[RP/FIC] ItaShi: Duckies and Cute Things

"That's warm enough." His fingers leave the surface, wet and shaking droplets off them. She coos and reaches out for the water with her little hand, perched in the safety of her Daddy's arms.

When he stands she spots the bright yellow duck in the corner of the bath, sat next to the big orange starfish. "Peep peep!" He laughs, nuzzling her soft curls and gingerly steps in over the wall of the tub, holding onto her tightly lest either one should slip and fall.

The water's barely up to his ankles, but it rises when he settles in. She slips down from his grip and slides down his chest, taking a moment to free her foot from his swim shorts. She crawls over to where his feet touch the other end of the tub and reaches for her toys. All it takes is an excited little yank to send the duckies and the fishies tumbling into the water with a splash.

He laughs some more, wetting her shoulders with water from his cupped hands. The ducky squeaks, and she turns to look at him, sending him a single-toothed grin. He smiles back, and sends her a kiss. She sends him one too, then hugs that duck.

Her Daddy pulls her back to him where he can clean her face. There are protests when he cleans her nose, and she screws her eyes shut when the water rains down on her curls and into her face. He does his best to wipe anything that tries to get in her nose, just so she wouldn't breathe it in. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" A smile is his reward, and he kisses her wet hair.

Bath time with Daddy was always fun. He'd pretend he was Godzilla trying to eat her ducky, and she would squeal in terror and laughter, all at the same time. He had to catch her every time she slipped en route her escape from the mighty Godzilla, each one of those catches ending in a raspberry to her tummy and more giggles.

And sometime later she would crawl up to him and shower him with kisses. "Dadadada~" He holds her close, then presses a kiss to her forehead. "Hn?"

Then there is that look— The one where she puts that little finger in her mouth and smiles like a kitten about to pounce on the fish in the bowl. "Pee~ pee~"

It is too late when Shisui lifts her out of the water.

"You little rascal," he mumbles, shaking his head, his baby girl still in mid-air as he holds her up. She kicks her legs, giggling, the duck squeaking whenever she tightened her hold on it.

"Itachi!!!"

…He can hear the distant hum of the vacuum cleaner turn off. Then: footsteps. "What now?"

"She did it again."

That face she sends her Dad only convinces him of her naughty little misdeed. But despite all that, he'd break into a smile and take her from her Daddy to seat her in the sink. "Little trouble maker." It is murmured into her hair soon after he kisses those wet locks.

Shisui kisses his shoulder in passing, out to get a clean sponge from the closet.

[RP/FIC] ItaShi: It Wasn't Sasuke's Birthday After All...

As if the lack of warmth early that morning wasn’t enough. The first flash made him wince, but it was the second one that woke him up. That, and a little bundle of warmth tucked into his side. Then there was another flash and Shisui squinted into the light, turning his head in the direction of the flash, only to eventually make out Itachi’s face.

“Hey.” Itachi was holding a camera, he noted. And smiling.

“Morning.” Those smiles were so rare, they were always treasured. Perhaps today was a special day and Shisui had forgotten what it was supposed to be? He’d find out eventually, he figured, attempting to turn completely to face Itachi...

Shisui stopped.

Itachi smiled wider.

And Shisui was grinning from ear to ear.

“Why hello there, little man~” So he hadn’t forgotten Sasuke’s birthday after all.

Far from it.

Instead, tucked into his side was little Nao, all of three and a half months old, rather sleepy but also in the mood for an imaginary bicycle ride, what with those chubby little legs kicking up the blankets as they pushed imaginary pedals.

Nao cooed, and Shisui leaned in, peppering that rosy face with kisses till little hands came to grab his face and hold it there, regardless of all that early morning stubble that might have hurt them. Nao thought Shisui’s nose was tasty, and Shisui chuckled. The camera flashed again, and Itachi joined in the laughter.

There were more kisses, and Shisui took a moment to tickle that tummy. The cutest little squeal of laughter erupted then, and chubby legs kicked in the air. The camera flashed once more and Itachi rose from his spot, no longer kneeling by the bed, but sitting on it right next to their little bundle of cute. Shisui was already blowing raspberries on that little tummy and Nao would flail and laugh and squeal all at the same time.

And then he kicked Shisui in the face when his Daddy looked up to grin-- 

The camera flashed again and Nao blinked, little toes experimentally digging their way into Shisui’s mouth, trying to part those sealed lips.

It was an effort, and Nao squirmed, those barely-there eyebrows dipping as that little foot tried to pry open Daddy’s mouth. Shiny black eyes looked up to Dad for help, but Itachi wasn’t going to budge. “Ah?” Come on Dad, help me out here.

Itachi only smiled, and leaned in to kiss that little nose. Nope, no assistance, little man.

And so Nao tried harder, the tips of those tiny toes succeeding somewhat in their attempt to get inside Shisui’s mouth. It was all quiet effort until:

“….OMnomnomnommMM~!”

--And another squeal erupted in response as Shisui pretended to gobble up that little foot.

There was another flash, and more laughter.

Itachi had plenty of precious memories in this morning's collection to send home to Mikoto that weekend.