'heRsheys says: I thought of this one when we were buying a birthday cake for my mom. Yes. My mom has the same birthdate as Hyuuga Hinata. I am jealous of my own mother. I still love her, though.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Kishimoto does. Hands down.

Hyuuga Hanabi knocked and waited. Just as she expected, it was her sister's husband that opened the door. The pleasant surprise etched on his face was also expected.

"I've come for Nee-chan."

His blue eyes were twinkling as he called for his wife. He left Hinata and Hanabi in the living room and went to the kitchen. Boruto and Himawari were looking at him, expectant, and he just grinned as he lifted a finger against his lips. The children grinned in response and nodded eagerly.

"You promised to take me to the mall one day and I think today is the day." Hanabi's voice was loud enough for him to hear.

"Can't we do it tomorrow? I was thinking of staying at home with Naruto-kun and the children today."

"Please, Nee-chan! I've got this thing to go to tomorrow and I don't have anyone else to go to but you."

"I don't think Naruto-kun will-"

"Naruto-nii! Can I borrow Nee-chan for a couple of hours? It won't take that long. Promise."

Instantly, he was at the kitchen doorway. "I don't mind," he smiled but the hurt and confused look his wife was giving him pushed his heart to say otherwise. She probably thought he forgot.

Half an hour later and the sisters were out of the house. Boruto peeked from the kitchen. "Papa, is Mama gone now?"

Naruto nodded. "Yep, but we have to be quick or else we won't be able to finish in time."

"Mama probably thinks we forgot her birthday," Naruto solemnly said as he finished placing the ingredients on the table.

"But we don't!" Himawari retorted defensively. She had been standing beside him on a chair and leaning on the table.

Naruto smiled at her and ruffled her hair. "That's right. That's why we're going to bake the greatest cake ever!"

"Papa, I found it!"

Naruto turned and saw his son carrying a cookbook over his head.

"That's great. Now, let's start before Mama gets back."

Naruto carefully read the text on the book. It sounded wasy enough. He hoped it was easy enough to do, too.

A while later and Naruto just closed the oven for the cake to bake.

Boruto and Himawari were engrossed at looking through the glass of the oven. So far, they have been little angels and followed every word he said.

"What's next, Papa?" Boruto asked over his shoulder.

"The chocolate icing."

Those three words triggered and sparked his children and their eyes brightened enough to light the whole village. Naruto hoped against hope they didn't turn into little imps.

Naruto took out the chocolate bars from the fridge. He turned and was met by two hopeful looks from Boruto and Himawari.

He sighed and gave each one a piece. It wasn't like he can deny them, anyway.

With chocolate stain on their faces, the siblings were standing on chairs beside their father and watched as he heated the chocolate and cream and stirred until the chocolate melted. After some time, he removed the pan and poured the mixture into a bowl.

A sudden sound surprised them and they all thought their Mama was back.

"It's just the oven." Naruto laughed when both his children sighed in relief. "Boruto, can you whisk this first? I have to get the cakes from the oven."

The little blonde nodded eagerly and Naruto went to the oven. Carefully, he pulled tray from inside and turned only to find the children diving into the bowl. The area around them were already splattered with chocolate and even the walls were not spared.

After a short scolding session, Boruto and Himawari were standing side by side, their head down and their hands obediently clasped in front them. "We're sorry, Papa."

Naruto let out a breath, his anger dissipating. "Well, we still have enough to cover one layer. I guess. Come on."

With one last stroke they finished the cake. Naruto smiled at the awestruck faces of his children. They probably saw the cake as something that was shining and sparkling beautifully. A sudden jolt surprised him and he knew immediately it was Hanabi warning him they were close. He looked around the kitchen. There was no time to clean up the mess and his children.

"Let's go. It's time to greet Mama."

It was late afternoon when they arrived back home.

"Nee-chan."

Hinata paused from the doorway and turned to her sister. She blinked at the small package in front of her.

"Happy birthday, Nee-chan." Hanabi smiled at her.

"Hanabi…" Hinata took the small package and held it close. "Thank you."

Her little sister took a step closer and hugged her. "Thanks for going with me to the mall."

"Don't you want to go in?" Hinata asked when her sister turned.

Hanabi looked over her shoulder and smirked. "I'm sure Naruto-nii wants you all to himself now."

Hinata flushed before farewells were exchanged. She faced the door and wondered at her sister's words. Although she tried not to make a big deal out of it, Naruto still hadn't greeted her.

Well, it wouldn't do well for her to dwell on it for long. She let out a huff, feeling a little annoyed at her handsome husband and turned the knob.

"I'm home."

"Happy birthday, Mama!"

Familiar voices echoed throughout the house and Hinata was rooted to her spot. In front her was her husband holding a small chocolate cake and Boruto and Himawari clinging to either side of their father's legs.

"We helped Papa make this cake for you!" Himawari happily exclaimed.

"So basically, we made it together!" Boruto added, proud.

"Happy birthday, Hinata-nyan," Naruto greeted, his smile sheepish.

Hinata wasn't able to resist and she moved forward and kissed her husband before bending down and hugging her children.

"You remembered?"Hinata asked, smiling, as she nuzzled her little angels.

"Of course, Mama!" Himawari replied.

"So don't ever think we'll forget again next year," Boruto assured.

Hinata nodded and smiled, her eyes welling with unshed tears. "Thank you."

Naruto crouched down, too, and held the cake up. "Now, let's attack this and have Mama make another batter of icing for the remaining cake."

Squeals filled the Uzumaki household then.

OMAKE

Earlier at the mall...

"Hanabi," Hinata called as she watched her sister go through a series of dresses. "This thing that you have to go to tomorrow, is it a date with Konohamaru?"

Hanabi stopped dead on her tracks and turned to her sister, her face flaming. "It's not a date! It's just a thing!"

The older sister blinked at the younger sister's outburst and giggled. "If you say so."