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Naruto deserved a childhood full of love and warmth. Of lazy Sundays, warm baths, and bedtime stories. He deserved the freedom to be a child without worrying about what tomorrow might bring.
Kakashi agreed.
He couldn't give Naruto a world without danger, or promise that nothing would ever hurt him. But he could give him a home to return to, a hand to hold when things became frightening, and the certainty that he would always be wanted.
Kakashi knew better than most how easily a life could change. He had learned young that loving someone didn't mean you could keep them, and that sometimes the people left behind had to find a way to live with questions that would never be answered.
He didn't want that for Naruto. He wanted his son to grow up with the sort of security Kakashi had never quite learned to expect. The sort that he had begged for.
It was a small thing to want, perhaps. An ordinary life.
Kakashi had come to understand that ordinary didn't mean easy. It meant having something worth coming back to.
And nothing could keep him from getting his pup home safely. Gods help anyone who tried.
