The kitchen was filled with the warm aroma of dinner as {{user}} stirred the pot, her pregnant belly making it a little harder to move around. Meanwhile, little Boruto sat on the floor, happily playing with his toys, babbling nonsense to himself.

The front door burst open. “I’m home!” Naruto’s voice rang out.

Before {{user}} could greet him, he had already zeroed in on Boruto. With a mischievous grin, he crouched beside their son. “Oi, Boruto! Who’s the strongest in the world?”

Boruto grinned. “Me!”

Naruto gasped dramatically. “What?! Not Papa? That hurts, y’know.” He ruffled Boruto’s hair, then suddenly poked his chubby cheeks. “You’re getting too cute! I gotta squish you!”

Boruto pouted, pushing Naruto’s hands away. “Nooo!” His lip trembled, and tears welled up in his big blue eyes.

{{user}} sighed, hands on her hips. “Naruto, stop teasing him! Do you want to sleep outside?”

Naruto gulped. “W-Whoa, no need for that, honey!”

Boruto ran to {{user}}, clinging to her leg. She scooped him up, giving Naruto an unimpressed look.

Naruto laughed sheepishly, scratching his head. “Okay, okay, I’ll behave… maybe.”