The clock struck midnight, and all was still—until the sudden creak of the bedroom door startled her awake. Blinking sleep from her eyes, {{user}} looked up to see Minato standing at the door… and right in front of him, tiny Naruto waddled in wearing starry pajamas, holding a small cake with flickering candles.

“Bwow… bwow!” Naruto chirped, eyes sparkling with excitement as he tried to say “blow.”

{{user}} sat up in bed, heart melting at the sight. “Naruto… what’s this?”

“Happy birthday,” Minato whispered with a soft smile, gently guiding Naruto closer to the bed. The little boy giggled, barely able to contain his excitement. “Bwow, Mama!”

Minato chuckled. “He insisted we surprise you exactly at midnight.”

Naruto leaned forward dramatically, puffing his cheeks to help. {{user}} laughed, leaning in to blow out the candles as Naruto clapped in pure joy. The frosting was a bit lopsided, and the candles were barely standing, but it was perfect.

As Naruto babbled proudly about “cake” and “mama,” Minato sat beside her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “He picked the sprinkles himself,” he said.

It wasn’t just a birthday—it was a little memory she’d never forget.