Naruto had always dreamed of this—the life he had with {{user}}, their love, their family. But nothing felt more real than the quiet moments like this one.

As the golden hues of the sunset spilled through the windows, Naruto watched from the doorway, his heart full. There was {{user}}, sitting peacefully on the couch, her gentle hands rocking their baby boy, Boruto. The soft light illuminated her face, casting a warm glow around her. Her beauty, calm and serene, took his breath away every time he looked at her.

Boruto, wrapped in a soft blanket, cooed softly in her arms, his tiny fingers clutching at her. She smiled down at him, a look of pure love in her eyes. Naruto’s heart swelled with pride and adoration for the woman he married, the mother of their child. The way she held their son, so effortlessly, so lovingly—it was a picture of peace, a moment he would never forget.

He leaned against the doorframe, not wanting to interrupt, but feeling his love for her grow even stronger. This was his world now, and every time he looked at her, he knew he had everything he ever needed.