A/N: Now, I know you all think that this was abandoned. Well, you were wrong. =D I was having sooooo much trouble with this epilogue. And I think I figured out why. So the epilogue has gone through a slight… revision.

Warnings: Domestic fluff, Swearing, Family schmoop, Mention of side character death (I am so sorry. It just happened while I was writing. I couldn't bring myself to take it out.). No smut.

Inspiration music: Uhm, oddly enough, I was listening to Linkin Park's album Meteora when I had the breakthrough on this. It has nothing to do with this story. Just thought it was interesting, considering this album is a big part of my life.

See the end for a sneak peak of Everything You Need. (This I have been writing, but it won't start being posted until it's at least half-done.)

Nine Years, 11 months, and 3 weeks later.

"Hitomi!"

Daddy snaps his fingers in front of my face as I scoop a spoonful of cereal into my mouth. I blink and look up at him, standing above me, his hand perched on the back of my chair. He's got that look on his face that says he's been trying to get my attention for a few minutes. I was daydreaming and didn't hear him. It happens a lot.

"Hmm?" I hum around my mouthful of rice flakes.

"Your birthday is next weekend," he sighs, as though he has only said it a million times before now. He's exaggerating. "You need to decide on colors so I can get the streamers and tablecloths for your party."

I look to Daddy Dobe, because I am absolutely positive that he has told Daddy about a million times what color streamers to get. I'm not exaggerating. But Daddy Dobe stays silent, and leaves it to me. So I swallow the cereal and look back up at Daddy.

"Pink and orange!" I pout. "Pink for me, and orange for Daddy Dobe! Duh!"

Daddy sighs again, and narrows his eyes at Daddy Dobe, who is sitting in the chair across from mine at the kitchen table, just grinning from behind his computer.

"I told you," he laughs, the lines around his eyes crinkling like they only do for me and Daddy. "Our birthdays are the same day. Having a birthday party for Hitomi will forever mean throwing a party for me, too, teme."

I'm turning seven next week. But Daddy says I'm going to be seven-going-on-sixteen; whatever that means. Daddy Dobe is turning… 30-something, I think. I don't know, and Daddy Dobe doesn't talk about it. But Daddy keeps trying to tell me that Daddy Dobe is too old for a birthday party. He won't let us throw one for him; only let's Daddy Dobe take him out to dinner, and they send me to bed early when they open a bottle of red wine and Daddy gets this look in his eye. Daddy Dobe says it's because Daddy's birthday is a really special day for the two of them. Their anniversary. He says it was "the day everything changed."

Daddy told me the story once. He said that they were best friends when they were kids, and then when they got older, they fell in love with each other. But it was a secret for a really long time. And then, ten years ago, on Daddy's birthday, it wasn't a secret anymore, and they got together. And they haven't been apart since.

Daddy and Daddy Dobe love each other a lot. They adopted me three years later. I don't know my birth mom. All I know is that she was a teenager when she had me, and she wanted a better life for me than what she could give me, so she asked Daddy and Daddy Dobe to be my parents. I'm glad she did. My Daddies wanted me more than anything, and my whole family is awesome. Granny's losing her mind, and Uncle Dei drives Daddy up a wall.

Uncle Dei is hilarious. Uncle 'Tachi told me once that when I was a baby, I would puke in his hair every time he came over. He said Uncle Dei got so mad every single time, but I would just laugh and he would turn into goo. Uncle Dei has such pretty hair. He almost looks like a girl sometimes, with how slender and pretty he is. I can see why Uncle 'Tachi likes him so much. Uncle 'Tachi is handsome, too, in an old guy sort of way. He's quiet and soft-spoken and polite, where Uncle Dei is loud and hyper and has a "short fuse," as Daddy says. I think that means he blows up a lot. If so, he's right. He gets mad real easily, but he's over it pretty quick. He's always shouting at Daddy, and Daddy's face just gets red and he sits with his arms crossed over his chest and one leg over the other.

Daddy Dobe says I got that from him. I think he means when I pout when I don't get my way.

Daddy is sitting down in his chair now, between Daddy Dobe and me, with a cup of coffee and the newspaper. It's Sunday morning, and Daddy Dobe doesn't work today. We're going to the aquarium later; a birthday present from Daddy Dobe. We went two years ago, when I turned five, and since then I've learned everything I can about sharks. So today when we go, I'll know which sharks are which! I know a little about fish, too, so I'll probably know the names of most of the fish there, too.

Daddy says I'm really smart, and Daddy Dobe says I get that from him. Daddy just laughs at him. I don't know why; Daddy Dobe is smart. He helped me build a fort out of blankets and pillows one night, and then sat in there with me with a flashlight telling ghost stories. Daddy isn't silly like that, usually, unless Daddy Dobe teases him. That night, Daddy Dobe bullied him into the fort, and Daddy did get a little silly with us. Those nights are my favorite, because we all laugh really hard, and Daddy doesn't seem as irritated. Daddy says that work is really stressful, and that "those goddamned Hyuugas" keep stealing his clients. Daddy Dobe gets a little quiet when Daddy brings up the Hyuugas, and he told me that it's because he dated Hyuuga Neji before he and Daddy got together, so now he and his cousin are angry at Daddy. I think that's kinda stupid, though. They shouldn't be angry that Daddy Dobe is in love. They should be happy that Daddy Dobe is happy.

But that's just what I think.

I finish my cereal and thank my daddies for the meal, then jump out of my chair and take off toward my bedroom.

"Ah, ah ,ah!" Daddy reprimands. "What did you forget, young lady?"

"May I be excused, please?" I ask quickly, and Daddy smiles at me as he takes a sip of his coffee. He waves me off, and I dart up the stairs to get dressed for today. Downstairs, I hear Daddy Dobe laugh at something Daddy says, and I smile as I go into my bedroom. It's looked like this all my life; soft pink walls, with blue and purple butterflies hand-painted over my bed. Daddy Dobe is an artist. I know that people say that tattoo artists aren't real artists, but Daddy Dobe really is. Daddy must think so, too, because he let Daddy Dobe give him a tattoo, and he doesn't really like them all that much.

There's a pink dress with my favorite sparkly silver tights laid out on the bed for me to put on, so I take off my nightgown and slip the dress over my head. It falls right at my knees, and the sleeves end right above my knuckles. I tie the ribbon around my waist, and then move on to the tights. I always have a little trouble getting them on right; they're always twisted or bunched around my ankles. After struggling for a few minutes, unable to get them on the right way, I call out for Daddy. He can always get them on right, whereas Daddy Dobe can't seem to figure them out at all.

Daddy appears in my doorway in no time, then chuckles when he sees what I'm having trouble with. He kneels down in front of me and tells me to take off the tights. I step out of them, and Daddy picks them up. He scrunches them down, and then I lift up my leg. Daddy slides my foot in one side, then the other, and then together we pull them up my legs. They're on straight, and they're not bunched around the ankles. I smile and thank Daddy.

"Let me go get the comb," he says. "How do you want your hair today, love?"

"Ribbon," I tell him, and he straightens up to stride toward the closet for my hair supplies. We used to keep them in the bathroom, but Daddy Dobe takes forever in the shower, so Daddy moved the giant tub of combs and bows and hair ties and ribbons and headbands to my bedroom closet.

He pulls the same tub from the closet now, and brings it over to set it on my unmade bed. We both get up on the mattress and sit while Daddy goes through the hair stuff to find a ribbon that will match my dress. I'm sure we have one. We have bows and ribbons to match everything I wear.

"How about silver?" he asks, pulling out a satiny ribbon. "To go with your tights?"

I nod. It's a good idea. I turn my back toward Daddy and flip on the clock radio beside my bed. He pulls a comb through my long black hair to detangle it and hums along to the music on the radio. This is my favorite part of any given day; sitting on my bed with Daddy while he combs my hair and hums to music that he doesn't even know. This is when we bond.

I hum along, too; I do know this song. It's pretty – a woman singing about a broken relationship, then a man joining in for a duet. Daddy and I hum together as he slips the ribbon beneath my hair, then ties a big, floppy bow on top before sliding it a little off-center so the end of the bow sits above my ear. He nudges my shoulder to turn me around, and then I'm facing him. He smiles at me and pulls a few locks of loose curls (Daddy loves them) in front of my shoulders. Daddy turns back to the tub and retrieves a bottle of non-aerosol hairspray and spritzes some above my head to let it fall on my hair. We're both very particular about our hair, Daddy and I. He spends almost as much time on his hair every day that Daddy Dobe does in the shower. He's fluffing the ends of my hair to separate the curls, then offers me my favorite soft smile from him, when his eyes are filled with admiration and love. He doesn't even smile at Daddy Dobe like that, so I guess I'm really special to him. He tells me that I complete his life. He has the love of his life, the greatest and worst brother in the world combined, and now the most perfect daughter on the planet. I don't think I'm perfect, but I'm glad Daddy thinks so.

We shut off the clock radio and make our way to the bathroom, where I brush my teeth and Daddy Dobe is getting out his electric razor. Daddy Dobe has gotten to the point where he has to shave his face every day, or he'll have really bad stubble. And it all grows in uneven, so he looks kinda funny with facial hair. Daddy is getting out towels for him and Daddy Dobe. When they have a day off work on the same day, they like to take a shower together. I'd rather not think about why. Sex is something I know about, but thinking about my parents doing something like that just weirds me out, I guess. And it's not because their both guys. It's because, like, they're my parents. What kid would want to think about their parents doing that?

Some kids at school make fun of me for having two dads, but like Daddy Dobe says, "Fuck 'em." They don't know how great my life is. I wish every kid could have two dads. I don't really care if people make fun of me. They don't have a good reason, and they're just jealous that my hair looks fucking fabulous every day, and their dads can't even figure out how to tie a ponytail. I know I'm not supposed to use words like "fuck," but I never say it out loud, so what's the big deal?

The only thing that bothers me about the kids at school is their parents. Daddy tried to join the PTA at school last year, but some moms chased him out with words like "Faggot" and "Queer." He cried all evening, and even let Daddy Dobe order ramen from Old Man's restaurant. I beat the snot out of that mom's kid at school the next day. Daddy was upset about it and grounded me, but Daddy Dobe talked him out of it because I did it defending my family, and he says that's very honorable.

I finish brushing my teeth and head out of the bathroom to go downstairs and watch TV until they're ready to leave. There are a few good animes that play on Sundays, so I'll probably watch for an hour or so before we leave. Daddy pokes his head out of the bathroom just as I'm about to walk out of their bedroom.

"Get the pink ballet flats out of the closet to wear today," he advises me. "They'll be comfortable to walk in, and the pinks complement each other."

I nod and make my way toward the staircase, thinking once again that I have the greatest life in the world.

Ten Years Later.

Seventeen. My daughter is getting ready to turn seventeen years old. She'll be graduating high school in fucking March. This is ridiculous. It feels like just yesterday Sasuke and I were meeting her for the first time, after her biological mother gave birth to her. I loved her right from the start. Sasuke did too. I just don't know how wonderful her seventeenth birthday is going to be. We've been through so much this year. We lost Itachi in March, and then Mikoto in May. I wasn't sure for a while if Sasuke would recover. Itachi's death was bad enough, but then losing his mom two months later was just too much for him. He still drinks a lot. And we spent a lot of money paying for their funerals. The only good thing that came out of the whole ordeal was Sasuke and Deidara getting along better. They sit together some evenings drinking and talking about Itachi. Hitomi didn't handle it very well, either. She loved Itachi, and she loved her grandmother. But more than grieve, she worried about her Daddy.

Hitomi and Sasuke have an absolutely beautiful relationship. Sometimes it's like they're completely in-sync. Sasuke used to do her hair for her every morning, but she learned so much that by the time she was a teenager, she was doing her own hair alongside her dad in the bathroom mirror. Sometimes they fight over counter space or hair products, but it remains their daily bonding time. I don't know how it happened, but Hitomi has grown up to look almost like a carbon copy of Sasuke, with a woman's physique. Strangers sometimes think that she's his biological daughter. She's a real Daddy's Girl – and she has two daddies.

I was worried for a while that she was starting to not think of me as her dad anymore, because when she was twelve she stopped calling me Daddy Dobe like she had all her life. One day she sat me down and said, "I don't think I can call you Daddy Dobe anymore." And my heart sunk. Then she sighed and said, "I think I'd rather just call you Dad, if that's alright. Daddy Dobe just sounds kinda childish, ya know?" And she smirked at me just like Sasuke would do.

I grinned and hugged her and told her of course she could call me just Dad.

Hitomi is the most perfect daughter a dad could ask for. She's hella smart, and has been accepted to some Ivy League school in the States; Princeton or something like that. She wants to major in law with a minor in business so when her Daddy retires, she can take over Uchiha Corp. and oversee all legal contracts. She'll be graduating at the top of her class this year, then flying off to the US shortly after summer. Her eighteenth birthday will be the first birthday that she and I haven't spent together. It was a coincidence that she was born on my birthday, but it's been a happy coincidence for seventeen years now. We always celebrate together, and she is even planning to come home the weekend of her twentieth birthday so we can go get drinks together. We both understand that it's still a few years away, but it's been a plan for a few years now.

Hitomi doesn't have a boyfriend right now, but she's okay with that. She says that guys just complicate things, and she'd rather have her life together before getting in too deep with some guy. I think she's just nervous about having to tell another guy that when he meets her parents, he'll be meeting two dads. She's bitched to Sasuke about it and says that it's literally the only disadvantage of having two dads. Guys are terrified enough to meet a girl's dad if she only has one, and with how protective of her Sasuke and I both are, meetings with any boys that want to date our daughter must be a little frightening for said teenage boy. I understand it.

Hitomi has about a million friends at school, and has already joined a Facebook group of future Princeton students. She's already made friends with a girl on there who will be majoring in physics, and they're planning to meet for coffee once they get to campus. I've also noticed that she has been talking to a guy, an American named Greg who will also be majoring in law. He's been a little flirtatious with her, and she seems receptive. I really hope she can find a nice, smart guy to settle down with someday.

She goes to see my mom once a week; they go drink coffee at their favorite café and discuss books they've been reading. Mom's going a little off her rocker – okay, a lot off her rocker – and Hitomi gets a kick out of her eccentricities. She's acquired about five or six cats over the past few years, and Dad just chuckles about it. It's kind of funny thinking that my mom has become the crazy cat lady, but it makes sense to me for some reason.

My relationship with Sasuke is more solid that it has ever been. We've spent our entire lives in each other's company, and still the love we feel for each other just grows stronger every day. I have a bit of a beer belly now, but Sasuke still finds me desirable. We spend every anniversary with a bottle of red wine, candles, and sex until dawn. As Hitomi got older, she started banging on the wall separating our bedrooms, declaring, "Jesus Christ, I even know who's bottoming! Quit with all the goddamned noise!" When she was fifteen, she came across a box of toys and movies under our bed, and acted like she was traumatized. In response, I bought her a vibrator for Christmas that year and told her to quit bitching. Sasuke was mortified, and berated me for hours about how "Hitomi is too young for something like that!" and "How could I think that was appropriate?" I reminded him that he got his first vibrator as a gag gift from Deidara when he was fifteen, and had nearly cried when it busted for good shortly after he and I finally got together. I also asked him if he'd rather have our daughter using a toy or having sex with some guy who will just end up breaking her heart. He'd finally relented after that, but no one ever spoke openly about it again. But I do see her come home sometimes with a new pack of batteries, so I'm guessing she still has it.

I still tattoo at the shop, and when Yahiko retired, he asked me to run it. I gave Hitomi her first tattoo for her sixteenth birthday, a blue butterfly like the ones painted on her bedroom wall across the top of her foot. Konan pierced her belly-button the same year. She's been stretching her ears for a while now, and is wearing size 2 plugs. She wants to get her nose pierced after graduation, and I've already approved it. Sasuke didn't like the idea at first, thought it might not suit her face, but I assured him that if she wore a small diamond, it should look fine. Sasuke told me later in the night, while we were lying in bed, that the only way he would be okay with it is if I let him buy her a real diamond nose ring.

"She only deserves the best," he stressed.

"You just want to spoil her," I argued affectionately.

"Maybe so," he sighed in admission. "But I can't help it. She's my daughter."

And I feel the same way. I'd do anything for that kid. I'm getting her a car for graduation. She grew up around my American car obsession, and acquired it. She knows everything there is to know about a Corvette engine, and has a taste for a '67 Impala. I've been looking at prices from classic car dealerships online, and have been saving up for a few months now. With all the money the shop has been making since I took over, I get a bigger salary and will have enough for the car by the time she graduates. She doesn't want it customized at all; says that if she ever wants anything done to it, she'll damn well do it herself, and have me help. And I can't help but think that there is nothing this girl can't do. She took piano and dance lessons growing up, and now she's the president of the kendo club at school. Hitomi will never cease to amaze me.

Our lives aren't nearly perfect, but we have each other, and that's saying something.

End.

Everything You Need – sneak peak.

I didn't mean to fall in love with him. I didn't even want to fall in love with him. He was loud and obnoxious and completely not my type. But Natruto had this… this undeniable magnetism that just drew me right in. We were doomed from the start, and I knew it. He was already in love with someone else. But I fell in love with the asshole anyway. Hell, maybe I'm a masochist. That would explain a lot, actually.

Anyway, I'm getting off topic.

Naruto. He came into my life like a primal lightning storm. I had known of him, of course. His best friend was my boss. My boss, Sasuke, and I used to be drinking buddies, and he talked a lot about his best friend. The things Sasuke would say about Naruto made me think he was just some big, dumb – "clinically stupid" were the words Sasuke used – teddy bear that listened to awful music and had an addiction to porn. As the story went, Naruto had been sulking the past few weeks because Sasuke had acquired a "boyfriend." (Sasuke didn't like the term, said he preferred to "keep his options open." The guy was a bit of a slut.)

So I offered to take Naruto out on a few dates to try and make him feel better. Sasuke tried to talk me out of it.

"He can't be that bad," I'd argued. "He's probably just jealous that you're getting laid. I can make that jealousy go away."

(Okay, so Sasuke may not be the only slut here. Not the point.)

It took some persuading, but in the end, Sasuke promised he would talk to Naruto.

"He's not a fan of blind dates," he'd explained.

Apparently Naruto didn't need much convincing, because a week later, I was making my way to Naruto's favorite restaurant – owned by his father – for our first date. If I had known what I would be walking in to, meeting Naruto, I may have turned and run to save myself the heartbreak. I'm still not completely sure. I don't know what I had been expecting upon seeing this big, dumb teddy bear for the first time. But I certainly did not expect my breath to completely leave my body. Naruto was fucking gorgeous. He was big - six-foot-four at the least – and a blue-eyed blond. His spiky hair was in casual disarray, and his eyes looked like the ocean – no exaggeration. He smiled when he noticed me, the corner of his mouth turning up in a goofy, lopsided grin.

And I turned to complete goo. I never stood a chance.

A/N: Well, there you have it – the ending to Everything You Want and the beginning of Everything You Need. I hope I didn't disappoint. I have a ton of awesomeness in the works currently (even something I'm considering collaborating with someone on, so if you're interested…), and will be posting almost everything here, and even some different stuff on my AO3 account. I'm considering re-writing some of EYW, but I'll letcha know for sure later. Stay tuned.

Reviews are lovely.