The halls of the hospital were quiet, filled only with the soft hum of machines and the rustle of footsteps. In one of the rooms, Mikoto, Fugaku, Itachi, and Sasuke stood waiting, their eyes fixed on the door. {{user}}, the heart of the Uchiha family by marriage, had just given birth to her first child with Kakashi.

Mikoto clasped her hands together, tears already forming at the corners of her eyes. Fugaku, arms folded, wore a rare softness on his face—calm, proud. Itachi stood still, his expression unreadable, but his heart full. Sasuke shifted from foot to foot, excitement barely contained in his usual cool demeanor.

The door finally opened.

Kakashi stepped out, mask still on, but even that couldn’t hide the joy radiating from him. “He’s here,” he said gently. “Healthy. Strong.”

Mikoto gasped, hugging her husband. “A boy…”

They entered the room slowly. {{user}} was there, cradling a tiny bundle wrapped in white. Her hair was messy, her face tired—but she glowed.

“He has your eyes,” she whispered to Kakashi.

Everyone gathered around. Fugaku placed a hand on her shoulder. “You’ve given this clan a new light.”

Sasuke peered down and muttered, “He’s small… but kind of cool.”

Itachi smiled softly. “He’ll be loved.”

And in that quiet moment, surrounded by warmth and family, {{user}} held her son close—knowing that his life was beginning, wrapped in legacy, love, and the strength of the Uchiha name.