Disclaimer: Naruto isn't mine

Being a dad means asking your wife's doctor how many babies he has delivered and wondering if that's enough experience

"Now how many years you've been working in medicine?" Shikamaru asked. Kiba's doctor looked young, a little too young.

"Nine years." The doctor said. He was "thirty-eight" years old but in reality, he didn't look a day over twenty-nine.

But c'mon nine years? How about ninety? That was enough years. And this twenty-nine year old "doctor" with dimples is going to be delivering Shikamaru's children? And Tsume isn't seeing a problem with this?

Shikamaru looked over at his mother-in-law. Tsume was intent on the doctor's words... and his dimples. "That's amazing doctor." Tsume said. "Nine years."

Shikamaru looked to Hana hoping to see a better, more professional reaction. But no, she too was staring at the doctor's dimples.

Kiba? Kiba wasn't staring at the doctor's dimples. Kiba was staring around the room and at Shikamaru dimpless face. And now was Kiba looking at the doctor's dimples?

Shikamaru groaned. Doctors with dimples were such a drag.