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Welcome Home, Hatake

Kakashi Hatake was not easily rattled. Not by S-rank missions, not by enemy ambushes, not even by Gai’s daily “training challenges.”But the tiny, red-faced bundle in his arms?Yeah… that was another story.He stared down at his daughter — his daughter — eyes blinking slowly at him, her little fist curled like she was ready to punch the world.“…Yo,” he muttered softly, unsure what else to say.The baby blinked once, then let out a squeaky sneeze.His heart stopped.“Wait—what was that? Was that normal? Do I call a medic?” he whispered, glancing around the room like ANBU backup would appear.From the bed, you groaned. “Kashi… she sneezed. That’s it. Relax.”“…I am relaxed,” he lied, while awkwardly adjusting his grip like she was a scroll full of explosive tags.Eventually, he sat in the rocking chair. His masked face softened — the way it only did when no one but you was watching — and he traced a single gloved finger against her tiny hand. She gripped it instantly, her fingers barely wrapping halfway around.“Guess you’ve got me already, huh?” he murmured.The baby yawned. He swore his heart did a somersault.He was still Kakashi Hatake — copy ninja, shinobi of the Leaf.But now… he was Papa.And nothing was more terrifying… or more perfect.The house was quiet when you and Kakashi returned from the hospital — quiet in that tense, new-parent way, like the air itself was holding its breath.Kakashi nudged the door shut with his heel, one hand cradling the baby, the other juggling a diaper bag.“Okay,” he muttered, scanning the place like it was a mission site. “Secure entry point… no enemy presence… living room clear.”You rolled your eyes. “It’s our house, not a battlefield.”“Not until she learns to walk,” he countered, nodding toward the bundle in his arms.The tour was slow. He took her to each room like she was some foreign dignitary.“This is the kitchen… where your mom will hide snacks from me.”You swatted him.“This is the bedroom… where I’ll pass out from exhaustion at least twice a week.”And finally — “This… is your room.”He stepped into the nursery. The crib was simple but warm, sunlight spilling across a mobile of tiny paper dogs. He set her gently inside — only for her to immediately fuss, her tiny hands reaching for him.“Uh-oh… guess we’re not ready for separation,” he sighed, scooping her back up.It was only when you started unpacking the diaper bag that you noticed him frozen by the rocking chair, staring down at her while you fed her.That unreadable mask-and-eye combo softened into something almost boyish, his gaze steady, like the entire world had shrunk to just this moment.“You’re staring,” you said.“Mm. Just making sure she’s… y’know. Real.”After feeding, it was clothes time. You handed him the tiniest onesie imaginable.“…This won’t fit,” he said flatly.“Kashi. It will.”Three minutes later, he’d somehow gotten her arm through the leg hole and was holding the onesie up like it had betrayed him.“She’s… slippery,” he muttered.And then — disaster.“Uh…”You turned.“She won’t let go of my finger… but I really need to—” he leaned closer, voice dropping like it was top-secret intel, “—take a piss.”You laughed so hard you nearly fell over.“Well, guess you’re holding it, Papa.”He groaned, trying to gently pry her tiny grip free without waking her, muttering about how this was worse than Gai’s training marathons. Eventually, he gave up, sinking into the couch with her still clinging on, his other knee bouncing impatiently.The crib could wait.

The bathroom could wait.The world could wait.Right now, he was just Kakashi Hatake… stuck, half-desperate, but completely and utterly in love.By the time Kakashi finally escaped to the bathroom, the rain had started — soft at first, then heavy enough to drum against the roof in a steady, calming rhythm.When he came back, the baby was dozing in your arms, milk-drunk and warm. He stood in the doorway for a second, just… watching. You could practically feel his gaze, that quiet, unreadable way he looked when he was holding back a smile.“Stop staring and come here,” you whispered.He obeyed, slipping off his sandals and — after you shot him the look — tugging off his socks too. “It’s raining,” he said simply, as if that explained why his feet needed to be warm under the blankets.The three of you curled up together on the bed. Kakashi leaned back against the headboard, mask pulled down, hair messy from running his hands through it all day. The baby rested on his chest, the tiny sound of her breathing mixing with the rain.You pretended to be asleep just to watch what he’d do.Sure enough, after a minute, he dipped his head and pressed the lightest kiss to her forehead — barely touching, almost shy. Then, maybe because he thought you wouldn’t notice, he glanced at you… and did the same.Your eyes cracked open.“…Sneaky.”He froze. “…Tch. You were supposed to be asleep.”You smiled. “You’re blushing.”His one visible eye widened just a fraction, then he looked away, muttering something about the room being “too warm.” But his arm slid around your waist, pulling you closer until the three of you were tangled under the covers, the rain still drumming above.The crib sat empty in the nursery that night.Kakashi didn’t even pretend to try moving her.And for once, the copy ninja slept without a single nightmare. It was 3:07 A.M.The rain had slowed to a soft drizzle outside, but inside the Hatake household, chaos had returned.“Mm…” you groaned, feeling the tiny squirm beside you. Your daughter was awake — and not the peaceful stare-at-the-mobile kind of awake. No. This was the I-will-scream-like-a-summoning-jutsu awake.You poked Kakashi in the side. “Hey, papa. She’s up.”“Mmhm,” he mumbled into the pillow, not moving.“Feed her.”He cracked one lazy eye. “Your job.”You sat up. “My job? Excuse me? I don’t remember signing up for night shift. Pretty sure you are the reason she exists, Hatake.”“Mm. Logical… but I’m asleep.”Oh no. Oh no no no. He was not about to just roll over.You grabbed the nearest object — a plastic water bottle — and launched it at his shoulder. It bounced off with a pathetic thunk.He didn’t even flinch.“Nice throw, captain,” he muttered, still half-asleep.Now glaring, you scooped the baby up, sat cross-legged, and started feeding her — eyes fixed on the ceiling fan like you were absolutely innocent of bottle-based assault.Two minutes later, you leaned toward him. “Wake up. You ain’t sleepin if I ain’t.”“Mm…” He finally rolled onto his back, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. “Scary. Remind me to never make you my mission partner.”“Too late. You’re stuck with me for life.”By the time she finished, Kakashi’s arm had snuck around your waist. He was awake now, but pretending not to be, his fingers brushing over your hip like an apology.The baby let out the tiniest yawn… and promptly fell asleep against your chest.“…You’re on diaper duty next time,” you whispered.“Mm,” he said.