Since his new six year old is still asleep, Madara enters the boy's room in absolute silence. In his hand he clutches a green stuffed dinosaur - the boy had been wanting it for /ages/ - and he deposits it carefully beside Sasuke. There is a fond smile, and lips are pressed to the boy's forehead. A murmur of Happy Naming.
Little Sasuke, always a light sleeper, stirs beneath that kiss. His arm curls around the stuffed dinosaur; his eyes flutter open at that whisper. "Papa," he says, voice muddled still with sleep. And then, "Stay?"