Summary: He was very confused. He has whisker marks. His Dad has whisker marks. Even his new cute little baby sister has whisker marks! So they why doesn't his mama have whisker marks?!

A/N: Whoops forgot to edit and proofread this, oh well~

Disclaimer: I do not own anything. All characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto.

She felt something tugging at the end of her dress. Hinata looked down to see her cute 4 year old son pouting up at her. She quickly put down the plate that she was drying on the counter and bent down on her knees till she reached his eye level.

"No! Don't go down! Mama pick me up -attebasa!" He said in his squeaky voice.

The lavender eyed women blinked in surprise. He was at that stage where he says that he's a "big boy" and "isn't a mama's boy or needs her kisses."

She picked him up and he wrapped his small legs around her waist and he buried his face into her bosom. She gently smiled as she wrapped her arms around his small body and teasingly said,"What did you need, my big boy?"

He looked up, stopping from nuzzling into her chest even more, and the pout came back with full force again. She turned his position until he was resting on her hip, his small arms wrapping around her slim neck this time while his legs hung loosely.

He looked back down and shyly said, "Mama I'm con-con-confu-?" His ears burned red as his face bloomed with a red hue as he struggled to pronounce the word.

"Do you mean 'confused' sweetheart?"

He slowly looked back up, expecting her to give him an amused look, only to see her gently and lovingly smiling down at the him. Of course. He should've known better, she would never do that. He happily smiled, at how she understood him so much, and rested his head on her chest, hearing her heartbeat almost lulling him to sleep. Almost. But he quickly remembered his mission and he casted his gaze upwards yet again.

"Yeah, 'dats the word mama. I'm con-confused cuz I have this," he said, still struggling with the word and pointing to his whisker marks, "daddy has them too, and even himawari has them, but mama doesn't. Why doesn't mama have any?"

Hinata couldn't help the smile that came on her face as she glanced down at his face. The expression on his face made her want to pinch his cheeks. His face was filled with a child's curiosity and innocence, her heart filled up with even more love for her child.

"Well, Boruto, you see-" she was about to explain why but she was interrupted by his wiggling to get out of her arms. She put him down and he ran to a table nearby to get something that she couldn't see, since his small body was blocking what he was getting, and he looked back at her, gesturing with his hand to come over to where he was. As Hinata walked over to where he was, and got a closer look to what was clutched in his hands. It was a black marker.

"Mama I have a good idea! You'll have these," he said pointing to his whisker marks,"when I draw them on you!" His little voice exclaimed excitedly.

Hinata frowned for a bit as she bent down to his level. She was contemplating if she should let him or not, but once she saw his face she knew she was a goner. He was using the famous "sad puppy face" that his father expertly uses with her too.

"Of course baby. Then maybe I'll be as cute as you." She said as she scooped him up with her arms and kissed his whisker marked cheek.

"Haha mama stop it! That tickles!" He squealed and giggled and Hinata kept on kissing him all over his face. He finally got out of her grasp and gestured her to lean down so he can draw them on her. Hinata felt the coolness of the the marker as he swept it across her cheeks.

"There, now you have them too dattebasa!"

She couldn't help it. She beamed happily at him as he did the same to her, and she got up and scooped him up again, and started kissing him again. He giggled happily with her, their laughter echoing throughout the house.

But they forgot about someone…

"WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

Himawari woke up…