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3rd person's POV:
Sakuto woke up on her mom's chest. Slowly, he opened his lids as he felt something in his tummy that he still didn't know what it was. So he grunted a little, hoping that his mom or his dad that laid next to him would make him feel better. But the two parents didn't react. Sakuto whined a little more, crying for his parents, but he still didn't know how to talk, only make some noises.
He tried to sit up, and though he had first been able to sit up yesterday, it was still something new and difficult given the fact that he wasn't used to stand the weight of his body.
Every time Sakuto found his parents asleep he was scared. They never seemed to react to his grunts, or even if he touched them. And because he didn't understand they were asleep he thought something bad happened to them. Which terrified him. But little by little, as he got used to seeing them in that unconscious state, he understood that it must be something normal.
As his parents didn't look to be awake he decided to move around all that his little weak body allowed him. But he still felt that annoying feeling in his tummy, making him bring his also little hands to his mouth. He had lately discovered he had them, so he spent most of his time licking and sucking them, especially his thumb that resembled his mother's nipple and thus calmed him as it tricked his brain into thinking he was eating and protected by her.
So he laid back over his mom's chest, being slightly lulled to sleep by her chest going up and down as she breathed. He stared at her as he sucked on his thumb, and it wasn't until a lot of minutes that he realized his thumb wasn't feeding him like he thought.
So he shuffled some more over her until he spotted her breasts, covered by her pajamas. He pushed his little hands over her boob and tried to take the shirt off. But he didn't know how to do that so he could only pull and groan louder as he realized he was hungry and what he wanted was his mom's milk.
Due to his whining and pulling (Y/n) finally woke up, finding Sakuto's half body under his shirt and crawling to her breast. It took her a minute to take in the situation, wondering how did her son manage to do that, and how was he aware that he was hungry and thus had to be breastfed.
She chuckled lightly and tugged at her shirt, watching Sakuto sucking on her breast from the neck of her shirt. Sakuto's eyes widened when his mom's head popped up, scaring him for a moment, but he only giggled afterward, making her smile too. In the end, (Y/n) took off half of her shirt so that Sakuto could eat more comfortably. And meanwhile, Kakashi began waking up as well.
"Mhm" he groaned, shuffling on the sheets like Sakuto had been doing when he first woke up too. The silver-haired baby that had been with his eyes closed as his mother caressed his head soothingly had now opened them to look at his father, obviously not stopping from being fed "Good morning" Kakashi said sleepily.
"Morning" (Y/n) answered him as he watched Sakuto go back to closing his eyes while he sucked happily while being caressed by her "You know what I woke up to?" she asked Kakashi.
"Mhm?" he asked, turning to see his beautiful wife and handsome son.
"Sakuto had stripped my shirt partly, and was sucking on my breast," she said, amazed by her son's intelligence. Kakashi smiled at the brightness in her face, understanding why she was so fazed about it, but not feeling as astounded.
"He resembles me more and more every day" Kakashi joked referring to undressing her and sucking on her, while he sat up and ran a hand through his hair. This earned a look from (Y/n) though she still wore a smile. He kissed (Y/n) on the lips and then took little Sakuto's small hand in his to leave another kiss on it "I'll go make breakfast" he announced.
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Kakashi x Reader II
FanfictionA story in which (Y/n) falls pregnant from her boyfriend Kakashi. This is the second part of my other book "Kakashi x reader I [English]", although it can also be read by itself, but (Y/n) and Kakashi are already in a relationship that developed in...
