‘SandPrincess sent 5,000 stars.’
The gaming computer dinged as it notified a follower sending gifts to the person behind the monitor, playing the newest popular game called Call of Duty. It is an online first-person shooting video game franchise originally focused on the WWII setting, and can be played by either solo, duo, or group. The player dodged a bullet, entering an abandoned warehouse as a series of gunshots can be heard from outside the building.
‘ChipsLover sent 1,000 stars.’
The live notified as the player went out of his hiding place with his gun ready, shooting with precision. His enemies met their end by the hands of the laziest and popular gamer to date, Nara Shikamaru. “Winner, LazyShadow.”
Shikamaru smirked, snorting as the chat box for the twitch live went crazy with his another win. He’s been streaming for almost two hours after work at his dad’s company, and he’s been spending his time behind the monitor as he waits for the arrival of his family.
MindGoddess: OMG, that was so cool! He’s been winning the game since he started!
MiniGreenSpandex: The flames of youth run wildly at LazyShadow!
HairCare: Please, someone stop him.
SeniorGreenSpandex: That’s right! Your youthfulness is beaming, young lad!
KunaiStrap: Kill me.
Shikamaru is naturally a lazy person and his inclination is to do as little work as possible. He relies on his intellect when it comes to day to day occurrence and it also applies whenever he plays games. He thinks of endless scenarios and chooses the less troublesome route to follow as he executes his game plan.
Shikamaru, in his late twenties, has narrow brown eyes and a typical expression suggesting he is either bored or irritated. He has shoulder length black hair tied in a spiky ponytail. He’s wearing a plain green t-shirt and jogger pants as he relaxed in his chair, mentally celebrating his small victory.
He was about to play for another round when a childish shout halted him from doing so.
“Daddy!”
Once again, the comment from his followers came back to life but this time, wildly and in disbelief.
SandPrincess: Am I hearing AND seeing this right? He has a kid?!
AllAreDickless: Oh my, maybe a bastard child? I don’t see a ring.
EyePrincess: The child is so cute though!
The child, who appears to be five years old, bears a strong resemblance to his father. He has black-colored, spiky hair, tied up in a ponytail, but his eyes are a rich ocean blue. Unlike his father, the mini clone of him has sharper facial expressions — a trait he most likely inherited from his mother.
Shikamaru spun his swivel chair and opened his arms widely as the child excitedly rammed his body to his father. The older Nara held back a groan from the force that his son no doubt inherited from his strong mother as the cute child laughed giddily in his arms.
“Shikadai,” Shikamaru called, eliciting another comment from his viewers. “Why are you out of school already? It’s only two in the afternoon. Kindergarten’s not over until four.”
The child, Shikadai, huffed haughtily at his father, earning a coo from the watchers as they watched the son scold his father. “Daddy, my teachers have a meeting! Mommy said she tried calling you but you didn’t answer. Mommy was saying that you are lazy and that she will kick you.”
Shikamaru paled, hurriedly fetching his phone from the table. He grimaced when he saw that he missed his wife’s call, three times. He turned off his phone as the comments at his stream became lively, seeing that he was scared of his wife.
HornyScarecrow: Are you afraid of your wife? That’s so funny.
YellowPikachu: That’s not funny, HornyScarecrow. Wives can be terrifying. And please, change your username!
SeniorShadow: What a drag.
“Where’s Mommy?”
“Here.” Answered an irritated voice in front of him. Shikamaru looked up to see his wife, the love of his life, the woman of his dreams, and the mother of his troublesome son looking at him with a sneer.
Shikamaru, normally, would be the one in-charge of the little Nara when it comes to dropping and picking him up from school because they can’t risk Naruto having someone see her with their child. They worry that it might cause an uproar and Shikadai would get caught up in the middle.
“Naruto, baby.” Shikamaru greeted nervously, not noticing how his watchers had blown up the comment section, their eyes wide in shock from behind their screen upon finding out that the famous gamer was married to the sensational rising model of their generation, Namikaze Naruto.
MindGoddess: Holy crap, is that Fox Goddess Naruto?!
AllAreDickless: Lucky bastard. How did he manage that?
CanineBitch: Bloody hell!
FutureUchihaMatriarch: Hmp, I can’t see why you lots are fussing over some blonde bimbo.
KunaiStrap: You idiot! She’s not a blonde bimbo. That’s a famous model!
SandCastle: She could have done better.
SandPrincess: How can I compete with that? I thought I could be the kid’s step-mom.
MegaPaint: Lucky asshole.
BabySharingan: Damn, she looks hot even in a simple white shirt and jeans.
FutureUchihaMatriarch: No, she’s not!
BugBoy: BabySharingan, seconded.
Namikaze Naruto is one of the quickly rising models of their generation. She collaborates with different brand deals and does modeling left and right. Her social accounts are mostly filled with pictures with famous people but none of them had hinted that she has a husband, and a child at that.
“Don’t you Naruto baby me! I’ve been calling you, Nara Shikamaru!”
Shikamaru let go of his son, letting him roam his game room freely as he carefully approached his enraged blonde. Angering a half Uzumaki was never a wise decision and Shikamaru can get his hand bitten if not threaded with care. He circled his arms around the blonde’s petite waist, resting his head at her slender shoulder.
He kissed her exposed neck softly, muttering apologies in her ears. He sighed in contentment as he finally got to hold his wife after her never ending schedule. Being a famous model is hard, and it’s harder for Shikamaru whenever he sees his wife beyond exhausted from her job. He may not say it but it’s also hard for him because of their secret marital status.
He can’t hold his wife’s hand in public. He can’t proudly announce the mother of his child because it could cause trouble for his wife. He could never go grocery shopping with Naruto because the second she’s out of the house, people will immediately swarm her. He could never do things he wanted to do to her in public because of the fear of people finding out and ruining the peace their family had protected for so long.
More importantly, he could never act on his possessive nature whenever he saw someone flirting with his woman. Horny motherfuckers who thought that they could bed her , Shikamaru thought darkly.
“Are you playing your game again?” Naruto asked, her arms slowly circling around the older Nara’s neck. Shikamaru hummed in affirmation, closing his eyes for a moment as he savored the feeling of having his love in his arms, hearing her angelic voice up close, and smelling her sweet heavenly scent.
“Oh, shit.” Shikamaru whispered in panic, his eyes comically growing wide as he remembered that he was still streaming. “I’m on live, babe.”
Naruto’s hand froze from stroking his hair before resuming the action as if it never stopped. She hummed in response, seemingly calm with the situation even if she knows that the newfound information about the model’s life will cause backlash.
“It’s okay.” Naruto assured, retreating her head to take a good look at her husband’s confused expression. “The company told me that we can go public.”
Shikamaru’s face brightened, his arms tightening its hold around his wife’s waist. “Really?”
Naruto grinned wide in response, “Really.” She giggled as Shikamaru picked her up then twirling her around as he laughed happily from the information. They both stopped when they heard a childish giggle from beside them, seeing their child holding a hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing at his parents’ bright faces.
“Come here, son!”
YellowPikachu: Oh my! My grandson looks so cute here!
HornyScarecrow: Of course. He inherited my sister’s genes, after all.
SeniorShadow: Excuse me but Shikadai looks like my son’s clone. My grandson obviously inherited it from my side of the family.
RedHabanero: Screw you, Shikaku!
“Hey, guys! My name’s Namikaze-Nara Naruto. Thank you for always supporting my husband, and I hope that you continue supporting him in the future. I’m sorry if we have to cut his stream short but Shikadai was hoping we could have a nice family outing today. Until next time, bye!”
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The very next day, Shikamaru, with his wedding band in sight, was met with envious gazes from his co-worker as he starts another day at his dad’s company. He took pride in what had transcribed yesterday, and his smile widened a fraction when he saw his wife calling.
“Hey, babe.”
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