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_{Hopeful optics sparkling in joy, excitement filling the features of the crimsonette as digits furled around the writing material, fist going through the smooth parchment underneath.} 

                              _{Hᴇʟʟᴏ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀᴇsᴛ sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ!!   (´⌣`ʃƪ)}

                                               _{T̶ʜ̶ɪ̶s̶ ̶ɪ̶s̶ ̶ʏ̶ᴏ̶ᴜ̶ʀ̶ ̶ᴍ̶ᴏ̶ᴛ̶ʜ̶ᴇ̶ʀ̶}

                           _{I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏᴏɴ! (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ*}

 

                                                

_{Thoughts of excitement stormed the chamber of thoughts of the soon-to-be-mother, herself drowning in words and amusement as she couldn’t help but to think about the future—–the long awaited happy future that had haunted her dreams for a very long time.}

_{Every stroke was filled with glee, every edge of ink splattering the vellum beneath was contained of hope.} 

   _{Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ—-ʙʏ ‘ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ’ I ᴍᴇᴀɴ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ I.} 

                                                           _{（ｖ＾＿＾）ｖ}

                          _{Yᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ!}

      _{Esᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴀᴅ, I ᴡɪsʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴇᴇ ʜɪs ғᴀᴄᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ!  (ノ＞▽＜。)ノ}

_{Chortles escaped as digits continued, eyes slowly forming a concave of happiness. It was the truth anyway. Everything—-everything she could think about—-was going to be all written here. Tʜɪs was an outlet of everything she could say—an outlet of her feelings, a summation of all the experiences she will need to go through while he is still inside her.}

                                 _{I sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴇғɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪs:}

                       _{Yᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴀᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏᴡɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴜᴇss ᴡʜᴀᴛ? Hᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʙᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ᴘᴀɪʀ ᴏғ ᴘᴀɴᴛs, ᴀ ʙᴏᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴍɪʟᴋ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ sᴇᴛ ᴏғ sʜɪʀᴛs!! Hᴇ’s ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀɴ I ᴀᴍ!      °˖ ✧◝(○ ヮ ○)◜✧˖ °}

 

_{A pause. A thought of what’s going to be written next.}

           

              _{Your appearance? Perhaps your attitude? Or maybe the traits you’ll inherit from us? Or even so, who’s going to be your teacher/s? Will Jiraiya-sensei be fond of you? Will you be stronger than Minato? Will you contain the so called Will of Fire? Will you have my verbal tick 'dattebane’? Because I really hope not.}

                                           _{Most importantly.                                                           Will you be a good son?}

               _{Aɴʏᴡᴀʏ, I'ʟʟ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜɪs ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪs. (๑>◡<๑)}

                   _{Wᴇʟʟ ɴᴏᴡ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴀᴅ ɪs sʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ʙᴇsɪᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ. I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ғᴇᴇʟ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏᴍʙ—-I ᴏɴʟʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʀᴀᴍᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ. ლ(๏‿๏ ◝ლ)}

                              _{Iᴄʜɪʀᴀᴋᴜ’s ᴄʟᴏsᴇs ᴀᴛ 10. Sᴏ ʏᴇs.}

_{Another soft chuckle. Would she ever get tired of writing this?}

_{Probably no. But sleep had taken over. Dactyls started to weaken, yawns started to take action. Lilac optics lidded as its gaze blurred within reaching the soft texture of the clean vellum.} 

                  _{Lᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.                                        I'ʟʟ ᴛʀʏ…}

                              _{ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ.}