The house was quiet.
No teasing.
No chakra flares.
Just the subtle, shifting weight of hearts that had already given everything, watching one of their own receive everything back.
Hinata was pregnant.
With Naruto's child.
And though none dared say it aloud…
They all wished it was them.
Sakura was the first to act.
She found Naruto alone in the bathing chamber that evening, rinsing his face with cold water.
He turned when he heard her approach — and didn't have time to speak before her arms wrapped around him from behind.
"Don't say anything," she whispered.
He didn't.
She pressed her lips to the back of his neck. Soft. Shaky.
"I'm not angry. I'm… scared. Because it wasn't me. And I thought I was ready to lose, but I wasn't."
He turned.
Held her.
And whispered, "Then let me love you like it was."
They made love right there.
Slow. Emotional.
Sakura lay on her back, legs open, tears slipping down her cheeks as Naruto slid inside her — not hard, not fast, but deep, holding her face the entire time.
"I still want you," she whispered. "I always will."
And when he came inside her — thick, warm, filling her completely — she cried into his neck.
"I hope… it takes."
That night, Ino slipped into his bed next.
She didn't speak.
She just pulled his hand to her lower belly and kissed him long and slow.
"Fill me," she whispered.
"Say my name this time."
He did.
Again and again, while she rode him under moonlight, clutching his hands to her hips as if trying to plant herself around him.
The next morning, Sasuko didn't ask.
She simply appeared, naked and quiet, straddled him while he rested, and whispered:
"Make me feel like it's real."
And he did.
Her eyes never left his.
She didn't cum.
But she kissed him with everything.
By the third day, even Tsunade entered his room.
She didn't ride.
She laid beside him, took his hand, and placed it just above her womb.
"I'm not asking for seed," she said. "Not yet."
"I just want to know you'd raise her… if I ever gave her to you."
Naruto squeezed her hand.
"I would."
That night, he held Hinata again.
But this time, the house was warm with peace.
They weren't fighting.
They were waiting.
Wanting.
Building.
Because one of them had given Naruto a child.
And the others?
Would give him everything else.