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.