[Mother of who?!]

| 01 | To Cling? That's A Baby's Job |

H'okay! I don't really have anything to say for this chapter I guess, other than continue to read and enjoy? Aha!

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WARNING: Fluff. Crack! < I think? xD

DISCLAIMER: I, LeTiffany, do not own the manga/anime Naruto or its characters. I only own the story plot and the Original Characters (OC) I create. All credits towards Naruto should go to Masashi Kishimoto.

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| [(*)] | Music: No Current Music For This Scene | Effects: No Current Effects |

"AAH!"

You hastily sat up, panting. You blinked.

W-wait...wasn't there?

You looked around, finding yourself in your bed, not at the front door with a baby in your arms. You blinked some more, before sighing.

Ahh! L-lucky. It was just a dream! Just a dream!

You sighed again, not noticing the small figure that had cuddled up to you stir. You stretched.

"Well. That was an...interesting dream. Imagine him like that! Haha."

You ran your fingers through your hair awkwardly, before flipping over so that your legs were dangling over your bed. You failed to see the pair of black, sleepy eyes that had opened and focused on your body.

You sat there, legs over your bed, leaning over and resting your forehead on your hands. You blinked - a hand reached out - you sighed, moving your head to your left hand - it came closer - you stood up - it clutched your shirt.

You grunted, before freezing, as you felt a slight tug on your shirt.

"Oh...oh no.."

Hesitantly, you robotically turned your head, eyes widening and mouth opening when you saw the sleepy (cute) silverette rub his eyes with a tiny fist. Your eyes widened even more, if that was possible, when he yawned. Strangled sounds came out of your throat, as he blinked, before staring up at you. The very same words that left the child's mouth yesterday came today.

"Mama~"

He reached up for you, uncurling and curling his fingers. Your fingers twitched, before you reluctantly picked him up. A handful of your hair was soon tucked between his fingers, and his other free hand clutched your shirt in an iron grip, making it impossible to pull him off.

Giggle.

Groan.

| [(*)] | Opening Theme: Blue by ViVid | To Cling? That's A Baby's Job ; 固執する? これはベビーがや | Music: Naruto OST Album 2 // Song - Afternoon of Konoha | Effects: No Current Effects |

You tried not to throw the people who were staring at you harsh glares, as the whispers around you got louder.

"Ne, ne, isn't that [Last Name]-san?"

"She's only fifteen!"

"The child doesn't even look like her!"

You were annoyed, to say the least. You could also tell that Kakashi was as well. As each whisper was passed around (you were sure he could understand all the words), his grip tightened, tightening to the point that you tried not to think about the bruise that was going to form on your shoulder tomorrow. You weren't even going to think about your hair.