Lights in the Fridge
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"A parent's love for their child is amazing, isn't it?"-Collette(Tales of Symphonia)
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Small footsteps pit-pattered across the wooden floor of their apartment. Minato rubbed his eyes blearily, wondering what Naruto was up to now. Kushina rolled over next to him, mumbling "Before sunrise, he's your son." He threw back the covers and shivered as his feet came in contact with the colder floor. He followed the noise into the kitchen and leaned comfortably on the doorframe, watching his son.
Naruto stuck his tongue out as he reached for the small jar of blackberry jelly on his tiptoes. His small fingers were outstretched as far as they could go and he got off his toes with a huff and pout.
He never noticed his dad coming up behind him until the taller blonde asked, "Naruto, what're you doing?"
The five-year-old whirled around and grinned innocently. "Gettin' a midnight snack."
"You know you really shouldn't be eating in the middle of the night."
Naruto's lips turned into a confused pout. "But if we aren't supposed to have a midnight snack, why did God put lights in the fridge?"
Minato's laugh echoed off the walls as he picked up his son and set him on the counter. He ruffled the blonde spikes affectionately. "Just don't tell your mother." He said, getting the blackberry jelly.