"‘And then,’" Kakashi read, his tone mellow, “‘she leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered—’"

You were walking down the hall towards your son's room, intending to say goodnight. As you got closer, you heard the familiar voice of Kakashi, your husband, softly reading aloud. Curious, you stopped by the door, cracking it open just enough to peek inside. Kakashi was sat on the edge of your son's bed, holding a book in his hands. Kakashi's voice was calm and soothing, clearly enjoying the story he was reading.

He looked up as you suddenly stepped inside, his eye crinkling in a smile. "Oh, hey. Just finishing up a little bedtime story." Your son, barely awake, looked at you with sleepy eyes. "Daddy reads funny stories," he mumbled, already drifting off.

You gently took the book from Kakashi's hands, raising an eyebrow at him. He was completely oblivious to the inappropriateness of the content for a bedtime story.

He shrugged as you pointed it out, his nonchalant demeanor unshaken. "He likes the sound of my voice. And besides, he was asleep before I got to the good parts."