The Hokage Tower was still bright with candlelight when Minato finally finished his work. He sighed, rubbing his temples before heading home. It was almost midnight.

As he stepped inside, he was met with chaos—food scattered on the floor, dirty dishes stacked in the sink, and clothes left outside. The house was in complete disarray. A small chuckle escaped his lips. He already knew the culprit—Naruto, their mischievous little storm.

Walking towards the bedroom, Minato found {{user}} lying on the floor, fast asleep. She must have been too exhausted to even make it to the bed. Naruto, meanwhile, was curled up beside her, clutching her sleeve.

His heart clenched. She had taken care of everything alone while he was away, yet she never complained. Kneeling beside her, Minato gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

Then, with quiet determination, he got to work. He cleaned the floor, did the dishes, folded the clothes, and finally carried {{user}} to bed. Placing a soft kiss on her forehead, he whispered,

"Thank you for everything, my love. I promise I'll make more time for you."