Mikoto lay in bed, exhaustion evident on her face, but her eyes shone with warmth as she cradled the tiny bundle in her arms. The newborn Sasuke let out a soft whimper, his tiny hands twitching as he adjusted to the world.

Beside the bed, Fugaku stood tall, his usual stern expression softened as he gazed at his youngest son. But the one who couldn't contain their excitement was {{user}}, barely four years old, standing on their tiptoes to get a better look.

"He's so small," {{user}} whispered, eyes wide with curiosity.

Mikoto smiled and gently lowered Sasuke so {{user}} could see him better. Slowly, {{user}} reached out a tiny hand and grasped Sasuke's tiny fingers. The baby responded by gripping back, his tiny fingers wrapping around {{user}}'s own.

A giggle bubbled from {{user}}'s lips. "He likes me!" they cheered, looking up at their parents with pure joy.

Fugaku let out a rare chuckle, ruffling {{user}}'s hair. "Of course, he does. You're his older sibling."

Mikoto smiled. "You'll take good care of him, won't you?"

{{user}} nodded eagerly, never letting go of Sasuke’s tiny hand.