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Chapter 3: The job is yours.

He felt the movement of the mattress and knew that whoever was at his side, was awake, but he was still tired. He had barely gone to sleep that night. His son was an earthquake—a tsunami in full swing; he didn't stop for a second. The teachers had said he was hyperactive, but his father—a great surgeon and cardiologist—had laughed and said it was a lie, that he was just [en energetic] child and that it wasn't necessary to diagnose him so quickly like they tend to do so lately. Naruto didn't know what to think, but since his father was an expert in all of that... he partly believed him. 

"Stop, Asahi," Naruto whispered as he turned.

"Let's go to the park!" His son insisted.

"It's Saturday. Let me sleep a bit."

"I want to go to the park!" The boy shouted a bit more.

"And I want to sleep," Naruto said.

"I want to go to the park!" The boy of barely six years shouted louder, making Naruto cover his ears.

"Stop shouting, you'll wake the neighbours."

"PARK!" He shouted each time without stopping until Naruto got up half annoyed and opened the drawer, grabbing a clean sock and stuffing it in his mouth to shut him up.

The boy took it out before beginning to spit as if [his father] had given him the grossest thing in the world, however, despite Naruto thinking that this would stop his son, the boy only stood up on the bed and began jumping—[accidentally] hurting him on occasion when his foot or knee... or even an elbow was [exposed].

"Enough!" Naruto shouted, pissed off as he suddenly got up from the bed. "Let me drink some coffee and then I'll take you to the damn park."

He quickly walked towards the bathroom, noticing his son's mischevious smile without understanding the reason behind it. It wasn't until he arrived at the mirror and looked at his face that he understood what that little monster had been doing.

"Asahi, you're grounded; [no going out]!" His father shouted from the bathroom, trying to wash the permanent marker from his face.

The boy was depressed at first for not being able to go to the park, although it didn't last long; he knew very well that something would come up—a meeting, last minute interview, or a setback— so he wouldn't be able to go to the park either way. 

***

Sasuke caressed his [little boy's] face with his fingers. Still in bed and with last night's clothes on, he moved his son's fringe out of the way and watched him sleep like an angel, smiling like an idiot. He may have committed many mistakes in his life, but this kid wasn't one of them—he would never be a mistake or a failure.  He watched as Menma woke and slowly stretched, uniting his little hands to his eyes and rubbing them as he tried to open them—something that made Sasuke's smile widen even more.

"Hey... good morning, sleepyhead," Sasuke smiled, letting his son grab his index finger with his hand and hold on to it. 

"Good morning, dad. Come back late?" The boy asked, seeing [his father] without pajama.

"Yes," Sasuke commented. "arrived a few minutes ago."

"Can I sleep with you?"

"But you've barely woken up!" Sasuke smiled, giving the little one a kiss on the forehead.

"I don't care, I can sleep a bit more with you."