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"Hn."
Sakura spun around, expecting to find her fiancé standing behind her. Instead she saw her three-year old son.
"Been talking to Daddy again, huh." She knelt in front of her son.
"Hn."
"Well listen up Itachi, 'Hn' may work with your dad and I, but the rest of the world hasn't got a clue what you're saying."
"Hn."
Sakura sighed as she looked at her son, Kami he looked like his father, though Sasuke swore he could see some of Itachi's namesake in there.
"How about . . . You can have a popsicle if you ask for it with real words."
"Hn." Itachi looked at his mother as if to say, Are you kidding me, this is too much fun.
"You and your father are impossible, you know that right?"
Hours later, when she and Sasuke had finally managed to put their son to bed, Sakura would turn to her fiancé and say; "You know we have to break Itachi out of that damn habit of yours."
Sasuke's response was exactly as expected.
Hn.