"Etsuko! Shisui! Dinner is ready, my loves!" [y/n] shouted from the kitchen, the pitter-patter of their feet flowed through the home, their giggles filling both Itachi and [y/n]'s ears. Two beautiful children found themselves surrounding the chabudai.
"Dad, how was work?" Etsuko asked as her tone very serious, her personality similar to her father. She is the spitting image of [y/n], her skin town matched her mother's, but her eyes and hair were pitch black like her father's.
"He's Hokage; he doesn't go on missions!" Shisui spoke in a matter of fact tone. Shisui was the epitome of an Uchiha. He has fair skin, charcoal hair that is the same hair texture of [y/n]. Other than that, he was the miniature version of Itachi. Yet his personality was the same as the person he was named after.
Itachi lost his best friend Shisui before the birth of his first son, so [y/n] found it fitting to name their son after such an amazing shinobi. Itachi agreed because he knew he would raise his son under the same beliefs as his late best friend.
"Well, work wasn't too boring today, I got to examine the new genin, and I saw your uncle Sasuke with his very first team," Itachi answered truthfully, a smile filling his face.
"And were you guys good with your mother today?" he raised an eyebrow, and Shisui immediately slumped into his seat.
"Shisui practiced with the shuriken without permission," Etsuko immediately exposed her little brother.
"Did you hit the targets as I taught you?" Itachi asked, and [y/n] instantly threw a glare at her husband.
"Of course I did, dad!" their son grin proudly.
"Nice!" Itachi stuck his hand out for a high-five from his son.
"Itachi!" [y/n] whined, she was expecting her husband to at least scold their child. Yet Itachi gave his wife a sorry look, before facing Shisui again.
"Shisui, try to wait for me for shuriken training," he ruffled his hair as [y/n] began to serve dinner.
"What about you, Etsuko? Did you behave well?" the miniature [y/n] gave her father a rewarding smile as she prepared to tell him about her impressive day.
"Mom taught me a healing justsu today, and I was able to perform it immediately after she taught me," Itachi only grinned.
"That's my girl," he gave her an endearing head pat.
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"Itachi Uchiha, the first Uchiha Hokage," [y/n] teased as she crawled into bed with her husband.
"[y/n] Uchiha, the head of the medical hospital," Itachi's large hands pulled his wife of 10 years into his arms.
"I can never get tired of saying that," she smiled as her eyes met Itachi's gaze.
"Well, I can," he brushed [y/n]'s hair behind her ear.
"Too humble for your own good," she sighed, before kissing his lips lightly.
"I'm proud of you, Itachi, you're doing what you've worked so hard to do! No war, no hate, just tranquility," Itachi smiled at her kind words.
"I suppose your right," he yawned while resting his head back onto the pillow.
"Tell me about the kids, how did they really behave," [y/n] then rested her head on his chest, her ear hearing the soft beat of his heart. After all these years, Itachi has yet to change, his chakra flow just as welcoming and warm as the night he held her through their first thunderstorm.
"Etsuko was as serious as ever, god she's just like you. It's not even funny! This little eight-year-old was reading about the sharingan, and she kept asking me why hers hasn't come in yet, so I decided to teach her some jutsus to get her mind off it," Itachi sighed and shook his head.
"I don't want her to stress about that. I'll have to talk to her later...what about Shisui?" his hand then began to play with the ends of [y/n]'s hair.
"Ha! That boy has to be the reincarnation of his uncle! He has so much energy and so much talent. I can't wait to see what the future holds for him. Like today his throwing was right on target, our seven-year-old son shows more promise then I can ever imagine," [y/n] let out a light yawn, as her eyes began to grow heavy.
"What about you love? How was your day off?"
"Perfect, I spent my day with my children, my husband was able to make it to dinner on time, and now he's holding me in his arms. What else could I ask for," she mumbled before finally dozing off to sleep.
"Goodnight, I love you, [y/n]," Itachi, too, was falling into a deep slumber.
"I love you too, Itachi," she spoke half asleep but still as valid as the first time she's told him.
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___ a/n: thank you! a double update for y'all bc i didn't think so many of you really enjoyed this story dhsjsjksjsj if you want, you can check out the other stories i have ! ofc you don't have too 💜
again thank you for your support! this was so much fun to make and i'm glad i was able to write about a character that i love so deeply.
much love and stay safe 🥺💜 -marle ✨🦋
p.s. i'll be editing this eventually idk when but it'll happen eventually!
