Disclaimer:Naruto isn't mine
Being a dad means reassuring her often that all is well.
Childbirth sent Iruka's worriness into overdrive. Every five minutes, there would need to be a reminder that the babies were OK and everything was going smoothly. Sometimes every four minutes and fifty-eight seconds. Kakashi didn't want to admit it but he was worried too. Even Anko was worried as she paced the floor outside of the delivery room.
Kakashi did a better job of hiding it. He really did. Wearing his mask to the delivery room and covering it up with the mask the hospital gave to you was genius! Anko was better though. She yelled and swore a lot and kicked the vending machine. Iruka didn't have to worry about hiding anything. He was the one that was having his stomach cut open.
machine.
He shouldn't have been worrying in the first place. C-sections went fine, even the ones for male pregnancy. Kakashi would always love Iruka even if he did have a surgery scar. The divider insured that Iruka wouldn't have to see any blood and guts.
"This is going great. I probably even have enough time to read the last chapter of Icha Icha." Kakashi reached into his jacket pocket. He froze when he noticed Iruka's glare.
"I didn't mean it babe."