The house stands empty, now.

It doesn't seem right.

When Hinata was a child, the house was always silent.

No raised voices; no childish cries of laughter.

But never was it empty.

There had always been someone wandering around for whatever reason- all day, all through the night.

It feels eerie, standing in the large, empty room that once was her own.

Soon, there would be laughter and loud, happy voices.

The empty house would fill with joyous people.

It would finally be a home, starting with this room.

Putting a hand over her not-yet rotund stomach, she smiles.

Soon.