka. . . . and their children. Yes, Kakashi smiled. He knew he wanted kids. He had assumed Iruka would too, being the man that he was- and he was surprised the chuunin hadn't already brought it up himself. Lately, he had begun to look into it, for when his chuunin decided he was ready. He continued wandering towards Ichiraku's.