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Category:
Naruto › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,158
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I don't own 'Naruto' or anything from it, I'm not making any money from writing this, it's purely for entertainment.
Petite
Posted 22/11 - 2009
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Naruto was telling a bedtime story. He was surprisingly bad at it; but that wasn’t the point. Hajime wasn’t exactly old enough to understand good or bad bedtime stories anyway. The point was more that he really wanted to be a good father, since he never really had one himself.
“…and she turned around, only to realize that it was only a mirror…”
He had to stop when Hajime suddenly looked at him with those intense black eyes - and smiled. Naruto had to stop because his breath was suddenly caught in his throat and if he would have tried to speak he was sure he would choke. Instead he reached down one hand, and the baby grabbed his finger and squeezed for all his worth.
So Naruto smiled and bent down to rest his forehead against his son’s forehead, looking into those eyes.
“You know, Hajime. Your hands are so small and you’re not very strong yet. But these tiny hands hold on to my heart already.”
The funny thing was that he wasn’t even ashamed of saying such cheesy things to his child. He laughed slightly and pulled back a little, wiggling his finger to move around the small hand holding on to it.
“When I think about it; I know its four hearts. That is quite many for such petite hands you know.”
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Naruto was telling a bedtime story. He was surprisingly bad at it; but that wasn’t the point. Hajime wasn’t exactly old enough to understand good or bad bedtime stories anyway. The point was more that he really wanted to be a good father, since he never really had one himself.
“…and she turned around, only to realize that it was only a mirror…”
He had to stop when Hajime suddenly looked at him with those intense black eyes - and smiled. Naruto had to stop because his breath was suddenly caught in his throat and if he would have tried to speak he was sure he would choke. Instead he reached down one hand, and the baby grabbed his finger and squeezed for all his worth.
So Naruto smiled and bent down to rest his forehead against his son’s forehead, looking into those eyes.
“You know, Hajime. Your hands are so small and you’re not very strong yet. But these tiny hands hold on to my heart already.”
The funny thing was that he wasn’t even ashamed of saying such cheesy things to his child. He laughed slightly and pulled back a little, wiggling his finger to move around the small hand holding on to it.
“When I think about it; I know its four hearts. That is quite many for such petite hands you know.”