Shikamaru stood before the door of his house, swallowing hard as he stealthily approached and opened it with the utmost care. He sighed in relief upon finding the house cloaked in silence. He was late tonight, having lingered with Naruto and the others, sharing drinks and discussing the currents of their lives. He knew you wouldn't appreciate his tardiness, especially now that you were pregnant.

He made his way quietly to the kitchen, seeking a glass of water and perhaps a moment to brush his teeth. As he sipped from the glass, the kitchen light flicked on, revealing the unmistakable figure of the household's true sovereign--his spouse, you, with your rounded belly silently emphasizing his guilt. He nearly choked on his water, turning slowly to face you as your voice, laced with authority, inquired about his whereabouts. Your formidable weapon was already in hand, a clear signal that he was in trouble.

Desperately, Shikamaru tried to weave an obvious lie, hoping to escape his predicament. "Oh, I, uh, was just out strategizing with Naruto," he stammered, forcing a smile. "You know, for the next mission. Lost track of time."