Kakashi stared at the infant - his infant, confusion and emotion flowing from him in small waves. Naruto-kun was his son? A tuft of sun - colored hair hung above a wide forehead, tiny hands were tightly clenched in a ball and occasionally brushed against the baby's barely see-able neck. The infant's eyelids shuddered, blinking open. The big azure eyes immediately found Kakashi and the baby started laughing in delight.
Kakashi's gray eyes softened, he leaned over the bassinet edge and gently picked up the small child. Naruto began cooing, his beautiful sapphire eyes rivaling the ocean. Kakashi had to take care of him?
The young boy - only fourteen-years-old - knew that Naruto was. . . . his child. He couldn't explain why but it felt like they were connected by a string. If that string were cut Kakashi would lose himself to insanity.
The teen pulled Naruto closer.
He can't lose this child.