Konoha Bad Boy CEO 《Naruto fiction》

Special: Daddy, Mommy, & Bolty

I'm just being a little nice today haha. This is a special chapter I thought that would be pretty cute to write. As well as keeping this story a little more alive!

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Well, without further ado, I give you this very special chapter:

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Hinata

Naruto couldn't stop looking at his four month baby boy.

Boruto just stared back into the same cerulean blue eyes of his father.

Me? Well, I'm just enjoying the sight a little too much.

Naruto refuses to get a babysitter because he was afraid that our son would become too attached to the babysitter rather than his parents. So, being the most caring husband he could ever be, he gave me a year of maternity leave from hospital duty. I appreciated it but it was rather boring. Bolt is still in his months where sleep is beyond important. Our son would sleep the whole day and would be awake during the late hours when his father comes home from work.

"Hina," Naruto started, his eyes still watching the baby. "Since when did he learn to sit on his own?"

Boruto and I were spending some mother son time on the coach one late afternoon when Naruto comes home early from work. He didn't bother removing his suit before he went over to give me a kiss and play with our son, correction: stare at our son who just learned to sit on his own without the support of any pillows.

"This morning," I said, hugging Naruto's hoodie closer to my body. "You don't need to support him anymore."

Naruto's blue eyes finally met mines, "But! That means he's growing up... he's growing up, Hina." I nearly choked on my water when I saw my husband's watery eyes.

He can't be serious, right?

"Anyway," the CEO suddenly stood up, taking a sat between me and our baby boy. Boruto opened his mouth like a protest and gave his father a pouty face.

"Hey," Naruto said. "You had a lot of Mommy time. It's Daddy's turn to have some Mommy time."

Boruto opened his mouth to cry but Naruto gently covered his mouth, "You're a man, Bolt. Men don't cry, even if their Mommies are getting stolen from them."

"Naruto," I sighed. "He's a few months old, leave him alone."

My husband looked at me before turning back to our child. He picked Boruto up and sat the child in his lap facing me, his hands supporting Boruto's stomach and back. Bolt's face immediately lit up when he saw mines.

"Anyway," the man leaned back. "I got the weekend off for some family time, Dr. Uzumaki. Well? You wanna go out?"

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"Naruto!" I called to the man. "How about this one?"

Naruto, who was rolling Boruto in his orange and black stroller, walked up to me holding the tiny little one piece sleepwear that had a hood. It was actually a little cute orange fox costume for our son. Naruto took the clothing and examined it closely.

"So buddy," he flashed it to our son. "What do you think? I think Mommy's taste in clothes fits you, believe it."

Bolt tried reaching for the costume with his tiny fingers but Naruto was still too far away for him to grab anything. His father looked at me, "We should get it. He'd look really cute in it."