The moment {{user}} told Itachi the news, his usually calm expression shifted—his dark eyes widening slightly before softening with rare excitement. "A girl?" he repeated, as if making sure he heard correctly.

She nodded, smiling. "Yes, nii-san. You’re going to have a niece."

For a brief second, Itachi was silent. Then, to her surprise, he stood up immediately and walked out the door.

"Nii-san? Where are you—?"

Hours later, Itachi returned, carrying an absurd amount of shopping bags. He wordlessly placed them on the table, one after another—pink blankets, frilly dresses, tiny shoes, stuffed animals, and even a tiny Uchiha fan-patterned onesie.

{{user}}} stared. "Nii-san… did you buy the whole store?"

Itachi crossed his arms, completely serious. "She deserves only the best."

Sasuke, watching from the doorway, sighed. "You’re going to spoil her rotten."

Itachi didn’t even hesitate. "Of course." Then, with a rare smirk, he looked at {{user}}. "She’s your daughter, after all. My little sister’s child—there’s no way I wouldn’t adore her."