Sweet Dreams

"Why does he keep crawling away from me?" Sasuke frowned, his eyes focused on the comical sight of his infant son hiding behind Karin's legs, tiny hands clinging tight to her stockings.

Karin smiled at the jealous, bruised ego evident in her husband's voice and simply picked the child up from off the floor. He immediately responded by burying his chubby face in her warm neck and whimpering without turning back around to acknowledge his father. Clearly he wasn't ready to be daddy's little boy yet.

"Why won't he even look at me?" Sasuke stood against the door with his arms crossed over his chest...