Description: He was hit with the sudden realization that Himawari was also Hinata's daughter.

Not that he didn't take his duty as the Hokage seriously, but at the moment Uzumaki Naruto really didn't give a damn about any of that. Handing a pocketfull of cash to the starstrucked cashier at the counter ahead of him, he grabbed the dozens of bags of clothes he'd purchased into his arms and quickly began to make his way out.

"Take it. Take all of it!" he muttered between heavy breathes and stepped out into the busy Konoha marketplace. There had to be a department store around here someplace and he was desperate to get there as soon as he possibly could because if people didn't think he'd buy up the entire sportsbra rack then they had something coming.

It had to be about ten minutes ago when all hell broke loose. He'd been doing his usual unexciting buisiness of signing papers and approving missions when Shikamaru, his childhood pal turned trusted advisor, brought him the family photo set he and his wife had taken a few weeks ago to have framed in his office. Naruto eagerly unveiled the pictures and picked his favorite out, setting it on his desk in front of him where he could take casual peaks throughout the day to remind himself what a perfect family he had. It was in one of those peaks that he had really taken notice of how much bigger Hinata's breasts were getting now that she was pregnant with their third child. He could feel himself blushing as he openly gawked at her chest and thought about all the freaky shit he wanted to do with her when they got home. Hinata was the most beautiful woman in the village hands down, and she was all his. Heaving a euphoric sigh, Naruto brought his fingers up to his lips and kissed them before pressing them against the frame where she stood.

He then let his gaze fall down her delicate arm which wrapped gently around their loquacious son Boruto, who like the mama's boy that he was, held a big grin identical to his own at the satisfaction of being next to his mother. Naruto's place in the photograph was at his wife's side, whom he stood a full head over. Like his son he too held his usual open toothed grin, though this was mainly attributed to the fact that Himawari, his precious little baby girl, had her cute little chubby hands wrapped around her daddy's neck and her cheek pressed against his. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of his daughter looking at him like he was the center of her world. God he just loved his little angel so much he couldn't stand it. Despite the many people that would argue otherwise, Naruto hadn't really seen much of himself in his daughter aside from her little whisker-like birthmarks and bright blue eyes. She had her mom's button nose and pink lips and dark hair. Even their little fingers were identical. It was no wonder his baby was so cute with Hinata as her mother.

He had been smiling like an idiot when the realization of what he'd just thought dawned upon him and suddenly the corners of his lips dropped into a still, thin line.

Hinata. His beautiful, perfect, sexy Hinata was the mother of this precious little girl. If Himawari looked so much like her now he didn't even want to think about what puberty had in store for her.

"Eh, Naruto?"

He hadn't bothered looking up at Shikamaru, who had more than likely been giving him his famous what-the-hell-is-wrong-with-you stare.

"Cover for me."

So he found himself in the marketplace, ravaging every clothing store and buying up any and every bulky item he could find. His wife was never one to show off her assets and Himawari would do the same, whether she liked it or not. He'd be damned if he let any of those nasty village boys peek at his little girl. There was no way in hell.

Daddy couldn't handle it.