"Momma, what is a va...va-guy-na?"

This was the turning point of [Name] [Last Name's] day. The day her own son asked about a vagina. But what happened was, [S.Name] found a book, a book that isn't [Name's]. It was a book full of adult content. But how did it end up in her house?

She snatched the book from her son, and flipped through the pages. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she scanned only a few words.

"Oh my goodness," she gasped. The book she held in her hands basically stole the little innocence she had left. She checked the back cover, spotting small handwriting in the bottom corner.

"Property of Kakashi Hatake." She gasped again, but this time out of disgust. "He reads this stuff?!"

"Who reads what Momma?" Her innocent little boy asked, his big eyes stared up at her in curiosity.

"Nothing honey," she says quickly. "Go play with your toys."

He huffs and crosses his arms, not moving an inch. She rolled her eyes.

He can be as stubborn as his own father, She thought as shoos away her son.

"Go! Go play!"

[S.Name] sighs, walking to his room. The mother turns on her heel and scurries to her room. [D.Name] was taking a nap, so she didn't have to worry about her daughter.

The mother snatched her phone from her bed, and dialed Kakashi's number. It rang a couple times before he answered.

"Helloo~"

"Kakashi, my son found your little book," [Name] says, holding back from yelling at him. "You better come get it or I'm burning it."

"On my way." He ended the call.

[Name] sat down on her bed and opened to the middle of the book. She read the first paragraph, and was sickened with what she read, and yet [Name] continued to read it.

"This is so bizarre."

...

Kakashi weaved through the slow traffic on his motorcycle, desperate to reach his prized possession soon. He knew that [Name] wasn't going to actually burn his favorite book, but she might rip it up. So he was surprised when he wasn't greeted with her fiery rage, instead, he was greeted with the innocent yet hate filled gaze of [S.Name].

"Why are you here?" the little boy asked.

"I need to talk to your mom," Kakashi stated, slipping pass the weak defenses of the small child.

"My mom doesn't want to talk to you."

Kakashi ignored the child, walking to [Name's] room, knocking twice.

"Come in," the mother called from the other side of the closed door. Kakashi opened the door, preparing himself to dodge any objects that'll fly towards his head.

"Um, [Name]?" The man blinked, once again surprised to see that she wasn't angry with him. [Name] was sprawled across her bed, the book she threatened to burn in front of her face.

"I can't believe you read this stuff," she mumbles, flipping the page. "It's so....smutty."

Kakashi chuckled, and closed the bedroom door. "Does that bother you?"

"No. Not really," [Name] sits up and places the book down. "But when you leave this smut ridden book in my house and my son finds it, asking what a vagina is, that's when I have a problem."

Kakashi winced when she glared at him. She was scolding him like she would do to her own children.

"I'm sorry," he apologizes. "I'm sincerely sorry."

"You're a really bad boy Kakashi." The mother places her hands on her hips, and Kakashi couldn't help but love the way she scolded him.

She's so sexy, he thought.

"Sorry," he repeats, walking towards her. When he reaches for the book, she snatched it before he could touch it.

"I'm still reading it," she says, hugging the book to her chest.

Her partner chuckles. "I have the whole series if you want to continue reading them. There's three books."

"Really?!" she gasped. She then cleared her throat, calming her excitement. "I mean, you do?"

"I do."

Amusement twinkled in his dark grey eyes. He found her interest in his pornographic book hilarious, especially when he thought she'd be appalled with him.

"So, would you like to read them?" He asks.

"Y-Yes."

"And what will you give me in exchange?" Kakashi smirks under his mask. "These are my prized possessions."

"My undying affections!" [Name] answers quickly, hoping that'll convince him.

"I thought I already had that."

She couldn't see it, but his smirk turned into a grin.

"I'll...I'll give you...um...my," she mumbles, thinking about what he'd want. But the problem was, she didn't know what he liked. Kakashi rarely gave up any information about himself, even if she pelted him with questions. "Well it depends on what you want."

"You should know what I want." His voice deepened as if he was talking from the back of his throat. Something that his past girlfriends found sexy.

That's when [Name] realized Kakashi was standing over her. His gaze full of lust as he scanned her over.

"Oh right, you're a man and you have needs," she giggled.

[Name] sighs, rolling her eyes cutely, trying to act coy. "Well I guess, I could give you my body for a week to, satisfy all your animalistic needs."

He was a man. Who was he to deny the offer of a delectable woman; especially one that's giving her body to him. [Name] couldn't contain her sweet laughter as Kakashi stared her down, mentally undressing her (and he loved what he saw underneath).

Kakashi pulled his mask down, showing off the face that could make any woman swoon. He pushes her down onto her bed, and crawled on top of her.

"Go ahead, touch me," she dismisses him playfully. The man leans down, placing a soft kiss upon her lips.

"You're so cute," he mumbles before kissing her again.

...

[S.Name] heard his mother giggle, and wondered what was so funny. The little boy trotted down the hallway leading to his mother's room, dragging a toy robot with him. Without knocking, he opened the door, gasping at what appeared before him.

There he was, the grey haired man that [S.Name] didn't bother to remember the name of; he was on top of his mommy.

"Get off of my mommy!" The boy yelled, running up to the bed and smacking Kakashi's legs.

"Huh?" The older male sat up, staring down at the boy's futile attempts to harm him.

"Oh dear," [Name] mumbled right before sitting up, nudging Kakashi off of her. "It's okay [S.Name]. Mommy's fine."

"But Momma! You have a bruise on your neck!" He points at the supposed bruise. Shocked, the mother quickly covers her neck with her hand, slightly glaring at Kakashi for giving her this "bruise". "He hurt you!! I have to tell daddy!"

The boy snatches [Name's] phone from her nightstand and rushes out the door. [Name] gasps and chases after him, only slowing down to fix her clothes.

"Honey, you don't need to call daddy! Mommy's okay," the mother tries to convince her son. "Put the phone down."

[S.Name] ignores her, heading to the bathroom and slamming the door in her face. [Name] never liked getting angry at her kids, the thought of yelling at them made her feel as if she was a terrible mother.

"Open the door," she says calmly, jiggling the door handle. Being the smart child [S.Name] is, he locked the door. He knew he was in trouble, but [S.Name] felt like he was doing the right thing to protect his family. His father deemed him the "Little man of the house" and with that title comes great responsibilities such as protecting his mom and sister. The boy felt like he was doing something right.

"It's okay mommy. Daddy will protect us from the bad man."

Panic consumed [Name] once she heard the almost silent rings of her phone, and a gruff voice saying "Hello." She shook her head and fell to her knees.

Oh god. Not him. I don't want him back in my life. She thought, conflicting emotions bubbled in her.

"Can you come back daddy?" she hears her some whimper from inside the bathroom. "Mommy brought a strange man to the house and he sleeps on your side of the bed."

"Is that so." She hears his voice. That deep voice of his that she despised. The voice that gave her chills down her spine, and honestly still does.

"He attacked mommy today and left a bruise on her. He's a bad man daddy, and I don't want him here!" [S.Name] cries. It broke her heart. Did her son hate Kakashi that much? Did it really pain him to see another man in bed with his mom?

She rested her head on the door, sighing softly. The image of him flickered into her mind. His piercing gaze that made her feel so submissive, his coarse hands that greedily grabbed at her, the emotionless way he said "I love you". He was a nightmare she never wanted to relive. She felt weak, worthless, and all around stupid around him. He always wanted to be in control. If only she knew that back when she was still considered young, wild, free and beautiful. She was a different person back then, but she grew up.

Suddenly, the door flew open and there stood the 5 year old boy, grinning ear to ear.

"Daddy's coming home!"