The joyful and emotional tears that were shed on that day still felt sweet to him even now. Kakashi smiled as he held the frame of his wedding photo. He could still feel the emotions of that day, the happiness and the excitement, every time he looked at the photo, a feeling of contentment washed over him.

It had been years, yet the sight of his wife still brought a pang of wistful joy to his heart. The small hand tugging on his leg gives him a little distraction. He let out a soft sigh as he placed the frame carefully on the nearby table. Hardly to believe how much his son had grown in the past five years. He still remembered the day he was born, the day his life had changed forever. Reached down and placed a gentle hand on his son's head, ruffling his hair affectionately. "What is it, little one?" Kakashi asked with a gentle smile. The boy looked up at Kakashi, his big eyes full of trust and innocent curiosity. "Mama asked me to call papa" his voice small and sweet. His little hand still gripped tightly to his father's leg, as if he didn't want to let go.

Kakashi chuckled softly, his heart swelling with affection for his son. He put a hand on the boy's head, giving him a warm smile. "Did she now?" he asked, his voice playful. He looked up and called out, "Honey, your mini-me is here on demand."