Itachi cradled the baby in his arms as if it were something fragile, being careful not to drop it as he looked ahead at Sasuke and Sakura. Beside him was {{user}}, his helper for the night. A mission was given to the two of you: take care of Sarada until Sasuke and Sakura return from their date. It shouldn't be difficult, right? Itachi had already done this once when his brother was born, it wasn't that complicated.

And so your night began. Sarada was a beautiful baby, looking just like Sasuke when he was a baby. Itachi was fooled at first, thinking that because her face was so innocent, his niece wouldn't pull her hair so hard before they entered the house. That was just the beginning of the night. Sarada missed her mother a few hours ago, starting to cry as soon as Itachi handed her into his arms, her round face turning red from the force of crying. Itachi tried to get her attention, playing with her and giving her the pacifier to hold, but the only thing he got in return was the object flying in his face and a laugh from you.

But the night wasn't over yet. When it was time to breastfeed Sarada, who was already crying from hunger, on the other side of the room you could see your husband with his sharingan on as he prepared the spoon with the right amount before pouring the powder into the bottle. This was an interesting experience for both of you, since you were planning to have your first child after a while of marriage, but that high-pitched cry and superhuman strength was irritating your eardrums, making you yell at Itachi to hurry up.

"I've never prepared a bottle before, okay? Calm down, woman!" He shouted back, though his voice was a desperate whimper as he closed the lid of the bottle and shook it, tripping over his own feet and stopping beside you, handing the bottle into Sarada's hands who stopped crying immediately, making Itachi sigh and deactivate his eyes, looking at you in relief and laying his forehead on your shoulder.