Thanks to Kakashi-is-hot, I always look forward to hearing from you.

By the way kittens- I want to tell you about what happened to me today because I found it a mite odd. I was out in town shopping when I was suddenly mobbed by a group of no less than ten people, all of whom I'd never met before in my life. All of whom calling me by my fanfic penname Babykitsune.

I wasn't alarmed by this, in fact I found it sort of funny when I asked how they knew it was me just as one of my old teachers from high school walked by with my best friend Robin, singing 'I heard it through the grape vine'.

Then I was like, Ah now it makes sense. (because now i also know who to kill)

Well as it turned out my former creative writing teacher still keeps in touch with Robin and she told her that I wrote on fanfic and the woman mentioned it to her class and asked if anyone had heard of me.

More than a third of her class admitted to reading something of mine as often as they could so she told them about my earlier days. When I was an awkward student in her class. And some of the kids wanted to meet me.

Long story short I was more or less ambushed, grilled like a prisoner of war then asked to help out with some of their creative writing projects. So I spent about an hour doing that before everyone left.

Again, it was a fairly odd experience. And on another note- Robin has been locked in my basement for hours in retaliation. I'll let her out in a few days after she's been traumatised enough.

Now, on to the story since this will be my last chapter for the night.

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Kakashi sat at the dining room table a few hours later with various medical texts strewn across the place and a pile of parenting books, nutrition guides and other books sitting where ever there was space for them. The pile taking up nearly as much room as the open books on the table. He was partially leaning back in his seat, one knee braced against the table, an open book in his hand.

And he kept sneaking peeks at Naru who was napping a few feet away on her side, one hand curled against her cheek, her lisp slightly parted, her skin was still a mite pale due to the bought of sickness from a few minutes ago where she had dry heaved until she had collapsed back against him crying and panting and shaking like a leaf as he pushed the garbage can away until it was needed again.

And just sat there hold her, unsure of what else to do. Once she had managed to doze of he'd sat there a little bit longer and hesitantly put one of hsi hands over her flat stomach and bit his lower lip when he'd felt a surge of unease-shame-horror-awe.

He had to shake off that last feeling, thinking that he had no right to feel awed by the fact that his child- His first and possibly only child rested somewhere under his palm, nestled within Naru's body. It was horrifying but at the same time he was in awe of this tiny little miracle that he and Naru had created even though the situation hadn't been ideal.

But most of all he couldn't help the feeling of intense protectiveness that he felt at knowing that Naru was carrying his child.

He looked back at the book in his hands then glanced back at Naru and scowled as the sudden need to rub her stomach and talk to the baby. He shook his head, trying to push the thought aside before he caved to temptation. He tried to focus on what he was reading while mentally chidding himself that while Naru may be carrying his offspring he had no right what so ever to touch her in any way.

Why compact his sins when keeping his distance was so much better for them both.

He wouldn't end up hurting her and she wouldn't end up suffering needlessly. Everyone won...well, sort of.

He turned the page and started to read about the importance of prenatal vitamines and what they did for the female body when Naru made a soft sound and shifted a little bit, drawing his eyes back to her. Again that pesky need to rub her stomach and talk to the little one rose up in his mind.

His thoughts taunting him, Come on you want to touch her tummy and talk to your son or daughter. She won't notice. She's asleep. He shook his head again and bared his teeth in a silent snarl and mentally shouted, Stop doing that!

He had no right to do those things! And he wasn't. He had more self control than that.

He went back to reading and before he knew it not even ten seconds later he found himself putting the book down and silently getting up out of his seat and walking over to Naru and dropped down to the floor next to her. He rested his folded arms on the edge of the couch and stared at her for a moment before tentatively reaching out with one hand and lightly laid his hand against Naru's stomach again.

He sat like that for several seconds wondering why he was doing this. He'd tortured her enough, hadn't he? So why was he adding to things by doing this?

Still he was unable to pull his hand away from Naru's stomach. For some odd reason this felt...important to him. Almost as important as the air he breathed. His mouth suddenly felt dry and he licked his lips and nervously leaned forward a little bit, still sneaking glances at Naru.

Partially to see if she was still asleep and partially because he expected her to wake up and punch the fuck out of him for invading her personal space.

He thought for a minute, wondering what he was going to say. After all, he didn't have the faintest clue what one said to an newly developing life. Eventually though he settled on an awkward sounding, "Hi. You...don't know me, but I'm your dad." And pulled back a little bit with a nod of his head. There that was said. It was out of his system. However his hand stayed right where it was, and he didn't seem to be moving.

Which begged the question, why wasn't he pulling away?