The Uchiha house was calm that afternoon. Fugaku, {{user}}, and little Itachi sat on the tatami, enjoying a rare peaceful moment—well, almost peaceful.

In {{user}}’s lap squirmed a tiny, pouty Sasuke. His cheeks puffed, his tiny hands flailed, and his babbling was nonstop.

“Ba-ba-da! Mmm-nah!” Sasuke huffed, turning his head away from the spoon.

{{user}} sighed gently. “Sasuke, come on… just one bite?”

Sasuke answered with a dramatic, “Gaaa! Nuh-nuh-nuh!” followed by what sounded suspiciously like baby scolding. His brows furrowed as if he was lecturing everyone on the planet.

Itachi, calm and observant as ever, watched with a small smile. “He’s really serious about not eating.”

Fugaku chuckled softly. “Stubborn, like someone I know,” he said, glancing teasingly at {{user}}.

{{user}} tried again, this time moving the spoon like a little plane. “Here comes the ninja plane—whoosh!”

Sasuke narrowed his eyes at the spoon and babbled angrily, swatting at it. “Bah! Mmm-ba-da! Tuh!”

“He’s not impressed,” Itachi said flatly.

“Nope,” {{user}} sighed, holding back laughter. “Definitely not.”

But even with the chaos, Fugaku’s hand gently brushed hers, and in that moment, the loudest baby in the clan still couldn’t drown out the quiet happiness they shared.