Pointless. Random.

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A paternal Hinata Hyuga. I might do more.

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There are quiet snippets stolen in time where she would wonder, is this how my father felt?

But she would not dwell on that thought for too long because soon enough a cry would pierce the night and she would hurry out of her room and through the corridor, coming to a stop to the door that hid the wailing infant from her opalescent eyes.

Her child.

Opening the door she allows herself to breathe a soft sigh of relief, her child was still in his crib crying his lungs out and there wasn’t any sign of danger.

No assailants. No ninjas. Just her and the baby.

When she shushes the babe in her arms she wonders again, is this how my father felt?

This undeniable fear that something would happen to the child?

This protective instinct to ensure the child’s safety?

To do everything in her power for her child?

And she would smile, knowing what the answer would be.

Yes.

Because in those fragmented bits of her memories of the night she was kidnapped, her father had looked worried and scared. Something that made her young mind confused.

Her otou-san had never looked like that before.

And when he had rescued her, killing the traitorous ninja, he had kissed her forehead and clutched her small body to his chest in relief.

She had fallen asleep to the sound of his heart.

So now, she kissed her child on the forehead and held his small body to her chest, offering the warmth and comfort a mother should.

She would hope that when he is older, he would cherish the memories of when she would lull him to sleep with her heartbeat…just like her father used to do before when she wasn’t the heir but his daughter.

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I want to cry and wail; maybe my mother might come to me? Heh.