Summer storms. A wondrous thing that they could be so dark and frightening while still maintaining an aura of mystery and beauty. As unusual as this August storm was the fact that it was raging not at noon, but at midnight. The day was strange indeed, Sasuke thought, for only thirty minutes ago Tatsumi Ren had given birth to twins, and five hours before that so had Disura Enoki. Tatsumi's were two weeks early as was common in the Inuzuka clan; Disura's were five days late. And now, to top it off, he was about to be a father himself.
Drawing his attention away from the ink-colored night, Sasuke clutched Sakura's hand as she struggled to bring his son into the world. They could both sense it - it was nearly time. Calmly, as though she had done this many times before, Sakura gave one last push and released her held breath with a grin.
Tsunade and Jakku took control then, taking the newborn and drying him as he took his first breath before handing the white-blanketed bundle to a dazzled Sakura. She held him tight and kissed his small head, rocking him gently back and forth. She handed him to Sasuke, wide-eyed and bewildered; at the first moment of holding his son, a grin broadened across Sasuke's face, and he laughed joyously.
They both knew just what to name him.
"Welcome to Konoha," Sasuke whispered, "Itachi Fugaku Uchiha."