"Daddy!"

Ino was looking at her with a cheeky grin as she swirled the martini in her glass with the olive skewer.

Hinata blinked back at her friend in surprise. There was no way to hide the blush covering her face. But it didn't matter because all the women grouped around the table were just as red as she was.

"What?" Hinata asked in a hushed tone.

Ino gave another trilling laugh, brought the skewer with the olive closer to her lips, and popped one into her mouth. As she chewed it, her gaze turned coy and playful. "Don't make me say it again, Hinata!"

"Oh, stuff it, Ino!" Sakura said with a glare. "We all know you want to say it again."

Tenten smirked and took a piece of cheese from the platter in front of her. "Ino, Sakura's right. Just say it one more time—and this time, in the way you really would use it with Sai."

"Hmph!" Ino said with a pout, but then she dropped her tone and in an unmistakable breathy voice cried out, "Daddy!" as if she was in the throes of passion, right in the middle of sex.

Hinata gasped in surprise and brought her hands up to fan her face, but she almost knocked over the wine glass in front of her. Luckily, she avoided it in time and was able to briskly wave both hands to cool her suddenly heated cheeks.

Meanwhile, Sakura and Tenten, who were sitting across from her, were laughing with hilarity. Tenten wiped the tears from her eyes as Sakura took a sip of her own cocktail, a Moscow Mule.

"Oh, Ino! Really?!" Hinata squeaked again, shocked all the way to her toes.

Tenten chuckled again and took a sip of her own wine. "See, Hinata? And you wanted to go out to a restaurant for this conversation. It's a good thing I offered my place for Girls' Night Out instead. I don't think Ino should be making those sounds in public."

Ino laughed and batted her eyelashes teasingly again. "How do you know I haven't?"

This time, even Tenten's jaw dropped.

"You haven't," came Sakura's dampening voice. "You would've told us a long time ago if you have."

"Okay, fine," Ino relented then giggled when she slanted a look at Hinata's face, her eyes round as saucers. "Hinata, you need to blink!"

Tenten laughed. "And breathe."

Hinata did as she was told. Several times.

Still giggling, Ino patted Tenten's arm and said, "Oh, and Tenten, really. Thanks for having us over for tonight so we can discuss this properly and not hold anything back."

"Oh, yeah no worries!" Tenten replied. "This is so awesome! But I just wish Temari could have joined us, too. Next time, when she's not on a mission, we'll include her in this discussion."

Everyone nodded.

Hinata was still reeling from this "discussion," her hands plastered to her cheeks as she gazed at her friends.

"As I was saying—before Ino rudely interrupted," Sakura said with a pout. "The scientific literature says that some men do find it a turn on when women use the term 'Daddy' with their partners during sex."

"Scientific literature, my ass!" Ino countered as she drained the rest of her drink. She got up and mixed another martini at the kitchen counter. "Just say you were curious and looked it up."

"What if I did?" Sakura said with a glare.

Ino laughed. "Yeah, well I'd say I did, too. Once."

Sakura snorted with laughter then. "Fine."

Tenten smiled. "I'm sure we all have. It's another way to explore sex, right? Especially for you guys who have loving partners and are in committed relationships."

All this time, Hinata watched them banter and stayed quiet, hoping to be spared from participating in this conversation.

Sakura noticed and she grabbed Tenten's attention.

"We need to fill her glass, she's still sober," Sakura instructed. She peered more closely at Hinata's face. "Yep. She's definitely not tipsy cause she's still not talking."

Tenten reached over and poured more wine into Hinata's glass.

They all took a sip from their drinks.

Hinata took a deep gulp. This was not what she had intended when she'd sought the girls out.

"Though I'm surprised you would ever bring up the topic of dilfs with us, Hinata," Sakura said with a smile at her.

Hinata had told them about the incident two weeks ago with the young kunoichi giggling over Naruto being a dilf and the joke that Sai had played on her. They'd all laughed and poked more fun at her innocence. But what Hinata had wanted to know was how the other wives felt about their husbands possibly being seen and thought of as dilfs by other women.

"Oh, if I knew who they were, I'd crack their skulls together," was Sakura's response.

"I wouldn't be so violent as Sakura," came Ino's reply. "But I would definitely get into their brains with my mind techniques and instruct them to jump into the sea."

Tenten had raised her hand up in the air and said, "I'm going to be blunt. I don't want to think of your husbands as dilfs. Just ew."

By their reactions, Hinata was at least reassured that it was normal to feel a teensy bit jealous. She'd felt a little uncertain about herself when she'd realized that there were women out there who thought her husband was handsome—and were not shy expressing those opinions to others.

But then the conversation had taken a turn for the worse when the topic of having sex with their dilf husbands came up—hence Ino's performance.

"Like I said, I've never said it to Sai, but that's how I might say it."

Ino smiled suggestively at everyone. "Why don't we all try it and then compare their reactions later on?"

This time, Hinata pressed her hands to her eyes and shook her head vigorously. "No! I can't do it with Naruto, Ino! It's too embarrassing!"

Sakura gazed down at her drink and mumbled, "I'll do it."

Tenten had a smile on her face, imagining who she'd like to try it with. "I'm down!"

They all looked at Hinata when she dropped her hands from her face.

"That leaves only you, Hinata…" came Ino's teasing voice.

"I need more wine," she whispered. Then she gave the tiniest of nods.

Loud cheers and more giggling erupted.

Hinata tried to be careful, but she still stumbled over her shoes in the entranceway of the apartment.

Not expecting any response because of the lateness of the hour, she mumbled a quiet, "I'm home."

But she was wrong. The lights flickered on and she heard Naruto's footsteps in the hallway. The door opened, and he greeted, "Welcome home, Hinata."

There was a smile on his face and a sleeping toddler in his arms. Boruto's head was leaning against Naruto's shoulder.

Hinata smiled at the picture they made.

Naruto laughed quietly. "Watch," he said. He tried to pry the sleeping Boruto off his body, but the little boy protested with a sleepy whine and his fingers gripped his father's shirt more tightly. "He refuses to let go. I've tried several times to put him in his crib, but he only cries and doesn't want to release his hold on my t-shirt."

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the overwhelming feeling that she was so blessed in her life, but Hinata suddenly found herself in tears. To hide her reaction, she stepped into the hall to wrap her arms around her boys.

"Hinata!" cried the bewildered Naruto as he gave her a one-armed hug. "You okay?"

She nodded and wiped away her tears. "I'm more than okay, Naruto. I'm just really happy."

Naruto frowned, kissed her briefly on the lips, and then sniffed. "And really drunk?"

She laughed then. "Oh, god, yes! I had to be because I couldn't keep up with the conversation with the girls."

He studied her closely then he scrunched his face into a suspicious frown. "I don't think I want to know why you'd need to be drunk to have a conversation with Sakura and the girls."

Which reminded Hinata about her mission tonight, the directive from the girls. She flushed and shook her head. "Yeah, don't ask."

"Okay." He pressed another kiss on top of her head and looked down at Boruto. "I'll try one more time to put him to bed and you can go take a shower if you want."

She smiled up at him and patted Boruto on the back. "Boruto," she whispered. "I'm home, baby." Then she leaned down to give him a kiss.

Boruto sighed in his sleep and turned his face away from Naruto's neck and leaned his other cheek on his father's shoulder, but his grip on Naruto's shirt never slackened.

"Good luck," she told Naruto.

The smile lingered on Naruto's face as he turned and walked towards Boruto's bedroom, his hand rubbing up and down the boy's back the way Hinata had just done.

Hinata took her time in the bath, fighting her nervousness. She sat in the warm water until it cooled. Half of her dreaded his reaction, half of her looking forward to it. Now that she was home, the alcohol had evaporated and she was stone-cold sober.

She knew she was stalling, taking her time in the tub. She was hoping that he was already asleep by the time she would slip into bed.

But Naruto was wrapping his arm around her waist when he'd felt Hinata tuck herself into his body, her back to his chest, her legs resting on the top of his thighs, her head pillowed on his arm.

"He only cried a couple of times," he murmured tiredly against her ear.

"But there was a smile on his face when I stopped to kiss him good-night. I think he's dreaming of you," she whispered.

He chuckled in response and then after a few minutes, Hinata heard his deep breathing. He was asleep.

She sighed with relief. Not tonight then.

Tomorrow morning, she was going to disappoint the girls when she told them that she hadn't used the term during sex.

But for some reason, she was wide awake and was thinking of the conversation again, the way Ino had sounded so sultry and so sexy when she'd said it.

She didn't think she could do it, but luckily, Naruto was asleep and there was time to practice it, to gain confidence so that she could say it someday to him.

She took a careful breath, opened her mouth, and tried, "D-D—" But she broke off because she was still embarrassed.

Then she could hear in her mind the girls admonish her for backing down on something she'd said she would do.

Yoshi! I don't go back on my word, she told herself. One more time.

"Ddi," she was able to mumble.

Okay, better. It was getting easier to say it.

This time, she used the back of her hand to muffle her lips and managed to whisper, "Daddy."

Hinata was happy with herself when she managed to actually say the word.

But something was missing… and then she realized she was missing the sexiness of the word. It just sounded like she was calling Naruto Tou-chan, the way Boruto did.

She shook her head. No, that wasn't what she meant. That was too normal. It wasn't sexy at all.

Hinata closed her eyes and remembered again what the girls told her, their advice to help her get over her shyness. "Remember, it's all about him. You're making him feel like a man, to make him feel good about himself, about you guys sharing the act of sex together."

In her best sultry voice, she murmured, "Daddy."

But she frowned at herself because it didn't sound right.

"Daddy," she whispered again, mimicking the way Ino had done it earlier that night. But she shook her head because it just didn't sound as erotic as Ino's way.

She closed her eyes and recalled the way Ino had acted...but then the thought of Naruto suddenly popped into her head—the way he always looked without his shirt on, his warm skin under her hands, the way his body always felt heated when they were making love, the strength of his hands on her waist when he would pull her hips up to meet his thrusts and realized that she could be sexy if she just thought about how much she enjoyed being with him.

"Daddy!" she gasped aloud, eyes closed.

"What?" Naruto suddenly said against her ear.

And then Hinata instantly found herself pressed against the mattress with Naruto on top of her, his eyes wide open and gazing intently at her.

"Hinata, did you just call me Daddy?"

"Wait, you weren't sleeping?!" she squeaked in panic.

"Hinata, I waited for you all evening. I was just trying to think of a way to get you to have sex with me tonight because I thought you were tired from your night out with the girls."

"Argh!" She closed her eyes in embarrassment. "Naruto! Why didn't you say anything when I was practicing?!"

His smile was strained. "I didn't know what you were doing at first. But when I realized it, I didn't want to stop you. It was too cute!"

"Oh, god!"

But he was staring at her lips and missed the way her eyes had widened. "But you did, didn't you, Hinata? You said Daddy!"

"No, I didn't!" Hinata squeezed her eyes shut again. His eyes were too intense. She shook her head.

But Naruto stopped her shaking head with the kiss he pressed on her opened mouth. She could feel him straining hard against her, between her legs, and felt the answering heat in the pit of her belly, the nervous flutter that never left her even though she knew what was about to happen.

His mouth was busy, probing, licking, sucking at her lips, murmuring words of worship she couldn't distinguish but it caught Hinata up in his ardor, the desperate way his hands were roaming under her t-shirt, reaching for her breasts, caressing gently, but firmly, over her flesh. She could feel her nipples hardening with each brush of his fingers.

She brought her hands to his face, gripped him, pressed her mouth more firmly against his, became the aggressor and met his fierce kiss with her own ardor, almost sobbing because his hand wouldn't stop kneading her breasts, making her aware of how wet she was becoming between her legs.

And she was hot, wanting to tear off her clothes and his because there were suddenly too many layers between the two of them. She reached for the edge of his shirt and yanked it up just as he got off his elbows and pressed his hips into her body so he could raise his arms up. Hinata moaned in response and gasped again as she felt her shirt come off and then his skin hot against hers. His hands quickly moved down and did the same to her pajama bottoms and her underwear.

"I want your underwear off, too!" she said as she fumbled with his pants and boxers. He helped her slip them off his legs until finally they were both naked, and hot, and ready to combust.

Naruto flipped her to her side, his breath hot against her neck, his hands gently brushing the hair off her shoulders and then he was kissing her on her exposed skin. They were curled together on their sides and Hinata realized he was going to take her from behind.

She felt him grip her leg and tuck it behind the top of his thigh, even as his fingers found her, slipped into her wet warmth, and lazily stroked in circles, spreading her moisture and playing her as if he had all the time in the world.

But Hinata desperately wanted to come and urged him to move faster, rocked her hips against him, at the hardness pressing against her butt.

"Naruto, please," she murmured, but then her plea ended in another moan as he inserted one more finger into her.

"Hinata, won't you say it one more time?" he sighed against her ear. "The way you just did, the last time you practiced."

She barely registered what he was saying, and because she desperately needed her release, she capitulated, her shyness disappearing as she breathed, "Daddy!"

Instead of surging into her fully, though, he only teased her lightly, barely penetrating her with the tip, disappointing her because she'd braced herself to feel him enter her more deeply. She groaned in protest and only met his hungry lips on her mouth. He withdrew again, making her moan in frustration. She pressed her butt against him one more time. "I need more, Naruto."

"Again, Hinata," he said, still teasing her with light, tickling strokes into her body.

"Oh, god! Daddy!" she moaned, mindlessly, and was rewarded when he finally drove all the way into her and they both hissed at the sensation. Hinata clamped around him, making him grip her body more firmly so he could thrust in deep, nudging all the way, stroking against her, while she frantically urged him on.

Then she was shaking and groaning and pressing her lips against his arm because she didn't want to wake their sleeping toddler with her screams. Until he, too, finally stopped thrusting against her body, the breath left him and she heard him groan her name against her skin as he finally found his own release.

He gave her an hour to rest before his lips found hers in the dark again, whispering, "Hinata, can you say it one more time?"

Despite her exhaustion, Hinata chuckled, hugged him tighter, and said, "You are so hot, Daddy."

She felt the change come over him as he slowly kissed his way down her neck, her chest, her belly button, and lower.

Hinata had been prepared for this, knew that she was not going to get any rest tonight, but she gave a satisfied sigh as she felt his teeth nipping at the skin of her inner thigh.

Dimly, in the back of her mind, she remembered that in the morning, she still needed to give her answer to her friends who would be waiting for her, curious about what she would say.

The girls were waiting, talking animatedly, until Sakura cried out, "Ino, this is not a competition! We were just going to compare the guys' reactions. It's not about who wins or not!"

"Haaaah?" Ino yelled back. "Sakura, with you, it's always a competition!"

"You guys!" Tenten said, her hands over her ears. "It's way too early in the morning to be bickering this much."

"It's 11:00, so it's not early at all," Sakura argued. She frowned at her watch. "But Hinata's late! She's never one to miss appointments."

She looked up to see Tenten and Ino squinting into the distance, past the doors of this cafe they had agreed to for brunch the night before. They were supposed to be comparing notes, discussing the results of the previous night's experiments.

A childish giggle erupted just as a man with blond hair picked him up from the ground and swung him up into the air and then brought him back down to his chest.

"Wait, is that Naruto?" Ino said.

He heard her and the two of them sauntered up to women. Boruto was in front of him, half-running towards their table. "Hey, guys!" Naruto was saying with his usual sunny smile. "Hinata sent me."

But Sakura, Ino, and Tenten ignored him because Boruto had recognized them and had toddled over to his aunties who proceeded to squeal, pick him up, pinch his cheeks, and pass him around like he was a plaything. All the while, he laughed and hugged them.

When they'd finished fussing over his son, they found Naruto frowning at them. "Good morning, ladies," he said with a pout. "Thanks for ignoring me."

Sakura laughed. "Oh, we heard you. Your son's just cuter."

"Well, he looks like me," he retorted.

"Unfortunately," Tenten said.

"Hey!"

Ino chuckled, and then looked down when Boruto squeezed her shoulders. Then he proceeded to play with her long, blond hair, twisting it in his hands. "How come you guys are here? Where's Hinata?"

Naruto reached into his pocket and took out the sealed envelope Hinata had hastily written from the bed this morning.

He gave it to Sakura.

Sakura opened it, and all three women read Hinata's note.

I'm sorry, girls, but THIS is my answer. I had to send Naruto with my message because I can barely stand, much less walk. I am exhausted!

Hinata had underlined the last word three times and added a happy face right after.

The other girls looked at each other and laughed.

"Right! Good girl, Hinata! She did it!" Ino said triumphantly, sweeping Naruto from head to toe with an admiring look. He looked fresh as a daisy but they could imagine Hinata, who lacked his unwavering stamina, probably curled up on their bed.

Ino then turned back to her friends with a rueful smile. "Here's the answer to our question, then. I guess Hinata wins."

Naruto was looking at them in complete confusion. "Hm?"

They only grinned back at him but kept their mouths closed.

He sent them all a suspicious glance one more time, but Boruto squirmed in Ino's arms. She put him down and he ran to Naruto, tugged at his hand, and said, "Tou-chan, swing! Swing!"

Naruto smiled down at Boruto. "That's right! I promised to take you to the playground. Let's go, then."

He waved to the women. "See you guys around!"

Boruto beamed at all of them and did the same little wave that his father did.

Sakura, Ino, and Tenten watched as Naruto walked away, but he was bent low to match his son's shorter height, his hand patiently tugging the toddler along as they made their slow way toward Senju Park.

Sakura smiled fondly at father and son walking. "I think, guys," she said slowly. "Naruto wins."