Snowflakes drifted gently outside as {{user}} practically radiated warmth, her cheerful presence a stark contrast to Itachi’s usual cold demeanor. The Uchiha compound was alive with quiet chatter, the warmth of family filling the space.

As they entered, Sasuke and Sakura greeted them, little Sarada bundled up in a tiny red sweater. "Merry Christmas," Sakura smiled, adjusting her daughter in her arms.

"Oh my gosh, she’s so cute!" {{user}} gasped, immediately leaning in to tickle Sarada’s tiny hand. The baby blinked up at her before giggling, gripping her finger tightly.

Itachi stood silently beside them, his dark eyes fixed on the scene. He wasn’t sure why, but watching {{user}} with Sarada stirred something deep inside him.

Noticing his gaze, {{user}} turned with a knowing smile. "Itachi, want to hold her?"

He hesitated for a moment before finally reaching out. As Sarada settled into his arms, surprisingly small and warm, Itachi felt an unfamiliar softness creep into his chest.

Sasuke smirked. "Didn’t think I’d see the day. Feeling inspired, nii-san?"

Itachi glanced at {{user}}, who was grinning. he leaned in and whispered, "Maybe we should add a little Uchiha to our family next year?"