KakaSaku || Family Fluff (a.k.a word vomit)
“Mum,” the little silver-haired boy said, looking up at Sakura with wide green eyes, ones like her own. He placed a small dimpled hand on her swollen belly and said, “when will they come out?”
Sakura chuckled at the excitement she could see in her sons face and gently ruffled the five-year-old’s hair. “Soon, Sakumo. A few more week.”
“Dad said soon it’ll be me and him in the middle of madness.” Sakumo giggled, like he found it funny, “he said if they got your temper we’ll be dead. You won’t kill us, will you mommy?”
Sakura’s eyebrow twitched imperceptibly but she continued brushing her sons hair lovingly, “Of course not… maybe just your dad. I could never hurt you.” She ended her sentence with a kiss to his cheek.
The five-year-old’s cheeks popped in a grin, displaying a dimple on his left cheek. “Please don’t kill dad.” He chuckled and pressed his ear to Sakura’s belly, “I can’t take care of both of them on my own! We need dad’s help.”
“Hmm…” Sakura hummed contemplatively. “I’ll think about it.”
Another giggle burst from Sakumo and he looked up suddenly, just before the main door unlocked and in strode a tall silver-haired man wearing Hokage robes. “I’m home.”
“Hey dad,” Sakumo waved from the couch as Kakashi shrugged off his robes and hung them by the door.
Kakashi’s eyes creased as he approached them. He hooked two fingers at the edge of his mask and pulled it down as he bent to kiss Sakumo’s forehead. “Any troubles in the academy today? I got a call from Shino-sensei.”
Next he pecked Sakura’s cheek, holding to her swollen belly, “how’s the little ones?”
Sakura gently patted her belly, “kicking up a fuss.”
“Uh-oh, they’re already taking after you.” He joked, feigning a terrified look as he settled next to her.
She pinched his side and huffed, “good for them.”
Sakumo crawled onto his dad’s lap. “We learned how to throw shuriken today.”
“Yeah?” Kakashi ruffled his hair, “how’d that go?”
“I was best in class. But everyone kept saying it’s because I’m the Hokage’s son.” He crossed his arms and pouted, “I’m good because I practice, thank you very much. I got in a fight with Kawarami, that’s why Shino-sensei called.”
There was the Sakura half in his son —Kakashi resisted the urge to laugh, “mah, don’t listen to them too much. You’ll get that a lot but you’ll focus more on improving than gossip so you’ll become a good shinobi like your mother, okay?”
“Not like you?” Sakumo frowned, confused.
Kakashi grinned at his son, displaying his sharp canines, “I’ll tell you a secret,” and leaned forward to whisper in Sakumo’s ear, “your mother is much more kickass than I’ll ever be.”
Sakura’s first thumbed Kakashi on the head, but her cheeks were flushed, “language. He’s five.”
“Sorry, sorry,” Kakashi raised his hands in defence. “Just saying.”
He got up and stretched before turning to his son, “come on Sakumo, let’s go prepare dinner.”
Sakumo cheered and raced ahead of Kakashi to the Kitchen, “here I come!”
“He really takes after you.” Kakashi muttered sagely.
“Good or bad…?”
“Good. Definitely good.”