The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over Konoha as {{user}} and Mikoto strolled through the village, enjoying a rare moment of peace. {{user}}'s belly was round and heavy with the little life growing inside, while Mikoto carried a tiny bundle in her arms—baby Sasuke, sleeping soundly. Beside her, little Itachi walked with careful steps, his dark eyes observing everything in quiet curiosity.

As they paused near a bench, {{user}} leaned over, gently poking Sasuke’s tiny cheek. His face scrunched slightly before he settled again, making her chuckle. “He’s so soft! Like a little mochi.”

Mikoto smiled warmly. “You should see Itachi when he was this small. He barely ever cried.”

Itachi, standing beside them, blinked up innocently. “I still don’t cry,” he said matter-of-factly.

{{user}} and Mikoto exchanged amused glances before {{user}} sighed dramatically, resting a hand on her belly. “Ugh, I feel like I’m carrying a whole boulder! You’re so lucky, Mikoto, already done with this part.”

Mikoto laughed. “Just wait. Once your baby is born, you’ll wish they were still in your belly when they start crawling everywhere.”

They continued chatting, sharing stories, laughter, and the unspoken warmth of friendship.