Hinata pays a visit.
"Sasuke-san, isn't this colour is a little - depressing, for a nursery?" She'd placed the gift on a table when no one had come to greet her, and padded upstairs in search of the house's master.
He grunted, absently, too busy staring into the dark cot. "He has her forehead" he announced to the walls, his speech the polar opposite to acknowledgement of her presence. On the bleak blanket, the child grinned toothlessly around a battered kunai.