Author's Note: Hey! I know I've been gone for quite some time, but I just hit a major roadblock. Anyway, the holiday fest has pulled me into writing up some holiday fun. It also is giving me the chance to introduce my very own Hatake baby. Either way, this is a little intro to her and the new story I'm working on. I know I'm late with this and not only that, I didn't finish them all…These first few might turn out crappy due to the lack of writing I've been doing lately... I apologize.

Knitting

"She needs to be more covered Boss."

"Yea Boss! The pup is so small!"

Pakkun and the others of the ninpack had various other opinions, all long the same line.

Their daughter was tiny.

Though Kakashi could understand. He'd been tiny too when he was little. But still… this was a problem. It was cold outside, really cold. In fact, so cold that Konoha was blanketed in snow. This would not do. His daughter could frost bitten toes and fingers! Or she could catch a cold!

Currently, Hatake Kakashi, legendary ninja was crouched before his infant child, their infant child, his and Iruka's. The thought alone put a ridiculous grin on his face again. Sure they'd had her for nearly a year now, in fact her birthday was coming up soon. Christmas. And boy had she been a wonderful present.

The jounin shook his head; he was getting off track here. Imayou was still tiny and it was still too cold outside and he didn't have a solution. Which explained why his ninken were huddled around the baby as well. That, and the fact that they just adored the infant and loved to be around her.

Imayou giggled, small fingers reaching whatever she could latch on to, which happened to be Pakkun's ear. He didn't seem to mind at all though, besides giving Kakashi a pointed look, "She definitely needs more clothes Boss."

Kakashi snapped his fingers; he had a brilliant idea, genius. "I've got it."

Iruka sighed softly, trudging home through the snow. He'd dismissed class early for several reasons. Though he hardly understood why the academy insisted they still have class. Sure it was some good training to have the children out in such weather and blah blah, but ugh… all the kids wanted to do was play in the snow.

His mind slowly wandered off the subject though as he neared home. Kakashi should be waiting in there, taking care of their daughter. The chuunin had been reluctant to leave the infant in the jounin's care, but he trusted Kakashi not to do anything stupid.

"I'm home…"

Iruka called out softly, shaking the snow off his boots and glanced around. He froze for a moment, staring blankly at the scene before him. It was oddly endearing and yet… very, very strange. He took it all in stride though, offering a warm smile of greeting as Kakashi waved back.

"Welcome back."

Iruka shook his head; his husband was settled on the couch, one foot slowly rocking the cradle in which their daughter slept peacefully in. And all around her curled his ninken, snoozing away without a care in the world. And Kakashi? He wasn't even reading Icha Icha! Oh no… he was knitting, knitting a little hat made of bright red yarn.