The streets of Konoha were bustling as {{user}} walked through the marketplace, her pregnant belly making every step a little heavier. Beside her, Itachi, only seven years old, held her hand tightly, his small frame full of quiet determination.

"Itachi, sweetheart, you don’t have to carry everything," {{user}} chuckled, watching as he juggled multiple shopping bags, a cart, and even reached out to open the door for her.

"It’s fine, kaa-san," he replied seriously. "You’re carrying Sasuke, so I’ll carry the rest."

Her heart melted. Despite his young age, Itachi was more considerate than Fugaku, who barely spent time with her during the pregnancy. But Itachi? He was always by her side.

As she sat on a bench to rest, Itachi knelt down and carefully pulled her socks and shoes on for her. "You shouldn’t bend too much," he mumbled, concentrating hard.

{{user}} ruffled his hair fondly. "You’re going to be such a good big brother."

He looked up at her, his dark eyes warm. "I already love him. And I love you too, kaa-san."