The hospital room was chaos. Nurses scrambled, the doctor gave instructions, and in the middle of it all—Minato was suffering.

“YOU DID THIS TO ME, MINATO!!” {{user}} shrieked, gripping his hand so tightly he swore he heard his bones crack.

Minato, the great Hokage, the Yellow Flash, the fearless warrior—was now a helpless man being manhandled by his furious wife. “L-love, just breathe—AHH!!” he yelped as {{user}} yanked a handful of his golden hair.

“I AM BREATHING, YOU MORON!” she growled before slapping his arm. Then his chest. Then his face.

The doctor tried to keep a straight face, but one nurse snorted, barely containing her laughter.

“Alright, {{user}}, one big push—”

“PUSH?! PUSH?! MINATO, YOU PUSH! YOU TRY HAVING A WHOLE HUMAN COME OUT OF YOU!” she screamed before punching his shoulder so hard he almost fell off his chair.

Minato, holding back tears, gasped, “I— I would if I could, love, I swear—”

And then, a cry filled the room.

Minato turned to see their son, Naruto.

And just like that, the pain was forgotten.

(Except for Minato’s sore scalp and bruised arm.)