So, here's the basic outline for this new fic:

It will only be around four to five chapters; it will only include various scenes of Neji and TenTen's parenting; yes Neji and TenTen are married; and I will only update this when I want. :P

My friend, youngquil, was giving me some major one-shot material today in Yearbook, and this was one I just decided to try. So, this whole story idea is to her credit. Love you, friend! :D

So, that's that. . . I think. If I think of anything else, I'll add it to the next few chapters.

Disclaimer: If I owned this, Neji and TenTen would be a canon couple. But obviously, M. Kishimoto hates us all. XD

Proofing.

One - Baby Proofing.

"TenTen!" came Neji's frustrated sigh.

"What?" she called from the depths of their house.

Disgruntled, Neji stomped around to find her.

He found her in the kitchen, thumbing through a catalogue containing various sorts of weaponry.

"What is this?" he asked, holding up a spiky metal ball.

TenTen barely glanced at the object.

"It's a flail," she replied shortly.(1)

"And what was it doing in the living room?"

TenTen shrugged, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

"You do remember we have a newborn?" prompted Neji, dropping the flail on the counter.

That caught her attention.

"Why, yes, Neji, I do remember something about having a child a few months ago," she said, her voice layered with sarcasm as she rolled her eyes.

"Okay, well, then we have to take care of all of our weapons! She could get them!"

TenTen sighed.

"You think a three month old baby can pick up this flail?" she said in disbelief, picking up the flail and twirling it around a bit to illustrate her point. "It weighs five pounds, Neji."

Neji shrugged, still standing in his convictions.

"Furthermore, she weighs nine pounds. Do you know someone who weighs nine pounds and is able to pick up a five pound object?"

Neji grumbled, muttering to himself.

TenTen smirked.

"I must say though, you're taking your role pretty seriously. . ." she trailed, stepping closer to him.

Neji acknowledged this with a nod but didn't reply.

She kissed him quickly, eventually setting down her flail.

Neji murmured into her ear, "Please get your weapons and put them away."

TenTen huffed out air, sounding exasperated.

"Fine," she mumbled, slowly meandering through the house to gather her weapons.

Not minutes later, however, Neji found himself face-to-face with about twenty numerous varieties of harmful and pointy objects projecting from a hallway closet.

Neji attempted to take a few deep breaths to control his anger.

Unfortunately, it didn't work out too well.

"TENTEN!"

(1) Flails can also be referred to as spiked maces.

Eh. I'm not too sure about the ending. But I can't figure how I'd rework it. :/

And I'm sorry for the shortness. I couldn't write anything else or I'd repeat myself or the plot. :O Scary thought.

So, review, if you please.