Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine
Being a dad means asking a clerk at every baby store to turn the TV to ESPN.
Sasuke laid his back against the wall. He was at the baby store waiting as Naruto shopped around. Baby stores, Sasuke thought, were made to keep the non-pregnant person bored out of their minds until they wandered off in some from of zombie state randomly throwing items into a cart.
Fuck, he was starting to think like Gaara now. And the stupid TV was on PBS Kids or whatever shit educational, programmed for five-year old channel was on. Sasuke wished that he was back home watching the Style channel.
Hmm, the Style channel. The TV couldn't just have one channel right? That means there's a good chance of the Style channel being available. There's hope in the world of baby stores after all. Sasuke sat and enjoyed the Style channel in peace.
He still could live without Naruto running over every two seconds asking if something "wasn't so adorable believe it!"
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Author's Note: Tonight will be double-update because I have a feeling I missed one.