Disclaimer:Naruto isn't mine
Being a dad means finding your wife -a fierce trial lawyer during the day-staying up all night cross-stitching a quilt for the nursery. This is called "nesting." Don't interfere
Sasuke woke up around one-thirty in the morning to a quiet rustling and humming. The noise seemed to be coming from the nursery. Sasuke shot up. What if someone was trying to hurt his baby before the baby had been born? Now that was just cruel.
"Naruto, do you hear that?" Sasuke said looking over to Naruto's side of the bed. The whole time he was sleeping it felt cold and strangely silent. Naruto would usually be cuddled up next to him and saying "bastard" quietly in his sleep.
The empty bed explained it all.
Sasuke gripped the bed sheets. The person was going to pay.
He marched over to the nursery and opened the door quietly to find Naruto. Naruto cross-stitching. Naruto cross-stitching a quilt. Wha?
Sasuke vaguely remembered Naruto talking to Hinata about how much he wanted to try cross-stitching. Apparently, Kushina had cross-stitched him a quilt. The quilt wasn't very good as Kushina wasn't a renowned cross-stitcher but it had been made with love and it made Naruto feel closer to his mother.
Naruto looked a cross of peaceful and angry. The quilt didn't look very good and the Uzumaki clan symbol was a bit crooked and it looked like the Uchiha fan wasn't going to far any better.
It was at least better than him cooking.