The Price of Time

by Dewhehe1

Summary:

Just my Hinata and Boruto headcanons I always think about because I'm obsessed.

or

As time passes, Hinata realizes Boruto is no longer her sweet little boy.

Notes:

Not enough Boruto and Hinata in brt Anime/Manga?! Don't worry, I got you covered!

It's a missed opportunity that we didn't get enough filler episodes in BRT anime that explore Naruhina's family dynamics. Just imagine the sweetness and domestic fluff we could have been with them as first-time parents. SP really fumbled on that one. Therefore, instead of complaining, I decided to create this fic to satisfy my cravings. Though, I still hold onto the hope that they might create something like this in the future.

Anyway, have fun reading!

Chapter 1: Here Comes The Ray Of Sunshine

Summary:

Naruto and Hinata welcomed their child into the world

Notes:

To those who have wondered what would be Boruto's birth be like, like me, then I present you this chapter.

Enjoy!

The memory of the day my son was born was still so vivid in my mind, as though it had only happened yesterday. I remember every detail, from the first hint of pain to the happiness when I finally held him in my arms. It was a long, exhausting day, and yet, in those hours, everything vanished when I looked at his big, dark blue eyes.

It was early in the morning, and Naruto had already been up, preparing our breakfast, when I suddenly felt a sudden sharp pain in my back. I tried to keep quiet, not wanting to worry him too soon. After all, I wasn’t sure if it was real or just another false alarm since it kept happening for days. But as the minutes passed, the pain intensified, and I knew this was it.

He's coming.

Taking a deep breath, I called out to him, steadying myself against the edge of the sofa where I was sitting. I groaned when felt another pain, but this time, it was starting to spread in my abdomen.

“Naruto-kun…” My voice trembled, but I managed a small, reassuring smile as he looked up from the kitchen. His expression turned quickly from confusion to concern as he looked at my state. He dropped everything he was holding, his spatula clattering onto the table as he crossed the room in an instant with his wide eyes filled with panic.

“Hinata! What’s wrong? Are you—? Is he—" His words tumbled out in a breathless rush as he crouched beside me, his hands hovering anxiously over my shoulders, not quite sure where to touch.

I nodded, squeezing his hand to calm him down as I whispered, “Yes, I think it’s time.”

Naruto’s eyes widened further as he took in my words, finally sinking in his brain what was happening. “Oh, wow. Okay. This is it. It’s happening.” He stood up quickly, running a hand through his hair, suddenly unsure of what to do with himself. “Okay, okay… um… the hospital! We need to get to the hospital!” He spun around, holding his head as he struggled to remember where everything was.

I couldn’t help but laugh softly, despite the pain, at the way his normally calm attitude had vanished.  He was frantic, racing around the room, gathering things from our packed bag, and checking on me every few seconds as if I might disappear if he looked away. “Okay, uh—hospital bag… check, um… the baby blanket! Where did I put it?” 

"Naruto-kun," I tried to interject, but he was already preoccupied. He grabbed random items, half of which weren’t even necessary, and stuffed them into our hospital bag.

“Hinata! Where’s your coat? No, wait, it’s hot outside. Okay, shoes! You need comfortable shoes!” He kept rambling, breathless, and then knelt to help me put on a pair of slippers, his hands shaking as he tried to tie the laces that didn’t even exist.

I stopped him, feeling slightly nauseated from his pacing back and forth. "I'm okay, Naruto-kun," I assured him. “It’s not like I’ll give birth in an instant. I’m still probably at 4 cm. Relax!” Yet, despite the things I told him, I could still see the worry in his eyes.

I laughed at his reaction and was supposed to tease him, but another contraction hit. I closed my eyes and moaned, leaning into the warmth of his hand.

“I’m here, Hinata. I’m right here with you,” he murmured, brushing a gentle hand over my forehead before giving it a soft kiss. I just nodded with my eyes still closed.

When it passed, Naruto helped me to my feet. His strong arms circled around my waist as he guided me outside our house.

The village was already alive in the morning light as the people began their daily routines. The smell of freshly baked bread wafted through the air from the nearby bakeshop where I usually buy. 

Naruto kept a steadying grip on me as we walked, his eyes darting around as if expecting something to happen at any moment. “You’re doing great, Hinata,” he said, his voice full of encouragement. “Just a little further to the hospital.”

The hospital wasn’t far, but Naruto kept throwing worried glances my way, occasionally muttering things like, “You okay, Hinata? Need to rest? Or should I just carry you?” Making sure I was comfortable every moment of the way as he held my hand tightly.

When we finally arrived, the medical staff was ready, guiding me to the delivery room via wheelchair. Naruto stayed by my side, his hand never leaving mine as he whispered encouragement in my ears.

Not so long and I was already lying in the hospital bed with my body, worn and completely exhausted from the hours of labor and giving birth. My every muscle ached, and my eyelids were heavy with fatigue. But at that moment, the only thing I could focus on was the high-pitched wail that echoed through the birthing room, capturing my full attention. And although the people around me were speaking, congratulating me, their voices seemed distant, mere background noise to the cry of my son, who had now become the center of my world.

That sound…

His first cry filled my entire being with so much joy and love that it nearly took my breath away, as if it was the most enchanting melody composed just for me. 

"Congratulations, Mrs. Uzumaki," the doctor’s voice finally broke through, a little clearer now. “It’s a healthy baby boy!”

I barely registered the words as the small, warm bundle was gently placed into my arms. Time itself seemed to slow. As I looked down, I saw him for the first time.

My son...

He was so tiny and so fragile. His skin was soft and rosy, as though he were made of the most fragile silk. His eyes were closed, but his face was scrunched. His little mouth opened as he let out another wail, and then, as if he sensed me, his tiny fists waved in the air, searching for me. I reached out instinctively, and when my fingers brushed his, he grasped on, his tiny hand curling around my finger, holding on with all his little strength. 

At that moment, the world outside ceased to exist. All the noise, the people, the exhaustion—they all vanished. It was just him and me, locked in a connection so deep that I could barely put it into words. It felt as though time itself was holding its breath. All I knew was that in my arms lay a part of me, a life that had grown within me, and now he was here. And all mine.

My baby…

I cannot believe that he had come from me. I had carried him and nourished him for nine months, and now here he was. It felt surreal.

"You’re finally here,” I whispered. A lump formed in my throat as I gazed down at him, his little chest rising and falling with each breath, his tiny fingers still holding onto me as if he knew I would always be there for him.

Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision as I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. The sensation of his skin against my lips was so pure, so perfect. In that instant, I knew that nothing in the world would ever matter more to me than this tiny life I held.

“Boruto.”

The name had been in my heart for some time. A name full of hope,  one I believed he would grow into. I imagined him growing strong and kind, a perfect reflection of the best parts of both me and Naruto. 

Uzumaki Boruto. It has a nice ring to it.

The more I whispered it, the more right it felt.

I glanced up through my tears to see Naruto standing beside me. His eyes were brimming with emotion, his wide smile shining through despite the tears streaming down his own cheeks. He looked exactly as he had the day we fell in love, but only now was his face red and puffy from crying.

"He’s perfect," he whispered hoarsely, leaning down to kiss my forehead. "Thank you so much, Hinata." His gratitude and love were clear in his eyes, and I felt my heart expand, knowing we were starting this new chapter of our lives together.

His hand trembled slightly as he reached out to touch Boruto’s head, as though he couldn’t believe this moment was real. "Hi there, little man. I'm your Daddy." Then, he leaned down, pressing a kiss to my forehead. 

I smiled at him, feeling the warmth of his love for me and our child. We had dreamed of this moment for so long, and now here we were— a family.

I looked down at our child once more, my heart overflowing with love. “I love you so much,” I said. He seemed to understand what I said as he opened his eyes. 

Blue eyes, much like his father.

Naruto placed his other hand on my cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear that had slipped down. His touch was tender, but his eyes, though still teary, held a fierce resolve. “Hinata,” he began, his voice full of conviction, “I promise you… and him…” He paused, swallowing hard as he looked down at Boruto, “As long as I’m alive, I’ll protect him from anything… from anyone. No matter what happens, I’ll always be there for him. That’s my vow as his father.”

His words struck something deep within me, carving themselves into my heart. I felt my tears begin to flow again, unable to stop them.

I smiled before nodding. “Of course, Naruto-kun.”

Naruto’s hand lingered on Boruto’s head for a moment longer before he gently kissed his tiny forehead. The room seemed to glow with the warmth of our love for him, for each other. At that moment, nothing else mattered—just the three of us and the future we would build together.

Chapter 2: I Saw The Glimpse of Myself

Summary:

Just Hinata admiring Baby Boruto's face and realizes that he looks like her despite having her husband's color.

Notes:

This chapter is all about some Naruhina domestic fluff with their adorable little bundle of joy, baby Boruto!

I could still remember...

Its been days since we were admitted to the hospital, and Boruto and I were finally home. Those days since I birthed him were filled with quiet wonder, surreal feelings, and sleepless night with both me and Naruto as I adjusted to our new life as parents... as a mother.

Mother... w ow, calling myself like that still doesn’t sit right with me.

Naruto had just stepped out to pick up a few necessary things, leaving the house peaceful and still, broken only by the gentle creaking of the rocking chair as I held my son close, cradling him in my arms. The sunlight seeped through the window, giving a warm glow over Boruto that seemed to magnify his delicate features.

His tiny nose, his four whiskers, his long and curvy eyelashes, and his pink, round cheeks, move with each little suckle as I breastfeed him. I couldn't help but smile as I rocked him back and forth. He is so perfect.

My gaze then drifted to his soft, spiky hair, and his dark blue eyes, and I saw Naruto in him. The same blond color, the same bright blue eyes, even as they peeked up at me in a sleepy manner. However, the more I looked at him, he looked strikingly like... me. It was like seeing a tiny version of myself, a vision that felt almost like looking into a mirror from so many years ago.

He may have my husband's color, but he looked just like me, with my own face, and my own features.

Tears gathered in the corner of my eyes, uninvited, as I traced his tiny face with my gaze. There had been so many times in my life when I hadn’t felt beautiful, times when others had made me feel small or strange for looking the way I did. I remembered how, as a child, I had often felt out of place, enduring the taunts and whispers, the teasing words that had made me question myself. For so long, I had doubted my own worth, convinced that my looks were ugly, different, and somehow wrong.

But here he was, this perfect little person, carrying parts of me in him. And in his face, I found a beauty that silenced all the hurtful voices of the past. In him, I saw the beauty of who I was.

A tear slipped down my cheek as I leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead. 

"I love you always, my sweet little Boruto."

Suddenly, Naruto’s voice rang out, filling the quiet house. “I’m home, Hinata, Boruto!” he called out. "Where are you two?"

In that instant, Boruto’s sleepy eyes fluttered open, the dark blue gaze blinking up at me as if he recognized the sound of his father’s voice. I chuckled softly to myself, knowing it was impossible. He was still so tiny, too young to recognize or respond to voices just yet.

I smiled down at him, gently brushing a finger along his cheek. “That’s your Daddy,” I murmured.

I  turned toward the doorway just as Naruto walked past, not noticing us at first, but then he suddenly paused when he caught us through his peripheral vision and stepped back with his face lighting up with a wide, happy grin as he walked toward us.

“Oh, there you two are!”

He set the paper bags down carefully on the floor beside us and leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. "I miss you, Love." Then, he turned his attention to Boruto, his smile growing even softer. “Hey, little guy. Already awake, eh?” he murmured, leaning down and placing an affectionate kiss on Boruto’s blond hair. Boruto just wiggled his arms and legs in response, still busy suckling the life out of me.

"He was almost sleeping, then he heard your loud voice." I raised my eyebrow at him.

Naruto chuckled softly at my response. He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair behind my ear before crouching down beside us with his hand on his knees. "Aren't you a Daddy's boy already?" He gave me a teasing glance.

I playfully smacked him on his arm and rested my head against his shoulder, but it seemed no effect on his perfectly toned muscle. It's my hand that got hurt instead.

"He is a Mommy’s boy, right, Boruto? You love Mommy more than Daddy." I whispered down to our son. Boruto, still suckling contentedly at my breast, let out a small, contented coo in response, his tiny hands curling into my skin.

Naruto grinned and leaned in. "It's fine by me since Daddy loves Mommy, too." His grin grew wider and gave me a peck on the lips before bringing his attention to Boruto.

Feeling my cheeks heat up, I instinctively turned my face away, trying to hide the smile and blush that had crept onto my face. Geez, Hinata! I scolded myself silently. You’re already married, you even have a child together. There’s nothing to be flustered about!

Naruto leaned in close to Boruto, twisting his face with an exaggerated, goofy expression, sticking out his tongue and pulling his eyes wide in an attempt to entertain our newborn. I couldn't help but giggle at his face

“He still can’t see you, Naruto-kun. You'll have to wait for many months,” I teased softly, shaking my head as Naruto continued his silly expressions in front of our son.

Naruto waved a dismissive hand, a playful grin on his face as he continued his funny expressions. “Just let me be,” he muttered, not bothering to stop his exaggerated face, clearly amused with himself. “He’ll recognize this face eventually.”

Just then, as if responding to all the attention, Boruto’s tiny mouth released from nursing, letting out the softest, sleepiest yawn, his little lips forming a perfect ‘o’, his face scrunching up adorably. The cute little sound that escaped him made my heart melt.

Naruto, who’d caught the yawn just in time, had to clasp his hands over his mouth to stifle his excitement. His face softened, and he let out a silent, awed squeal. “Oh, that’s cute!” he whispered, glancing at me with eyes wide as if asking for permission.

I gave him a gentle nod, though I reminded him, “Remember, no kissing his cheeks or near his mouth yet. He’s still vulnerable to bacteria and germs.”

Naruto, ever the doting father, grinned and carefully picked up one of Boruto’s tiny, bare feet instead. He brought it close, peppering it with soft, feather-light kisses, one after another.

"Alright, these little toes will do just fine," he whispered playfully, his warm breath making Boruto squirm slightly. I couldn’t help but smile, watching Naruto’s face light up with every tiny twitch and stretch Boruto made.

“See that? That’s a Daddy-approved yawn right there,” he whispered, chuckling as he watched Boruto’s eyes flutter shut again, fully content in my arms.

I stifled a laugh. “Maybe he’s just tired of watching you act so silly,” I teased, unable to resist.

Naruto looked over at me, pretending to be wounded, and let out a dramatic sigh. “Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny, Hinata,” he replied, crossing his arms with an exaggerated huff

“Alright, alright,” I relented, giggling softly. "So, what did you buy this time, hmm?"

I glanced at the three paper bags on the floor. My guts were telling me he just bought things again I hadn't asked for. I remember last time when I was still pregnant with Boruto, and Naruto had come home with a huge baby swing that took up half the living room. His excitement sometimes made him forget that Boruto was still in fact in my belly. He just reasoned out that Boruto would eventually use it, and until today, that toy swing was still in the storage room, waiting for little Boruto to grow up.

Naruto scratched the back of his neck, giving me an innocent look. “Well… I got a few essentials, like diapers and Mommy's milk and vitamins for you. Sakura-chan told me to,” he started, but his eyes shifted away, betraying him. “And maybe... a few extras. Just in case,” he added with a sheepish grin.

I sighed. "Extras?” I raised an eyebrow, amused but not surprised.

He reached into one of the bags and pulled out a tiny blue hat with bear ears and an orange one with Kurama ears. “See? Boruto needs these,” he said, looking at our son with an almost pleading expression as if Boruto might back him up on this.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Naruto-kun, I don’t think he needs more hats,” I teased, though the sight of the tiny hat with its little ears was undeniably adorable.

“Okay, but look!” Naruto reached into another bag and pulled out a tiny set of booties with matching bear ears and Kurama's on the toes. “How could I leave these behind?”

I laughed again, shaking my head. “You’re going to spoil him before he can even crawl.”

Naruto grinned, unbothered. “Good! A spoiled baby is a happy baby, right?” Then his grin softened, looking down at the tiny booties on his hands with a faraway expression. “You still remember, Hinata… when I was little, I had nothing. No parents, no money. I barely even had my own food to eat,” he said, his voice calmer now. “All the things I wanted... the toys, the clothes, the little comforts other kids had. Those were out of reach. Sometimes, even just having someone there… well, it felt like too much to hope for.”

A pang of guilt washed over me as I listened, remembering the past. I remembered watching Naruto from a distance back then, wanting so much to step forward, to reach out, to offer him even a fraction of the support he needed. But I hadn’t. I let my shyness and insecurities hold me back, simply hoping he’d find the comfort he deserved, even if it wasn’t from me.

I looked down, ashamed of the times I’d stayed hidden in the background while the villagers had looked at him with disdain and fear, treating him as if he were something to be feared. He was just a child back then, carrying such heavy burdens alone. And all I had to give was nothing from afar.

Naruto’s hand slipped under my chin, tilting my face back up to meet his warm, loving blue eyes. “But then, you told me you were pregnant,” he continued. "I promised myself right then and there that I would give this child everything. That he’d never feel alone, or like he was missing anything. Whatever Boruto wants, whatever he needs... I’ll do anything to make sure he has it.”

He looked down at Boruto, brushing his soft hair. “Even if it means giving him the whole world,” he added softly with a smile. 

I reached for his hand, squeezing it tightly. “You’re already giving him more than you realize, Naruto-kun. He’s lucky to have you as his dad.” He smiled, his thumb brushing soothingly over my skin.

"You'll gonna regret this one day." 

"Nah, not gonna happen," he said, his grin widening as he looked from me to our sleeping son. “Spoiling you two is my life’s purpose now. No regrets.”

I laughed, rolling my eyes. “I doubt it."

 

Four years later, and yes he did.

Naruto found himself staring down at a pint-sized version of himself, hands on his hips and a fierce pout on his face.

“Dad, you said you’d get me that new action figure and the new game today!” Boruto’s blue eyes widened into the perfect puppy-dog look, making it nearly impossible to say no.

Naruto’s sigh was half-resigned, half-amused. “I really should’ve listened to your mom about the spoiling thing,” he muttered, scratching the back of his head as he dug into his wallet. He glanced over at me with a hopeful, slightly pleading look, he seemed to silently ask for backup.

I just crossed my arms and smirked, giving him a playful, “I told you so.”

Notes:

I hope you enjoy this soft and fluffy chapter. Let me know what you think in the comments🥰

Chapter 3: Daddy's Here

Summary:

It's time for Boruto's vaccination, and Papa Naruto is not taking the situation very well.

Notes:

I know this fic was supposed to focus on Boruto and Hinata, but I couldn't stop myself from wondering how Naruto would react when his son was hurting.

Time passed so fast before I even realized it. Boruto grew from a tiny, cute baby into a chubby, heavy six-month-old who kept us on our toes every moment. Every day, he seemed to change just a little. His soft cheeks rounded into adorable plumpness, his curious eyes becoming brighter with every new thing he saw, especially when he saw me, and his shrieks became intolerable. I still love my little boy, regardless.

Today was Boruto's vaccination, and though I tried to stay calm, I couldn’t help but feel slightly nervous. I'm still protective of my baby. As a first-time mother, it was hard not to worry. No matter how small the procedure, my heart still aches at the thought of my baby being in pain, even if I knew it was for his own good. However, I knew my anxiousness was nothing compared to what my husband was going through.

For days leading up to the appointment, he’d been fretting over every detail, talking himself into and out of reasons why it might be best to delay the vaccine. But this morning, as I watched him trying to keep Boruto entertained with a frog-stuffed toy while he triple-checked the diaper bag, it was clear that no amount of mental preparation could calm him.

“Are we really sure we have to do this today, Hinata?” he asked for probably the fifth time that morning, adjusting Boruto in his arms. “I mean, can’t we wait a little longer? Maybe just until he’s a little… bigger or older?”

I laughed softly, coming over and brushing Boruto’s fine blond hair back. “Naruto-kun, he’s perfectly ready for his vaccine. It’ll help protect him. We’ve talked about this.”

Naruto’s eyes softened as he looked down at Boruto, who was babbling happily, reaching up to pat Naruto’s face. He grinned, but then he looked back at me with a slightly hopeless expression. "Will it hurt our baby?"

I tried to stifle my laughter, not wanting to make him any more tense than he already was. As endearing as it was to see him so worked up, I didn’t want to add to his anxiety.

"Of course it will." His face became blank. “But it’s just a tiny pinch. Also, he won't remember it. Relax." I gave him a soft smile, letting my hand rest on his cheek, my thumb brushing gently over the familiar lines on his face. 

"That is not helping, Hinata."

I laughed, shaking my head as I gathered our things. “Naruto-kun, it’ll be over in just a few minutes. It’s really not a big deal. Besides, don’t you want to make sure he stays safe and healthy?” He let out a reluctant sigh, nodding, though it seemed to take all of his strength to agree. "Then, it's settled then."

When we arrived at the hospital, Naruto was a complete wreck!

He kept glancing down at Boruto, who was peacefully breastfeeding in my arms, adjusting his tiny cap every few seconds and carefully tucking and retucking the blanket around him, unsure how to keep him 'comfortable' for what was about to happen. He would also occasionally glance anxiously at the door leading into the doctor’s office as if he’d rather face a hundred rogue shinobi than walk through that door with our little boy.

"Uzumaki... Uzumaki Boruto." We raised our heads in unison.

Finally, our turn was called by a nurse. 

Naruto froze for a moment, eyes wide, before he seemed to take a deep breath, trying to muster the courage. Slowly, took our son in my arms so he could carry him into the room himself. As he adjusted Boruto in his arms, he planted a soft kiss on his little temple, his lips trembling as he whispered, "It’s okay."

As we walked into the room, the pediatric doctor, a kind-faced woman with gentle eyes, greeted us with a warm smile. She had a way about her that immediately put people at ease, maybe except for my husband.

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Uzumaki. I'm Dr. Aki. It's nice to meet you," she greeted. "Why don't you both take a seat?" She gestured towards the chair.

She began explaining the process of the vaccinations, listing off the names of the diseases they would protect Boruto from. Still, Naruto's gaze remained fixed on Boruto, playing with his thumb as he listened.

After the explanation, Dr. Aki carefully took Boruto from Naruto’s arms and laid him down on the baby weight scale. The moment he was placed on the cold surface, Boruto looked up at the new face before him with wide, innocent eyes. His little hands flailed in the air, and he cooed and gurgled.

Dr. Aki chuckled softly, clearly taken by Boruto's cheerfulness. "What a big baby you have here, Mr. and Mrs. Uzumaki."

Naruto’s face softened slightly at the doctor's praise. "Yeah, he’s a big eater, too," he muttered, tickling Boruto under his arms. The boy just gave us a cheeky smile.

I couldn’t help but agree, smiling as I watched our son happily babble in the doctor’s hands. Big eater was an understatement, after all. From the very first day, Boruto had been draining me dry, eating like he was trying to make up for lost time.

After getting his weight, Dr. Aki gently lifted Boruto from the scale and handed him back to Naruto, who immediately held him close, cradling him with the utmost care. She gave Boruto a gentle pitch on his cheek before going back to her desk, and my heart almost dropped when she pulled out the syringe. The sight of the cold metal glinting in her hand, along with the clear liquid inside made me want to run away with Boruto. Now, I kinda understand my husband.

Naruto saw it, too, and his expression instantly shifted from before. His eyes widened in disbelief and turned to the doctor with a baffled expression as if she were holding a kunai for our son.

“That thing is huge! You didn’t say it would be that big, Doctor!” He looked more worried and nervous than earlier as he held Boruto closed in his arms, cupping the back of his head protectively.

Dr. Aki gave Naruto a reassuring smile. "You have nothing to worry about, Mr. Uzumaki. It's just a tiny pinch, and the procedure will just take a while." She held the syringe in her hand, ready to prick Boruto's chubby legs.

"But that will hurt my son, Doctor!"

My face flushed with embarrassment, and I shot him a look. Dr. Aki was just trying to do her job.

"Naruto-kun," I scolded, but he just gave me a side-eye.

Dr. Aki, thankfully, didn’t seem offended. She just chuckled, giving Naruto a patient smile. She placed the syringe back to her desk."Why don't you tell your Daddy not to worry, hmm?" Dr. Aki said to Boruto while wiggling his hands with her fingers. "Since you're braver than he is."

Boruto just giggled while his tiny hand held her, completely unbothered. His mouth formed into an O as if he was trying to talk to his pediatrician. 

Seeing Naruto’s still anxious expression, I decided it might be best to take Boruto myself. "You know what? I'll hold Boruto, Naruto-kun." I tried to snatch our son out of his arms, but he wouldn't let me.

"No, I'll hold him." He looked at the doctor and presented our son's chubby legs. "Do what you have to do, Doctor. And please, make it as quick as possible," he begged.

The doctor gave a patient smile and nodded, taking a cotton swab and gently dabbing Boruto’s thigh with alcohol. She positioned the syringe, ready to give the quick prick. But just as she was about to press it to Boruto’s skin, Naruto suddenly pulled back, cradling Boruto closer.

"Wait, wait, wait... Hold on..." He said, looking more nervous than Boruto, whose only reaction was to wave his tiny fists around.

“Naruto-kun,” I murmured. “we’re not the only patients Dr. Aki has today.” I glanced apologetically at the doctor, who just smiled in understanding.

“It’s alright, Mrs. Uzumaki. This is pretty normal for first-time parents,” she said kindly. She waited calmly, syringe in hand, as Naruto took another deep, shaky breath.

“Right… right. We got this, bud,” Naruto muttered, gathering his courage once again. With a final nod, he gently adjusted Boruto’s position and held him still, finally ready to let the doctor proceed.

The doctor worked quickly, and the shot was given before we knew it. Boruto’s little face scrunched up in confusion and pain, his cheeks turning pink as he let out a loud, aggrieved wail, his tiny fists clenched tightly. He looked up at Naruto with wide, tear-filled eyes as if wondering why his father hadn’t protected him.

“Oh no, Boruto, I’m so sorry! Shhh. I'm sorry, baby.” Naruto’s voice cracked as he rocked Boruto in his arms, his face softening with guilt as he buried his face into Boruto’s chubby cheek with a teary eyes? Naruto was crying?

“It’s okay, it’s okay… Daddy's here, alright? It’s over now,” he murmured.

"Are you crying?" I couldn't help but ask, trying to suppress a chuckle.

Naruto’s lower lip quivered as he held Boruto close, swaying slightly to soothe him. “Of course, Hinata!” he replied. He pressed a kiss to Boruto’s forehead, his eyes glistening. “Wouldn’t you be upset, too?”

I admit it broke my heart a little hearing my baby cry, but I knew this was for him. I leaned in to give him a gentle kiss on the forehead, hoping to reassure him that Mommy was here. At the same time, I brushed my fingers through Naruto’s hair, offering him a comforting touch as well. My poor husband looked as devastated as our baby! 

I gave him a sheepish smile. “You’d think he was the one who got pricked,” I said, giving him a gentle nudge. 

Naruto, still cradling Boruto close and pressing soft kisses to his head, looked up at me with a slightly indignant pout. "Quit teasing me, Hon," he muttered, brushing a tear off his own cheek before huffing, “and I’d take a hundred needles if it meant he didn’t have to.” Aww..

Dr. Aki chuckled as she set about to do her aftercare routine. “It’s not uncommon for protective parents to worry, but I have to say, this is the first time I’ve seen a daddy shedding tears for his little one over a shot!”

I just gave her a thin smile.

Great... Now I had to deal with two babies crying.

Notes:

Writing this chapter was an absolute joy! There's just something so comforting and hilarious about emotionally scarred Papa Naruto, and I'm loving it (I hope we can see it in the anime soon).

I hope this chapter gave you all the warm fuzzies (and maybe a few good laughs)! Thank you so much for reading! 💕

Chapter 4: Tickle Assault

Summary:

Naruto and Boruto decided to launch a tickle attack on Hinata!

Notes:

More Naruhina and little Boruto coming in!

Blinking through the haze of my memories, I can still feel the warmth of the sun streaming through the sliding door of our living room, mingling with the sound of Boruto’s laughter. So full of life. At three years old, Boruto was always on the move and never stayed still for a few seconds. His tiny feet pattered against the wooden floors and his laughter bounced off the walls as he stumbled and giggled as he ran through the house.

His blue eyes sparkled in excitement every time the sun shone on him. He had this wild, untamable joy that could brighten even the dullest of days, a light that seemed to radiate from him effortlessly.

“Slow down, Boruto!” I called out from the kitchen, peeking through the bar counter just in time to see him dash past yet again with his arms outstretched like tiny airplane wings.

My heart raced with the familiar worry that he might trip again, but of course, he didn’t listen. He never did, especially not when he was in his own little world. Still, I couldn’t help but laugh. I wiped my hands on a towel, pausing from my cooking to just watch him for a moment, soaking in the happiness that filled our home.

In the living room, Naruto sat at the coffee table with scrolls spread out in front of him as he tried to focus on some work. But Boruto’s laughter was too much to ignore, and I saw the way his attention drifting away from his work to follow Boruto's every move with soft eyes and pure love, the same way he looked at him from the moment he was born.

‘A happy family that I always dreamt about,’ I remembered him saying it to me one night as we watched little Boruto take his first night in our home.

"Look at that". He leaned back in his chair, resting his chin on his hand as he watched Boruto run circles around the living room. "Got Mommy's behavior, eh?" he glanced at me with a teasing smile.

I rolled my eyes, though a smile tugged at my lips. “Me? He’s your son through and through, Naruto-kun. Don’t even try to pin this one on me,” I said with a laugh, shaking my head as I sank into the opposite sofa, joining him in following Boruto.

Boruto had inherited so many of Naruto’s traits—his energy, his features, everything! It was impossible not to see Naruto in every little thing he did. My only contribution was Boruto’s delicate and refined features, which is unfair, considering that I was the one who carried him for NINE MONTHS!

Naruto laughed, clearly enjoying my annoyed face. But before he could say anything else, his attention shifted when Boruto shouted his name and launched himself into his arms.

“Daddy!!”

"Oh!" Naruto caught him with a grunt, pretending that Boruto’s small body was heavier than it really was. "Whoa there, buddy! You're getting heavier day by day!" he exclaimed, ruffling the mop of blonde hair that mirrored his own.

Boruto beamed at his father's praise, puffing out his chest and flexing his tiny arms. “Of course! Also, I’m wayyy moreee stronger than you, Daddy!” he’d declare boldly.

Naruto grinned. “Oh, really? Let’s see if you can prove it. Go show Mommy just how strong you are!” he suggested as he gestured toward me.

My smile quickly disappeared, realizing exactly where this was going. This moron! He was up to no good, and I should have known it. 

“Naruto-kun, don’t you dare—”

Too late! I barely had time to react, and before I could finish, Boruto was already charging at me at full speed, with his little legs carrying him across the room in seconds. He collided with me, his weight sending me toppling back onto the sofa. Before I could get even mad about his trick, his laughter erupted, and later on, I couldn’t help but join in. It was impossible to be mad when his giggles were so infectious.

“Gotcha, Mommy!” Boruto crowed triumphantly, wrapping his small arms around me as though he’d just conquered the world.

“Oh, you got me, did you?” I teased, reaching up to pinch his soft, chubby cheeks. “Testing Mommy’s strength, huh? You’re lucky you’re so cute!"

From the corner of my eye, I saw Naruto chuckling, clearly pleased with himself for orchestrating the whole thing. “Oh no,” I heard him whisper when he saw me glaring at him. His laughter abruptly stopped, knowing exactly what was coming next.

A mischievous smirk spread across my face, and without a warning, I pounced on Boruto, launching a full-scale tickle attack. His shrieks of laughter filled the room, his tiny body wiggling and squirming beneath my hands as he tried in vain to escape. But, of course, he never did.

“Ahahaha! Nooo, Mommyyy!” Boruto gasped, twisting and turning as his laughter became breathless.

I laughed maniacally, enjoying my little victory. “That’s why you should never mess with Mommy!!” I declared victoriously, my own laughter mixing with his as I continued tickling him.

“Stooopppp, Mommyyy, pleeeaseee!” Boruto begged between giggles, his little arms flailing in an attempt to block me, but he failed to do so. “Daddyyy, help meee!”

Naruto, lounging on the sidelines like the instigator he was, chuckled but made no move to intervene. 

“Oh, Daddy’s too scared to help you,” I teased, shooting a playful glance in Naruto’s direction.

That was all the invitation Naruto needed. His smirk widened, and before I could even brace myself, I felt a sudden tickle at my side.

“Naruto-kun!” I shrieked like a dying pig, my body jerking away in surprise as I tried to flee, but it was too late. Naruto had joined the fight with his hands, expertly finding all my most ticklish spots. Laughter spilled from my lips as I tried to fend him off, but I was no match for him.

“Who told you I was scared, huh?” Naruto teased with a smug as he kept his attack. 

“Okay, okay! I give up! Honey, stoooppp!!” I gasped, tears of laughter streaming down my face as I flailed in an attempt to fend him off.

Seeing me pinned down and utterly helpless, Boruto couldn’t resist joining in. “Let’s get her, Daddy!” he declared, jumping in with his tiny hands, adding to the tickling frenzy.

The three of us tumbled onto the floor in a chaotic pile, Boruto giggling uncontrollably as he worked alongside his dad to “defeat” me. While Naruto’s laughter was deep and warm, mingling with Boruto’s high-pitched giggles and my breathless squeals.

Finally, we lay there on the floor, tangled together in a mess of arms and legs, catching our breath as the last traces of giggles bubbled up between us. Boruto rested his head on my chest, his golden hair tousled and damp with sweat, while Naruto lay beside us, his hand resting gently on my shoulder.

As I looked at them, at the love shining in their eyes and the smiles on their faces, I felt my heart swell with a sense of completeness. This was exactly what I had always dreamed of.

A happy family.

My family.

And in that moment, I knew I had everything I ever needed.

Notes:

Kudos and comments are much appreciated!

Chapter 5: A New Member?!

Summary:

Naruto and Hinata announce to Boruto that he will be a big brother.

The moments we shared always seemed to slip away too quickly, like grains of sand through my fingers. One moment, Boruto was just a tiny boy clinging to me with his chubby hand, and the next, he was already five years old—bold and brimming with confidence. Time was a thief, stealing little pieces of his childhood while I blinked.

The gentle hum of the evening settled over our household as the last ray of sunshine painted the sky with a brightly colored pink and orange. Inside the living room, Boruto sat cross-leg on the wooden floor with his tongue poking out in concentration as he carefully snapped together pieces of a new Kagemasa-themed puzzle I had just bought last week. I remember him telling me it was his favorite show, so I couldn't help myself to buy him one.

Sitting on the single sofa, I glanced at Naruto, who gave me a reassuring nod. I smiled, resting my hand on my still-flat belly, and took a slow breath. This is the moment we've been waiting for—a milestone not just for us as parents but for our little family.

Naruto placed his empty glass on the dinner table and flopped onto the wooden floor with Boruto. “Hey, kiddo,” he began, ruffling Boruto’s hair. “What’s got you so focused over here? Planning to outsmart your old man with that puzzle, eh?”

Boruto looked up with a bored expression and pushed his father's hand away. I don’t need a puzzle to do that, Daddy. You’re pretty easy to outsmart,” he quipped and smirked before going back to his task.

“Hey now, watch it,” Naruto said with a playful pout, pretending to look offended. “Your old man’s still the Hero of the Leaf, you know. Gotta show some respect!”

Boruto barely looked up from his puzzle, rolling his eyes in the way only a child could. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

I laughed softly with their banter as I joined them on the floor, sitting down beside Boruto. 

"Boruto," I said softly. He paused with his work, and his attention was fully on me now.

I reached out and placed my hand lightly on his knee, glancing at Naruto beside me. Naruto met my gaze, his grin melting into a quiet, supportive smile as he gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. His strength steadied me, and I turned back to Boruto, ready to share the news.

"Daddy and I have something important to tell you."

Boruto tilted his head. “Important?” he echoed, setting down the puzzle piece in his hand. His little brows furrowed.

I hesitated for a moment, the words caught in my throat. A part of me was worried that he might interpret this news negatively, believing that his parents were unhappy with him as their only child and wanted to have another. I want to do everything I can to prevent him from feeling this way.

“Wait, did you get me a new toy? Because that would be totally awesome!”

I chucked and placed my hand on my belly. " No, not toys. You have tons of that." I gave him a serious look, and he just chuckled. "Anyway..." I took a steadying breath. “Daddy and I love you so much, Boruto... more than anything in the whole world. You’re the most amazing little boy, and we couldn’t be happier with you."

Boruto blinked at me, his expression unreadable but focused like he was trying to make sense of where this was going.

I glanced at Naruto again, and he gave me a small nod. I turned back to Boruto, offering him the warmest smile I could manage. “You’re going to be a big brother." There! I finally said it.

His eyes widened instantly, and he blinked in surprise, processing the words. “A big brother?” He pointed at himself. "Me?" he whispered.

Naruto jumped in, grinning as he ruffled Boruto’s hair. “That’s right, buddy! There’s a baby growing in Mommy’s tummy right now.” Naruto gestured dramatically at me as if presenting a spectacle show to the crows. I blushed.

Boruto’s jaw dropped, and he stared at my belly as though expecting the baby to make an appearance then and there. For a long moment, he stayed silent, his wide blue eyes shifting between me and Naruto. My heart thudded in the quiet as nerves crept back in.

But then, a grin slowly spread across his face, and the sparkle returned to his eyes. “No way!” he finally exclaimed, his voice filled with amazement. “There’s really a baby in there? Like, for real?"

I breathe a sigh of relief with his reaction. I'm glad he's not mad.

I nodded. "Yes! You'll have a little brother and sister soon!"

"Whoa! That's so cool!" He puffed out his chest proudly. “I’ll teach them everything! He paused, a devilish grin spreading across his face. “Oh, man, we could even team up to prank you, Daddy!"

“Hey, hey, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Naruto said, feigning alarm. “I’m starting to regret this already.”

I shook my head with a laugh. "Boruto, being a big brother is a biiiggg responsibility. Your little sibling will look up to you and rely on you for a lot of things. You’ll have to show them how to be kind and strong, just like you are.”

Boruto nodded earnestly. “I can do that, Mom. I’ll be the best big brother ever!” He paused, then added with a grin, “But does this mean I can boss them around sometimes?”

This time, I burst out laughing, while Naruto on my side just scratched his nape as if saying, Oh, god. This kid is something else.

"No, you can't do that!" Naruto exclaimed.

Boruto giggled at the thought, then turned to me, his eyes shining. “So when’s the baby coming? Is it gonna take a long time?”

I smiled softly, my hand resting protectively over my belly. “It will take a few more months." I showed him my nine fingers.

His eyes widened, and his mouth formed a perfect little o. "Whoa... that's a lot of months, Mommy."

Naruto grinned, pulling Boruto into a side hug. "That’s right! Plenty of time for you to practice changing diapers, so you’ll be a pro by the time your sibling gets here!” he teased, ruffling Boruto’s hair with a mischievous chuckle.

Boruto's face dropped. He froze with his face twisting into an expression of pure horror. “Ewwwww, Daddy! I’m not touching any stinky diapers!” he yelled, his hands flailing in protest. Without another word, he bolted from the room, his footsteps echoing down the hallway. “I’m never changing diapers! Never, ever, EVER!” his voice rang out.

Naruto burst out laughing, doubling over as he clutched his stomach. “Did you see his face?” he wheezed. “I think I broke him! Oh man, that was priceless!”

My eyes narrowed, glaring at him with like a piercing kunai. He caught the look mid-chuckle and immediately sobered up, straightening like a schoolboy caught misbehaving.

“Sorry,” he mumbled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head as he looked down.

I sighed. "Good Lord," I muttered under my breath. “Naruto-kun, you’re more childish than Boruto sometimes.”

Naruto gave her an apologetic grin, inching closer before hugging me. "Won't do it again... I promise." He gave me a pout.

Notes:

Yes, I made Boruto five years older than Himawari because I wanted to lol. But honestly, the age gap just suited them more.

Chapter 6: Goodbyes

Summary:

Hinata and Boruto bid their goodbyes to Naruto before heading off on another mission.

Notes:

More domestic fluff and minor angst coming in!

Seven months seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. One moment, I was just announcing my pregnancy to my son, and before I knew it, I was almost on my due date. Time had moved both too quickly and yet so preciously, as though time itself was in a hurry to move forward, leaving me longing to hold onto these moments a little longer. Sadly, I cannot.

That evening, the sun dipped low, bathing the village in a warm, golden glow. We stood outside our home, waving Naruto off on yet another mission. A gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, carrying the familiar scent of the village I loved so dearly. Yet, even with the sun's comforting warmth, a familiar heaviness settled in my chest. Goodbyes never got easier, not when it was someone you loved so deeply.

Naruto, ever the attentive husband, seemed to sense my sadness. He placed a hand tenderly over my rounded belly, his lips curled into a soft, loving smile, as his gaze flickered between Boruto, our unborn child, and, lastly, to me with an apologetic one.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, placing his forehead into mine. "I'll be back as soon as I can. I promise."

"I understand, Naruto-kun," I whispered back, holding his cheeks with both hands.

"I'm gonna miss you three," His thumb stroked a gentle circle over my belly. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to my nose—a familiar gesture that had always made me feel safe and smile. And I did smile despite the lump forming in my throat.

Resting my hand over his, I let the warmth of his touch ground me. “We’ll be fine here, Naruto-kun,” I reassured him, infusing my voice with as much enthusiasm as I could muster. I knew the waiting would be hard, but I had no choice. “We’ll be waiting for you.”

He studied me for a moment as if committing every detail of my face to memory. Slowly, he leaned in again, this time capturing my lips in a loving kiss that reminded me of his love only for me. When he pulled away, he smiled faintly. “If there’s anything you need, or if someone bothers you while I’m gone, just let the ANBU know. They’ll protect you three.”

I nodded, grateful for the reassurance, though it didn’t make the goodbye any easier. Since my second pregnancy, I’d noticed how much harder it had become for me to watch Naruto leave on missions. I’d grown more emotional, more clingy than I cared to admit, which was weird since I hadn't experienced things like this when I was pregnant with my first.

I tried to hold onto my composure, knowing how important his duty was. The village needed him, and as much as it hurt, I had to let him go in the meantime. But even as I smiled, my heart tugged painfully. His love for us was undeniable, clear in every word and every touch. Still, the ache of having him away couldn't be contained.

Naruto must have noticed the faint tremble in my hand because his smile softened further. “Hey,” he murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. "Don't cry, Hinata. I hate when I see you cry." He reached over my eyes and wiped the falling tears I hadn't noticed.

I let out a small laugh, more at myself than anything. “I know, Naruto-kun. I just… I think this pregnancy has made me a little more emotional than usual. It’s like every time you leave, the world feels a little colder.”

He pulled me into his arms, enveloping me in a tight and warm embrace, and rested his chin lightly on the top of my head. "I love you... so much," he said softly.

I closed my eyes, breathing him in, letting the moment linger before the inevitable goodbye, and nodded.

After our emotional hug, he crouched down to Boruto’s level. Our little boy, determined to be brave, stood tall with his wooden katana clutched tightly in his small hands. His chin was lifted and with a fierce expression, as if trying to mirror his father.

Our little boy was standing tall with a wooden katana in hand, trying to look brave and strong for his father's departure.

Naruto chuckled, reaching out to tickle Boruto under the arms, breaking his serious stance. Boruto erupted into laughter, squirming and giggling as he tried to escape his father’s playful grasp.

“I’m gonna miss this smelly fella right here, too!” he teased, laughing as he finally let Boruto go.

Boruto stumbled back a few steps, still laughing but quickly regaining his composure. Puffing out his small chest, he raised his wooden katana high. “Don’t worry, Daddy! I’ll protect Mommy and Hima while you’re gone!” he declared boldly, full of confidence.

I couldn’t help but smile. My heart swelled at the sight of them. Boruto was so much like Naruto—bold, determined, and already carrying a sense of responsibility far beyond his years. Now, watching the two of them together reminded me of how much Boruto looked up to his father, and it filled me with both pride and a hint of fear.  He was growing up too fast.  As selfish as it was, I wanted him to stay my little boy forever.

Naruto laughed softly and reached out to ruffle Boruto’s messy blond hair, the same tousled hair that had made me fall in love with Naruto years ago. “I know, buddy. I’m counting on you,” he said warmly, his voice brimming with pride.

Naruto straightened, his eyes meeting mine one last time. He stepped into my embrace, holding me close as I rested my head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. I wished, just for a moment, that time would stop, that we could stay locked in this warmth forever. But the world kept spinning, and I knew he had to go.

“I love you, too,” I whispered, my arms tightening around him.

With that, he stepped back, his gaze lingering on us for a heartbeat longer before he turned and disappeared into the setting sun. Boruto and I stood together, watching until he was nothing more than a shadow on the horizon.

I felt Boruto’s small hand slip into mine, and I squeezed it gently. When I looked down, he glanced up at me, his big blue eyes shining with unspilled tears and sadness. As much as he tried to be brave like the very good boy he is, I knew he missed Naruto the moment he disappeared from our sight.

“It’s okay to miss him,” I said softly, crouching to his level, struggling. "I will miss him, too."

Boruto nodded slowly, his bottom lip trembling ever so slightly before he managed a small smile.  I pulled him into a hug, pressing a kiss to his temple. 

“We’ll be alright,” I whispered, though it felt like I was reassuring myself as much as Boruto.

Notes:

Just a short update this time since I’ve been swamped with school lately, but I couldn’t wait to share this little piece with you all. Let me know what you think. I’d love to hear your thoughts! 😊

Chapter 7: Snuggled In The Middle Of The Storm

Summary:

Awakened by the storm, Hinata instinctively went to comfort Boruto from the thunder.

Notes:

More Hinata and Boruto for the people at the back!

I was wrapped in the comfort of my blanket, fast asleep, with my hand resting gently over my belly. Sleep had grown lighter since I entered the third trimester of pregnancy, every sound or shift waking me easily. So when a loud, sharp crack pierced the silence of the night, my eyes fluttered open instantly.

Blinking into the darkness of my room, I felt my heart race as I listened intently, trying to make sense of the disturbance. For a moment, I wondered if there was an intruder. But then, another low rumble of thunder rolled through, followed by the echoing crash of rain against the house.

My breath caught as a sudden gust of wind pushed the bedroom window open with a loud bang. The icy breeze swept through the room, sending the curtains flying wildly while cold rain splashed onto the wooden floor. Shivering, I wrapped my arms around myself, drawing my blanket tighter.

I exhaled deeply, a mix of relief and annoyance. Just a storm.

“It’s alright, little one,” I murmured softly, my hand moving to rub my belly in a soothing motion. A faint kick answered me, and I smiled despite the chill in the air.

Rising from the bed, I pulled on my robe, its warm fabric providing some comfort against the cold. With careful steps, I crossed the room to the window with the wind tugging at my hair.  With effort, I pushed it shut, locking it against the howling storm outside. A flash of lightning illuminated the village, and I caught a glimpse of the state outside.

As I latched the window securely, Boruto’s name crossed my mind. He had always been sensitive to loud noises, thunderstorms especially. I began to worry.

“Let’s check on your onii-chan, okay? He must be scared,” I whispered softly, giving my belly a reassuring pat. Padding down the dimly lit hallway, the floorboards creaked beneath my feet as thunder rumbled again, shaking the house.

Boruto’s door was just ahead, slightly opened. Gently, I pushed it open and stepped inside, finding him curled up under his covers with his small frame shaking slightly as muffled sniffles reached my ears. The moment he saw me, he bolted upright, his wide blue eyes glistening with fear.

“Mommy!!” he exclaimed in relief.

“It’s okay, sweetboy.” I said softly, crossing the room to sit beside him. I smoothed his messy hair back, wrapping my arms around him. His small body leaned into mine, seeking comfort. “It’s just a storm. Mommy’s here.”

“I’m scared, Mommy. Can you stay with me?” his voice trembled.

“Of course,” I replied without hesitation, slipping under the blanket and pulling it snugly around both of us. “I’ll stay right here until the storm passes.”

As another crack of thunder roared outside, Boruto flinched, burying his face in my chest, seeking refuge. I tightened my embrace, resting my cheek against the top of his head. His familiar scent of shampoo

“Just focus on my voice, okay? Let’s talk about something fun. What do you want to do when the rain stops?” I diverted his attention.

Boruto peeked up at me, his voice muffled against my robe. “I wanna play in the puddles!” I smiled at his excitement, grateful that he was easily distracted.

“Playing in the puddles sounds perfect! We can splash around and have a race, just like last time!” I urged him, letting him imagine the two of us jumping from puddle to puddle as we laughed uncountably.

His eyes lit up as a small smile tugged at his lips through the fear that had clouded him just a while ago. “And we can catch frogs too!” I can see in his eyes, picturing the two of us with all the fun we would have.

I gasped dramatically, my eyes widening in fake horror. “A what? Aren’t frogs so slimy? Ewww!” I made a face of exaggerated disgust, scrunching up my nose, and he erupted into laughter

“They’re not slimy! They’re cute! And they can jump really high!” He gestured enthusiastically with his hands. “We’ll be frog catchers!”

“Frog catchers, huh?” I chuckled, shaking my head playfully. “Alright, but only if I can wear gloves. I would not DARE touch anything slimy!”

Boruto giggled again, his fear finally melting away. “You’re going to look so funny in gloves and a net, Mommy.” He leaned back, clutching his sides as if he were imagining the ridiculous sight of me tiptoeing around the garden, net in hand.

“Only because I have to protect my precious hands!” I teased, ruffling his hair affectionately. “Can you imagine I will hug your Daddy when he gets home with my slimy hands?!” I pretended to shudder at the thought, and Boruto doubled over with laughter.

"He will gonna run away from you." He continued laughing, holding his stomach.

Before I could respond, I felt a small kick against my belly. Boruto’s laughter quieted as he noticed my hand moving to the spot. His curiosity sparked. “Is that Hima?”

“Yes. Just your little sister saying hello,” I replied, smiling softly. “She’s very active today.” I paused for a moment, enjoying the feeling of her small kicks, almost like she was joining in on our conversation.

Boruto’s eyes widened with wonder, and he shifted closer, pressing his small hand anywhere against my belly. “Can I feel her?”

“Of course, sweetie,” I said, guiding his hand to the spot where I felt the gentle movement. “Just be gentle.”

He pressed his palm against my skin, and his face lit up when he felt a strong kick. “Whoa! Hima kicked me again!” he exclaimed in awe and excitement with his widening blue eyes.

“Yes, it’s like she wants to join in on the fun!” I chuckled, watching the joy bloom across his face. “She’s going to be such a great little sister, is she?” I asked, wiggling my brows playfully, eager to see his reaction. 

“Of course she is!” Boruto exclaimed enthusiastically. He closed the distance between us, his small frame leaning in closer to my belly, exposing my skin. I watched with a tender smile as he planted a soft kiss against my it, his lips brushing against my skin with a sweetness that warmed my heart.

“Onii-chan is excited to meet you, Himawari,” he said softly, and I felt a vibration in my belly. The way he spoke her name made my heart; he was already embracing his role as her older brother.

Naruto and I were actually hesitant to have another child at first after Boruto, or it was just me. I was scared that Boruto might feel neglected, that he would think we had shifted our focus away from him to welcome another baby into our lives. But when we finally shared the news with him, his eyes lit up with excitement rather than disappointment. “I’m going to be a big brother?!” he exclaimed, bouncing on his toes. “Does that mean I get to have a sister?!”

“Or a brother, Boruto,” Naruto interjects. “We were still not sure what the baby’s gender would be,” he explained.

Boruto crossed his arms defiantly, his eyes shining with enthusiasm. “I don’t care either way! No matter what, I’m going to be the best onii-chan in the world!”

Naruto and I just shared a look and eventually laughed.

“Mommy? You’re not listening to me.” A small, insistent poke on my cheek drew me back to the present. I blinked, clearing away the warmth of my memories to find Boruto staring at me with a pout.

“Huh?” I replied, still a little dazed. “What is it, baby?

“I said, how many hundred hours until Himawari gets here?” he asked, looking up at me with hopeful eyes.

I  chuckled softly, running a hand through his messy blond hair. “Oh… let’s see. Maybe a couple thousand hours?” I teased, trying to soften the wait in a way he’d understand.

He sighed, a deep, exaggerated sigh that could only come from a very impatient little boy. “Aww, that’s too long!” His shoulders slumped. “I wanna play with her now .”

“Well,” I said, trying to stifle my laughter, “you can still play with her while she’s in Mommy’s belly.”

His eyes widened in surprise, his excitement reigniting instantly. “Really?!” he exclaimed, his little hands gripping my arm in anticipation.

I nodded. “Yes, really.” I laughed when he did his ‘happy dance’. “So, what kind of game would you like to play with her?”

Without hesitation, he unclasped his hold on me and dashed over his toy cabinet, not even minding the still-going loud thunderstorm outside. Rummaging through a pile of his well-loved toys, his hands finally landed on a small red car. With a triumphant grin, he held it up. “Car play!”

“Car play?”

He nodded enthusiastically, already holding the toy to my belly. “Yep! Here you go! Himawari was the one driving.” He revved the car against the side of my stomach and towards my belly button with his very serious face as he ‘drove’ the car back and forth. “Vroom, vroom! Look, here’s a small puddle. 'Waahh'.” He acted like his toy car wheel was stuck on my belly button. 

A tiny kick responded to his game, and his eyes grew even rounder. He pressed his cheek to my belly as if waiting for more movement. “She likes it!” he squealed, delighted by his sister’s reaction, his grin stretching from ear to ear.

I chuckled, rubbing his back. “Looks like she’s having so much fun with her onii-chan.”

He snuggled closer, his face practically glued to my belly as he whispered, “Hiiimawariii~” The soft hum of his voice sent a ticklish sensation through me, and I couldn’t help but squirm and laugh, gently nudging him away.

“Boruto, stop it!” I said, playfully poking his nose. “It’s ticklish!”

But Boruto only grinned wider, undeterred. He leaned in again, whispering another drawn-out “Hiiimawariii~” in a singsong voice, sending another ticklish buzz through me. I squirmed, laughing even harder this time, gently trying to nudge him away.

“Boruto!” I chuckled, poking his nose again. “Stop it! Go back to your toy car now, little bully!”

He giggled mischievously, clearly enjoying my reaction as he scooted back a little. He really got that behavior from his father.

“But Himawari likes it! Look!” he said, pointing excitedly as another tiny kick responded to his antics. He looked up at me triumphantly, almost as if he’d made some secret sibling connection with her. 

I rolled my eyes fondly, reaching out to tousle his already messy hair. “Big no!” I teased, shaking my head with a smirk. “If you keep tickling me, I might pee on your blankie!”

His eyes went wide, mortified by what I just said. I couldn’t help but laugh at his funny reaction. “No, no, Mommy! I’ll stop, I’ll stop! Just don’t pee on my blankie!!” he squealed, hugging his beloved blankie tightly to his chest.

I couldn’t help it—I burst out laughing at his reaction, tears pricking the corners of my eyes. “Alright, alright,” I said between chuckles, raising my hands. “Your blankie is safe.”

Satisfied, he nodded gravely, still hugging the blanket as if it were his most prized possession. Returning his focus to the game he had invented, Boruto guided his little red toy car across my belly with all seriousness. I watched him trace the same path over and over—starting at the lower part of my belly, traveling up to my chest, pausing briefly, and then circling back down again before beginning the new journey.

“Boruto,” I finally asked, curiosity getting the better of me. “Why does your car keep stopping on my, um… boobie?”

He didn’t even glance up, completely engrossed in his game. “Well, Mommy,” he began thoughtfully, “the milk from your boobie is like… uhm… energy for my car to keep it moving!” He paused, clearly proud of his explanation. “Daddy told me that when I was a baby, I drank milk from your boobie so I could have this much energy!” He held up three fingers for emphasis, grinning proudly.

I couldn’t help but shake my head, amused at how Naruto must’ve explained it to him. I really don't expect a sensible answer from that man

“Mommy?” His voice pulled me from my thoughts. I glanced down at him, raising an eyebrow. “When Hima’s finally here,” he asked thoughtfully, “will she drink milk from your boobie too?”

Smiling, I reached out and gently stroked his cheek. “Yes, sweetheart,” I said warmly. “When she’s born, she’ll need milk to grow strong and healthy, just like you did.”

He nodded thoughtfully, then yawned, rubbing his sleepy eyes with his tiny fists. After a moment, his voice grew smaller, laced with hesitation. “How about me, Mommy? Can I still drink milk from your boobie?” he asked.

Touched by his innocent question, I bit back a chuckle and instead wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close. “Oh, sweetheart,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “You don’t need that kind of milk anymore. You’re already big and strong, remember?”

He nodded slowly, rubbing his eyes again as the weight of sleep began to pull at him. “And big, strong kids like you drink their milk from a glass now, not from Mommy’s boobie,” I added gently, brushing a stray lock of blond hair away from his face.

“Okay… Mommy,” he mumbled, his voice trailing off as his fingers loosened their grip on his toy car. I caught it just before it tumbled to the floor and placed it carefully on the nightstand.

As his eyelids drooped, his little hand came to rest on my belly, and he nestled closer against me, seeking the warmth and comfort he always found in my embrace. I brushed my fingers through his soft hair, letting them linger as I felt another gentle kick from Himawari. You should be sleeping too, little one, I thought with a smile. Don’t be as stubborn as your brother and father.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,”  I whispered, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

In a sleepy murmur, he whispered back, “Goodnight, Mommy… Goodnight, Himawari.” His tiny fingers splayed protectively across my belly, and my heart swelled with love at the sight.

I stayed there for the night, holding him close as his breathing slowed into the steady rhythm of sleep. The rain outside continued to drum softly against the window, but here, in the quiet of the night, everything felt peaceful.

Notes:

Kudos and comments are much appreciated😊

Chapter 8: Nightmare

Summary:

Boruto is having a nightmare, so he needs his mommy to sleep.

Notes:

Here’s a dose of extra fluff to hold us over before we dive into the angst chapter mehehehehe. Enjoy the softness while it lasts! 😊

One late night, I found myself stirred from a deep sleep by a faint tug on the hem of my sleepwear. Instinctively, my eyes fluttered open. The room was still, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains, and the only sound was Naruto’s deep, even breathing beside me.

Feeling the tiny, familiar presence behind me. Without even turning, I knew who it was.

Blinking against the dim light, I shifted slightly and glanced over my shoulder. There he was, my little boy, clutching his well-loved frog toy tightly to his chest. The moonlight illuminated his tear-streaked face, and his blue eyes, wide with fear, glistened as he sniffled softly.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” I whispered, careful not to wake Naruto, who had just returned from a long mission. My belly, now growing larger by the day, made shifting in bed a bit difficult, but I pushed myself up, focusing on my little boy and his quivering expression. The sight of him like this tugged at my heart.

“Nightmare,” he murmured, his voice barely audible as he hugged his frog tighter as if it could protect him from the things of whatever had scared him. My heart clenched at the sight of him. My sweet boy.

I reached out to stroke his cheek, brushing away a stray tear. Then, I gently ran my fingers through his messy hair, smoothing it down as I scooted to the edge of the bed. The familiar action seemed to calm him a little.

“Oh, my poor love,” I cooed softly. “Do you want to tell me what happened?” I held out my arms, and without hesitation, he climbed into my lap, curling into me like he did when he was smaller. I could even feel his small heart still racing against my chest.

Boruto nodded his head and sniffled, trying to be strong as he buried his face in my shoulder. “It was… there was this huge, scary monster with a horn, and it was chasing me and laughing. And I tried to run fast, but… but I couldn't." His lips quivered as his small voice broke, and I could feel him trying hard not to cry.

I smiled softly, brushing away a tear that had escaped down his cheek. "That must’ve been so frightening, Boruto." Wrapping my arms securely around him, I rested my chin on the top of his head, rocking him gently. “But you know,” I murmured, rubbing his back in soothing circles, “ dreams can’t hurt you. They disappear when you wake up, just like this one did. You’re safe now, sweetheart.” I kissed his head, feeling the softness of his hair against my lips.

His grip on me tightened, and he nodded, though I could feel his small body still trembling. “But it felt so real,” Boruto murmured, his voice still shaky. “What if it comes back?”

I held him closer and rocked him more. “Even if it does, you got your brave frog to protect you,” I teased as I tapped his toy with a smile. He smiled faintly, and I felt some of the tension leave his little body. “And also, just remember that Daddy and I are right here. We’ll always be here to keep you safe, no matter what.”

He was quiet for a moment, then he looked up at me with those big, sleepy eyes., “Can I sleep with you tonight, Mommy?”

I smiled and brushed a thumb over his cheek, nodding softly. "Of course," I whispered, shifting aside to make room. He eagerly climbed into bed, snuggling into the warm space between Naruto and me. I pulled the covers over him, making sure he was tucked in securely, his frog still clutched in his arms.

He looked up at me, his eyes softening as he settled into the safety of our bed. “Mommy… will you sing me your favorite lullaby? The one Grandma used to sing to you?”

My heart melted at the request. It had been a while since Boruto had asked for a lullaby, and hearing him now made me realize just how much I missed those moments of comfort with my son.

“Of course, sweetheart,” I whispered, stroking his cheek gently as I shifted to a more comfortable position.

I began singing the same soft tune my own mother used to sing to me when I was still a child when she was still alive and healthy. The familiar tune was like a blanket of warmth that always made me feel the world feel a little less scary, and I hope my son will feel that too.

"I'm gonna live forever in you

Long as the sky and oceans are blue

I'll always love you, and I'll never stop

I'll always be there, even when I'm not."

As I continued singing, Boruto’s eyelids grew heavy, his little hand slowly unclenching from around his frog. He let out a soft sigh as he snuggled deeper into the blankets. My voice filled the room, weaving through the peaceful quiet of the night. Eventually, his breathing became slow, his lips parting as he drifted into a peaceful sleep, safe and sound.

I sang the next verse, my voice softening as I watched him sleep.

"I know the world can turn into a lonely place

Can break your heart and paint the teardrops on your face

I might not be beside you, but I won't be far

I'll be lookin' over you like Northern stars."

The song tugged at my heart as I remembered my own childhood, lying beneath the stars with my mother’s arms wrapped around me. Her soft voice had sung this same lullaby, her words a promise that had stayed with me even after she was gone. Now, as I held my own son close, I hoped to pass on that same comfort, the same assurance that no matter what, he would never be alone.

I leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his forehead with too much love, lingering for a moment to soak in the sweetness of his peaceful fact. Oh, how quickly he was growing. Every day, he was getting bigger and taller, but in moments like this, he was still my little boy, the one who sought comfort in his mother’s arms when the world seemed too big and scary.

Naruto shifted beside me, half awake now, noticing the extra presence in our bed. "Boruto?" he mumbled, his voice still thick with sleep.

"Nightmare," I whispered back.

Naruto’s eyes softened, and he reached over, his hand landing gently on Boruto’s head, ruffling his blond hair with affection. “Our little troublemaker,” he murmured with a fond smile before pulling his arm around us both, drawing us into a warm, protective embrace. Within moments, he was back asleep, his soft breaths mingling with Boruto's.

I lay awake a while longer, listening to their peaceful breathing, feeling the quiet warmth of the night around us. The village lay silent outside our window, and I felt a deep contentment settle over me. This was everything I had dreamed of since I was a little girl, a home filled with love, the sound of my children’s laughter, and the comforting presence of the man I loved.

"I'm gonna live forever in you, 

Long as the sky and oceans are blue

I'll always love you, and I'll never stop

I'll always be there, even when I'm not."

With one last verse, I closed my eyes, holding Boruto close, cherishing every breath, every snuggle, and every chance to be the one he turned to in the middle of the night when he needed me most.

Notes:

After watching The Wild Robot in theaters and shedding more than a few tears, this song stuck with me so deeply that it’s been on repeat ever since, making me feel the love a mother could give to her child. I hope that some of that feeling comes through in this story for you, too.

Thank you for reading, and as always, I'd love to hear your thoughts. ❤️

Chapter 9: I Have Everything I Need

I blinked, and suddenly, Boruto was already six  years old. How had the time passed so quickly? It felt like just yesterday he was curling up in my embrace after a nightmare, and now here we were, walking him to his first day at the Ninja Academy. 

Though I knew he did not have a mission yet, I couldn't help to be worried. My little boy was growing up so fast, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready for it. I can't imagine my sadness when he became a fifteen-year-old teenager.

On my side, my hands kept fidgeting with the hem of my jacket as we made our way through the village. Would he be alright? Would he make friends? What if he got hurt during the lesson? If he cried, who would calm him? All these thoughts swirled in my mind, making it hard to breathe. I must be overthinking.

I glanced down at Boruto, holding both our hands, who was practically bouncing with excitement. I remember just a few days, he wouldn't stop talking on how he looked forward of this day.

His eager eyes scanned through the streets as we approached the academy.  His bright smile lit up his face, and at that moment, I realized myself back then when I was the same age as him. How sad and nervous I was on my first day in the academy. It was so different then. I had walked those same paths with Ko by my side, my loyal protector. But unlike Boruto, I didn’t have parents there to hold my hand. The absence of my mother and father had been a constant ache in my heart back then, or maybe until now. A feeling I promised myself I never wanted my children to experience.

“You okay, Love?” Naruto asked, catching me lost in my thoughts. His voice was normal, but I could see the concern in his blue eyes.

Unlike me, my husband seemed completely at ease, as if this was just another day. He walked beside me with a bright smile, carrying Himawari on the back of his head, giggling as she played with his spiky hair. 

“I just… I’m nervous,” I admitted quietly, glancing down at Boruto, who paid us no mind. “It’s his first day. What if—?”

“Hey,” Naruto cut me off gently, his hand finding mine as he squeezed it. “He’s gonna be fine. Our son is tough, believe it!"

I forced a smile, trying to take comfort in Naruto’s words, but my heart and mind remained restless.

As we approached the academy entrance, we spotted Sakura standing there with Sarada by her side. Sakura smiled warmly when she saw us, and Sarada clung quietly to her mother's hand, her big glasses slightly slipping down her nose as she watched the crowd of children with fear and curiosity.

"Sakura-chan!" my husband greeted her with his usual cheerful energy.

"Hey, Hinata! Oh! Himawari, too." Sakura greeted us back cheerfully, giving us a small wave. "Big day, huh?" she asked, looking at me.

"I'm also here, Sakura-chan," we heard Naruto muttered with a pout. Sakura just rolled her eyes before looking at me again.

I smiled back, still feeling the anxious knot in my stomach. "Yeah... I can’t believe it’s already here. I'm nervous. "

"I totally get you, Hinata." She reached my shoulder and gently tapped it.

Naruto, ever the optimist, grinned wide and intervened once again. "Boruto’s been looking forward to this for weeks. He can’t stop talking about becoming a strong ninja. Just like his Daddy!"

As if on cue, Boruto turned to Sarada with his usual burst of energy, just like his father. "Oy, Sarada! Are you excited, too?" he asked, bouncing on his feet. Sarada lowered her head, her dark hair blocking her face. So Boruto crouched down so he could see her face clearly. This boy is clearly making her annoyed.

Sarada's lips twisted in annoyance, much like her father, and glanced up at her mother first, then nodded silently.

Sarada was always quieter than Boruto and more reserved, but I could see that she also wanted to be friends with the other children around. Sarada is a good girl, and I know she'll find one eventually.

Sakura chuckled softly, smoothing Sarada's hair. "She’s been a bit nervous all morning, but I think she’s ready." She then turned to me, a knowing look in her eyes. "It’s hard watching them grow up, isn’t it?"

I nodded, feeling the weight of her words. It was comforting to know that I wasn’t the only one feeling this way. "It really is."

Naruto, however, was already talking to Boruto. He put Himawari down and crunched down to our son's height. "Alright, champ! Today’s the day! Show them what you’ve got!" He gave Boruto a playful nudge on his arm and raised his clasp hand for a fist-bump.

Boruto rolled his eyes but smiled back. "Yeah, yeah, Dad. I know!" He then turned to Sarada, who was still quietly holding her mother’s hand. “Come on, Sarada! Let’s go!”

Without waiting for a response, Boruto reached out, grabbing her hand without warning.  Sarada blinked in surprise, her cheeks flushing a light pink, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she gave a small nod, and the two children walked hand in hand toward the academy doors, disappearing into the sea of students.

The three of us, Naruto, Sakura, and I stood there for a moment in silence, watching as our children crossed the threshold into their new chapter of life. I felt my heart squeeze at the sight of them.

"They grow up so fast," Sakura murmured, looking at their children with so much pride.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying to steady my emotions. "Yeah," I agreed. "and before we know it, they'll be leading their own teams soon."

Time flies easily, and it is time to pick Boruto for his class. As the sun started to dip below the Hokage Mountain, Naruto and I, holding each other hands, made our way to the Academy. The sound of the children reached my search, and not so long, we arrived at the entrance.

I caught sight of my son, who was standing with a group of children, his classmates, probably. He was gesturing something as he talked, his hands flying in the air like he was reenacting a fighting style. I couldn't help but smile,

Naruto's face lit up when he spotted our son. "There he is!" he exclaimed, and before I could even respond, he was already hogging toward our son's direction, dragging me along. What a dramatic man.

"Boruto!... Son!" he called out again when Boruto didn't hear him. This time, his head snapped in our direction, and in an instant, his face broke into a huge grin.

"Mom! Dad!" he yelled back with a bright smile. He waved excitedly to his friends before running in our direction, meeting us halfway. The moment he reached us, Naruto bent down to scoop him up in a tight hug, lifting him off the ground.

"I missed you, buddy," Naruto said, his voice muffled by Boruto's shoulder as he held him close.

"Did you have a great first day?" I asked, smiling, brushing off a strand of hair from his face.

“It was awesome, Mom!” Boruto exclaimed, still grinning as he wrapped his small arms around Naruto's neck. "We learned about ninjas and their history. I even heard Mom and Dad's names in the lesson."

"Oh, really?" I asked, faking to be shocked. 

"Yeah! I also made friends, too, other than Sarada!"

Naruto set him down gently, chuckling. "Well, that's good to hear." He ruffed his hair affectionately. 

"Hey, Dad. Did you bring something to me?" Boruto asked, pouting his small, pink lips.

Naruto looked at me, and I nodded. "Hmmm... maybe??" he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small, red-wrapped package. "Tadaaa!"

Boruto's eyes widened in surprise and took it eagerly. "What is it?" he asked excitedly, fumbling with the package.

Naruto winked at him. "Open it and find out!"

With trembling hands, Boruto unwrapped the paper, revealing a shiny shinobi card. His eyes went wider. "Wow, Dad!" He held it up, examining the detailed image of a fierce, golden-haired shinobi standing atop a mountain of rubble, holding a scroll. I peaked and couldn't help but laugh when I realized who it was. Oh, Naruto-kun.

"It's a card from you." He looked up at us, his face drained of excitement and replaced with disappointment.

Naruro's wide smile disappeared and frowned. "Oy, what's with that face, Boruto?"

Boruto’s little shoulders slumped, and he held the card out. "You could have got me Old-Man Kakashi or Old-Man Gaara," he said with a pout as he looked at the card as if hoping it would change into something he wanted.

Naruto's eyes went wide with feigned shock. "What?!" He exclaimed dramatically, holding his hand over his heart as if he was hurt by the suggestion. "You don't like my card?"

Boruto looked at the card again, then at his father with a smirk. "Well, I do like it," he admitted. "But you know everyone wants the cool cards, not the ones with their dad on them."

Naruto feigned a dramatic gasp. "How could you say that?" He placed a hand on his chest, pretending to be hurt. "I'll have you know, buddy, I'm the coolest dad in the whole village!"

Boruto rolled his eyes, trying not to laugh. "Sure, Dad. Maybe when I'm fifty," he teased, and I couldn't hold back a giggle.

Naruto shot me a playful glare. "Hinata, are you laughing at your husband, the mighty shinobi?"

I suddenly stopped smiling. "No! Not at all," I said, trying to keep a straight face. 

Naruto's eyes narrowed at his mini-me. "You think Kakashi-sensei or Gaara are cooler than me?"

Boruto grinned, holding his father's card up to compare. "Well, Kakashi has a cooler attack, and Gaara has that brooding look."

Naruto's eyebrow shot up, and so was Boruto. "You bra—"

Before their bantering continued, I cut them off. "Okay, boys, that's enough." I looked at them both. One is still a child, and the other a child by heart. "Hima is waiting at home, so we need to be home early." I shot a warning look at my husband. "Right, Dear?" He might have got my message as he fixed himself and smiled.

"Oh, right! Come on, Boruto. We wouldn't want to keep your little sister waiting, would we?"

Boruto nodded vigorously, his earlier disappointment fading away as he grinned at both of us. "No way! Hima will be mad if we’re late!" He tucked the card safely into his pocket and held both of our hands.

We began to walk home with Boruto pulling us along. He keeps on talking away about his day, telling us about his new friends and the lessons he enjoyed the most. 

"Also, we had a little one-on-one fight, and guess what? I won!" he exclaimed proudly.

"Wow, that's amazing, Boruto!" I praised him, and he just smiled at me proudly.

Naruto leaned down to me and whispered, “He got it from me." He raised his eyebrows up and down and smiled with pride. I just nodded and smiled back at him. Typical Naruto-kun. 

The moment we stepped through the front door, we were greeted by another ball of sunshine with indigo hair. Two-year-old Himawari barreled toward us with excitement. Hanabi was behind her, following. She had a paper in her hand, which she proudly held up to show us. "Mommy, Daddy, Nii-chan, welcome home!!" she shouted, her chubby cheeks flushed.

"Hima!" Boruto exclaimed, breaking free from our grasp to rush to his sister.

Her giggles grew louder as she waved the paper at us. "Look, Nii-chan!" she squealed, holding it closer to his face.

Her bother took the paper, which was a mess of scribbles and smudges of color, and studied it like a real artist. Then his eyes widened in amazement. "Wow, Hima! You drew a picture of us! It's amazing." Himawari nodded enthusiastically. Her blue eyes, just like Boruto and Naruto's, sparkled in delight. 

Himawari giggled and clapped her hands together, pleased with her brother's reaction. "Really?"

"Really," Boruto said with a nod, leaning down to give her a high-five. "It's like the coolest thing I've ever seen!"

Naruto chuckled at the sight of our children. "Looks like we got ourselves a little artist," he said, ruffling Himawari's indigo hair. Other than hair, Himawari took my husband's features.

Those blue eyes, the shape of her face, the way she smiled that lit up everyone's mood, everything. Thankfully, she got my personality, as everyone said.

Himawari beamed up at us, clearly proud of her artwork. "It's a masterpiece," I agreed, smiling warmly.

"Let’s hang it on the fridge!" Boruto suggested, taking Hima’s hand and leading her to the kitchen. "It deserves to be seen by everyone!" I watched them enter the dining room.

I then turned to my sister, who stood nearby with her gaze warm as she watched the children with a fond smile.  "Hanabi, thank you for looking up for Hima today." I walked towards her and pulled her in a tight hug. "You should stay, I'll cook your favorite food."

"It may be tempting as it sounds," she replied, a teasing glint in her eye, "but our father needs me for the clan meeting. You know, heiress duty." She winked at me, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

"Always with the responsibilities," I said, shaking my head playfully. "You know, one day, you should just take a break and enjoy a family dinner without all the formalities."

Hanabi smiled softly. "Maybe one day. But for now, the clan needs me."

"That’s true," I said, glancing back at Boruto and Himawari, who were now animatedly discussing how to best hang the drawing. "And you’re amazing at it. Just don’t forget to make time for fun."

"I promise," she said, her expression turning serious for a moment. “I'll be back when I have time. Maybe next week, if that's okay."

"Absolutely," I replied, pouting. As my sister, she has the same right to my children as mine.

"Now, go before Dad sends a search party for you!"

She laughed, giving me one last squeeze before heading toward the door. "I’ll be back soon. Keep an eye on those two troublemakers!" She turned to the children. "Hey, kids!" Their heads turned to us. "Aunt Hanabi will go now to see Granpappy. Be good to your parents, okay?!"

"Yes, Aunt Hanabi! Take care!" Boruto and Himawari shouted in unison, their voices ringing out as they returned to their playtime, completely unfazed by the world around them.

Hanabi turned back, a smile on her face. "I really have to go," she said, and I nodded. She then glanced at Naruto, her expression sincere. "Thank you for having me here, Naruto-niisan."

I felt Naruto's arms circling on my waist. "Of course, Hanabi. I know my wife here, and my children love being here always. Take care."

She gave us one last smile before closing the door behind her, leaving us two with laughter coming from the kitchen.

With his hand still resting possessively on my waist, we entered the kitchen together, only to find the children deep in their game of tag.

"You're it!" Boruto yelled, poking Himawari's shoulder and sticking his tongue out at her. She squealed and took off running in the opposite direction, giggling.

When Hima saw us, she went straight to her dad and touched him in his arms. "Daddy, you're it!" Hima shouted, and without waiting for his response, she turned and ran toward his brother, laughing.

Naruto, always up for some fun, quickly dashed after them, laughter erupting from him as he chased after the kids. "Alright, you little rascals, you can’t get away that easily!" he called out, making them sequeling away from him.

I watched them with a smile, my heart swelling with happiness for my family—the family Naruto and I have wished we had since we were kids. But soon, I realized that I needed to cook for dinner. With a smile still on my face, I went to the kitchen, pulling out the ingredients from the cabinets to start cooking. The sound of their squeals and laughter from a distance reached my ears as I chopped the vegetables. I could hear the thud of tiny feet and the rush of wind as they dashed past my direction.

Then suddenly, I heard a loud thud followed by a chorus of giggles.

"Careful, you three!!" I shouted, not bothering to look up as I stirred the pot on the stove, ensuring the broth was simmering just right. I diced carrots, green onions, and bell peppers, imagining the vibrant colors blending into a delicious stir-fry. I could already picture Naruto and the children’s eyes lighting up at the sight of his favorite dish.

“Just a few more,” I murmured to myself, adding the chopped ingredients to the pot while sprinkling in some soy sauce and a dash of sesame oil for flavor. The aromas mingled, creating a comforting scent that filled the kitchen.

Boruto and Himawari zipped around the room, giggling uncontrollably as they ran away from their father, who... well... acted like he was bitten by a zombie. Crazy, Naruto-kun. Only Naruto could turn a game of tag into a theatrical performance.

"Alright, you three, dinner's almost ready," I called out, but they didn't pay attention—as always. They just shouted in panic as Naruto's presence grew closer to their direction. 

Boruto's blue eyes flickered with fear as he darted past his father, his shaggy blonde hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. Himawari, her indigo one bouncing with each step, as she shrieked in terror, dodging her father's grasp.

"Why me, Daddy??!! Onii-chan was right there!!" she shouted, her tiny voice filled with hurry as she ducked behind Boruto, peeking out from behind her brother’s back like a little shield.

"Braiiinnnnss! I wanntt braiinnsss!!!" Naruto declared dramatically, his voice dropping into a deep, exaggerated growl as he continued his chase.

Boruto quickly spun around, leading his sister away from their 'zombie' father in the opposite direction. While Hima was giggling as they ran further into the living room.

“Take it easy, dear husband. If they have nightmares later, you’ll be sleeping outside!” I threatened, wielding the ladle in my hand like a sword in his direction, shooting him my fiercest glare.

Naruto froze in place, his eyes widening as he slowly turned his head to face me. The playful grin that had danced on his lips vanished quickly and was replaced by a faked serious expression that was hard to take seriously. "Hehe," he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, trying to regain his composure. "I will." With a twinkle of naughtiness in his eyes, he blew me a dramatic flying kiss before dashing off after our little ones, his laughter mingling with theirs.

I shook my head, chuckling at his antics as I returned to my cooking. The scent of the food wafted around the kitchen, and I lost myself in the rhythm of preparing our dinner.

Not so long ago, I finished my task. As I placed the food into the bowl, I noticed that my surroundings were eerily quiet out of the sudden. Then, I felt the weight of three gazes on me. I frowned and slowly raised my head, only to find all three of them staring at me like I was a predator who was about to pounce.

"Hey, stop!" I yelled, laughing. "I'm preparing our dinner. Let me out of your games!"  backed away slowly, trying to maintain our distance while their grins only widened as they began to close in on me.

But before I could make my escape, Naruto lunged at me, wrapping his arms around me in a tight embrace and lifting me slightly off the ground. "You're it, Wife!!" he shouted triumphantly, laughing manically as he bolted away, holding Boruto and Himawari in his arms.

I scoffed, shaking my head at their tricks. "All right, you three are really testing me, huh?" I asked, trying to maintain a stern expression but failing miserably as a smirk crept onto my lips.

I dried my hands on a towel and rolled up my sleeves, determined to join the fun. "Mommy's coming!!" I shouted, launching myself after them with a playful grin.

Notes:

I will do my best to update this fic every month. If I don't, it may be because I'm too busy with life or have passed away/jk

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of Sunshine Family