Sunlight streamed through the bedroom window as {{user}} sat on the bed, gently folding tiny onesies into a hospital bag. Her round belly shifted slightly, Naruto kicking softly inside. She smiled, placing a hand over her bump.

Then, while reaching for a blanket in the back of the closet, her fingers brushed a dusty box.

She pulled it out, opened the lid—and froze.

Inside were pieces of her past. A short crop top, a favorite skirt, bracelets from old festivals… memories of a carefree girl who once danced in the rain, laughed loud, and felt beautiful without trying. The clothes wouldn’t fit now, not over her swollen belly and tired body.

Her eyes welled up. “I don’t feel like her anymore…”

Minato walked in quietly, pausing when he saw her expression. He knelt beside her, took her hands gently. “You’re even more beautiful now,” he whispered. “That girl was wild and bright. But this woman… this woman is strong. She’s building a life.”

{{user}} leaned into him, tears soaking into his shirt. He kissed her forehead and smiled.

“You haven’t lost your spark,” he said softly. “It’s just glowing in a new way now.”