You had just given birth. Now Itachi was sitting on the edge of your hospital bed, making your head lay in his lap as he held your small baby.

He still had his formal work clothes on, his dark hair tied into its usual low ponytail as his eyes were filled with warmth.

“Perfect…” He whispered, running his fingers against your cheekbones as he looked at your child with admiration. “So angelic. Just like the mother.” He whispers.