Speak in a roudabout way

Chapter 6: A time of growing, learning and moving

After all the drama and wooing Kakashi had done for you, you surely didn't expect the man to continue his advances any longer. Now, when he was again allowed to sleep in your bed, his body pressing into your back and his hands protectively folded over your stomach. As you awoke slowly in the early morning, the sun didn't even dare to send its first weak rays over the dark-blue sky, you felt Kakashi slowly running his hands over your flank, humming weakly a well-known melody. Only after a few seconds of sleepy guessing you recognized the tones, soft and low vibrating in his chest.

A children's lullaby.

"You're early up." you mumbled.

His movements didn't stop for one second. Instead they grew even gentler, single digits gliding in streaks of possessiveness over your ribs and soft stomach. "Mhmm."

"What are you thinking about?"

"Our family."

"What especially?"

A rumble in the back of his throat told you that he didn't want to speak about it. Maybe he thought his images of your future were embarrassing, ridiculous for the ears of someone else. However, those images were also your life now, your future and before Kakashi would again clam up, you would use everything you had in your arsenal to hold these usually tightly locked doors open.

"Hey." You scrambled in the blankets until you had turned in his arms, staring into his relaxed and yet so sharp features. "Don't do that to me. Just don't."

"I'm not..." Confused the man closed his eyes. "Right. Sorry."

"Are you going to tell me what you were thinking about now?"

"Give me a few seconds." You knew the expression which grew on his face as Kakashi paused. It was the same Rascal had shown whenever he tried to decide if he was fast enough to escape with one of your cooked meals, one he knew he couldn't have at all costs. He went through all possible routes, possibilities and eventualities, chose his words with the same care he would show before entering a battle and only when he formed the first one, you understood completely why the man had been that hesitant about voicing his fantasies.

"I just thought... Thought about..." The first hint of red creeped over his neck and cheeks. "How our lives will change. How a child will affect our routine, the way how we interact. I'm asking my-myself if we-we'll be alright. Or if we will break-up after some months or years, because it was too early or too much..."

"Are you scared?"

Kakashi sighed weakly. "Yes. No. Both. I'm... I'm not scared of having a child. I'm scared of failing you and her."

"Did you just assume...?"

A little, crocked smile flashed over his lips. "Yes," he said, "I did. There's not a hint of doubt in my mind."

"And what if I want a small boy with black eyes and silver hair like his gorgeous father?" Despite your teasing tone, you snuggled closer and buried your nose in the side of his neck, breathing in the warm and familiar scent of weapon's oil, dog shampoo and something which just screamed Kakashi and home at you. It was just so much better than to cuddle with a cat's body, the safety and soothing breathing rhythm of someone who cared deeply about you and the life you carried surrounding your body and mind.

Kakashi's next sigh was deeper, but just as teasing as your statement. "If you're happy, I'm happy. But still... A small girl, with your hair and your eyes..."

"Old, sappy charmer."

"At your service."

Chuckling lowly, you nipped at his neck, just a gentle reminder of sharpness at his pulse point. His breath hitched, then accelerated and his hands which had continued to stroke over your flank inched lower, into other, more interesting zones.