Kakashi, for some reason unknown to him, had woken up earlier than usual. He hadn't gotten up, just shifted so he could hear his daughter moving about. He'd been elated to have her back alive after so many years. It almost didn't register that it was her until he saw her mother in her. When she was born, he seen her only once, when he held her in his arms.<br/><br/>He brought his hand to his face, reliving the days after she'd been taken from him. He'd been a mess, running himself almost into the ground in his frantic search for her. It had taken multiple people to get him to calm down enough to think. By then, it had been four years since she'd been taken. It almost destroyed him to remember how bad it had been for him back then.<br/><br/>He was distracted by the smell of breakfast being brought to him. He sat up, taking the tray of food and setting it aside. Standing, he embraced his daughter, holding her tightly as to show how much he cared for her. He refirmed his promise to himself to never anything happen to her again, even though he knew she would have to face things on her own. He just wished he'd had more time to spend with her.<br/><br/>"Thanks, honey," He said, playfully ruffling up his daughter's hair with his right hand, "I appreciate you fixing breakfast for me. Did you fix something for yourself?"