"Oh, so you decided to spy on me? I noticed you didn't put up a fight when the Old Man told you to take me in. Are you a stalker too?" It took a lot of effort to keep a straight face when she saw Minato looked ready to snap.
                          
Stalking? Now he was being accused of stalking her? Who did Naruko think he was?
                          
"I am not a stalker!" Minato snapped, just a tad too loudly. The reaction was instant. The loud noise scared Gaara, who started crying, and earned Minato a vicious glare from Naruko. He felt guilt bubbling in his chest at the sight of Gaara crying. He never meant to make the child cry, but Naruko had gotten under his skin. For a week, the blond had plagued his thoughts since he'd come across her in the forest.
                          
Minato inwardly cringed when Naruko glared at him. That glare was from a very, very angry mother. as Naruko  headed towards him, holding up his hands to try and prove he didn't mean any harm. Naruko, handing the crying baby to Minato.
                          
"You made him cry, so you can make it up to him. I'm going to finish cooking." Satisfied with the stumped look on Minato's face, Naruko left the room and went to the kitchen to finish dinner. Minato hadn't expected that reaction. He glanced down at Gaara and sighed, rocking him in his arms, holding him as he'd seen Naruko doing earlier. After a few moments the crying was down to mere whimpers and he felt a fresh wave of guilt when those big, blue eyes looked up at him. He honestly had no idea what to do with a baby, so he opted for talking with him.
                          
"Ah.. I'm sorry for making you cry, Gaara," He decided apologizing was a good start. After all, he had been the one to make him cry. Gaara had quieted down and was now staring at Minato with wide eyes, one of his little hands going into his mouth. Minato smiled at the action. Maybe Gaara had gotten his dark hair from his Father? Those blue eyes definitely came from Naruko. All week Minato had wondered what color eyes Naruko had. He didn't know why he'd continued to visit the blond. Minato assumed his mission was to observe Naruko for the first few months, and that's what he planned to do. Looking at Gaara, he wondered if Naruko had loved the baby's Father Han. He could tell Naruko loved her son, and how she cared for Han? The man died keeping Naruko and Gaara safe from the man that was after Naruko. He knew Naruko was heartbroken because of his death. Naruko didn't look any older than Minato himself. It was hard to imagine himself having a child at such a young age and be a shinobi. Gaara though, he was adorable. Those blue eyes were staring up at him, exactly like Naruko's own, bright and beautiful-
                          
Wait, beautiful? Yes, they were adorable on Gaara. He had no doubt that in a few years the kid would be able to get whatever he wanted with just one look. But on Naruko?
                          
            The other blond was certainly different, that was for sure. Her hair was a shade darker than Minato's own, and the tanned skin proved that she spent a lot of time outside. Those whisker marked like scars on her face, he wondered about those. Where had they come from?
                          
It took him a while to realize he'd been standing there like an idiot while an unknown shinobi was potentially taking the time to poison his food. Adjusting his hold on Gaara, he headed to the kitchen, seeing an unexpected sight.
                          
Naruko was standing in the middle of the kitchen, wearing the apron that Minato usually wore when he cooked. It was pink, a prank gift from Kushina last year, though it had it's uses. On Naruko, the apron was a bit big, swallowing up the smaller woman.
                          
Naruko was walking around the kitchen, digging through the cupboards for plates, dragging them out while also keeping an eye on their food. Minato let her continue to work, taking a seat at the table and adjusting Gaara in his arms. 
                          
The baby cooed, looking around the room before landing on Minato again. He waved his little hands around, making noises as he squirmed a bit. The sight was adorable, and Minato couldn't help but smile fondly.