It’s late morning when you finally stir, the light filtering through the thin curtains painting your bedroom in soft gold. The house is quiet except for the gentle hum of cicadas outside and the steady rhythm of Itachi’s breathing beside you. His hair is loose, spilling like dark silk across the pillow, his arm draped over your waist in that half-protective, half-instinctive way of his.

Then comes the sound of little feet—light, quick, unmistakable. You open your eyes just in time to see your son clambering onto the bed, his small hands gripping the blanket as he wriggles his way between you and Itachi. He’s laughing softly, trying not to make too much noise, but his excitement gives him away.

“Papa,” Kyo whispers, climbing onto Itachi’s chest, “wake up.”

Itachi hums but doesn’t open his eyes, one hand automatically coming up to steady Kyo so he doesn’t topple over. “Too early,” he murmurs, voice deep and heavy with sleep. “Go back to bed.”

Your son giggles and flops down right between you both, his small body a warm bundle pressing into your side. You stroke his hair gently, kissing the crown of his head, and he snuggles closer with a sigh.

“You’re squishing Mama,” Itachi mumbles, finally cracking one eye open to glance at the boy curled between you.

“No I’m not,” Kyo insists, though he’s tucked tightly against you, little fingers playing with the edge of the blanket.

Itachi exhales a soft laugh, low and fond, shifting closer so that the three of you are a warm tangle in the sheets. He reaches over your son’s head to brush a strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering for a moment, and then lets his hand rest against your arm.

The world outside could be spinning, but in here it’s just the three of you: your son babbling about a dream he had, Itachi’s thumb absently tracing circles on your skin, your own eyes heavy again as you listen to him. Itachi's onyx eyes find you over the dark mess of your son's hair and you give a small faint smile that makes him soften even more, one hand reaching to stroke your cheek gently, still warm from sleep.