I had about thirty hours before I had to be at the train station when I finally got home. Hanabi never was one to give much consideration. Maybe the short notice lent some credibility to the lie that this was a business trip of some sort. In any case, I at least had my workday to think. Think about how to best break the news and talk to Hinata.

Telling her that I was taking the kids with me to the nursery tomorrow for my last day in the office lightened the blow a little, not that she'd never complain openly about my supposed work, but it was still obvious she was sad. Then of course there was the 'kids, daddy's going away for a little while talk' that was always an ordeal.

It was part of what made these trips so conflicting.

On one hand, it killed me to see my wife upset, to be away from her for a long stretch of time, to say nothing of the kids. Still though, a house with ten children and two women could be exhausting, a little time away was just so sweet. Even the ten days I'd be spending at my second home with Mei felt like a vacation, a big house with my three quiet, well-behaved children? As opposed to the Uzumaki manner?

It was practically a spa.

I was looking forward to it and I felt oh so guilty about that fact.

Hinata knew me too well to miss it.

She cuddled up to me, resting her head on my heart as I stared sleeplessly at the ceiling. The room remained silent until I lifted a hand to brush her soft, messy hair. Her whole body seemed to sag in relief with the sigh she let out.

"Naruto, you have nothing to feel guilty about, you know that don't you?" she assured, reminding me oh so sweetly what a piece of shit I was. "Why are you being so hard on yourself?"

"I feel bad because I'm looking forward to it, a break from the kids I'm leaving you with," I answered, deciding to show her at least a modicum of honesty.

"You think I don't look forward to you taking the kids to work two days a week?" she laughed lightly, hugging me tighter. "I love our children more than anything, I know you do too,"

"I should be a better father," my mind was bouncing between the thoughts of my flock here at the house and my children with Mei. Then of the bastard with Temari I never saw, of Kiba's little sister who saw me once a week twice if she was really lucky, of Karu who didn't know I was her dad, of the two kids with Hanabi who I had no say in the raising of, Ino's son who might be mine.

They all seemed happy, healthy, and well cared for!

How close did I really watch them though?

How much more time would there be for Hinata and my legitimate children if I had just kept my dick in my pants?

My mind didn't stop until Hinata had moved to straddle me, her dark hair draping my face in the shadowy bedroom. I lifted my hand to her face and accepted the soft kiss she gave. We stared into each other's eyes a moment before she spoke.

"I love you. I think you're an amazing father," she kissed me again. "The kids love you too, they're not scared of you or… obsessed with pleasing you, they know you love them, that you'll always love them," another kiss. "It's so much more than I got growing up,"

"Yeah, and you turned out basically perfect," I added as if I was continuing her thought. Offering a tired smile as my hands came up to squeeze that wonderful rear resting on me. Even in the dark, I could see the blush, or maybe sense it. That adorable fucking way she tucked her chin in, hid in her hair.

"Naruto…" she protested lightly.

"Well you did," I pushed further, slowly combing my hands up that perfect ass, slowly rubbing up and down her perfect belly until eventually moving up to gently cup her perfect, round breasts. I pulled up to kiss the exposed top of them. She shoved them into me until I laid back down comfortably. Rather then fight her I worked at delicately pulling down her simple nightgown, exposing more of the tender flesh for me to feast on.

She hummed happily, wrapping her arms around my head as I enjoyed that most precious place. Literately sandwiched between her two massive boobs. I kissed them again and again, my hands now fondling them as I did. All the right spots were memorized long ago. She was purring like a happy kitten when I finally stopped.

There was a squeak of protest at the action but she happily accepted my kiss. I licked her lazily and pulled down her underwear, raising that gown up in the process of course. She groaned her enthusiastic approval of this action into my mouth as more of her soft skin was exposed to the cool air. I lined it up at her entrance and she pushed it inside. Letting herself fall on it in the most wonderful way.

One hand returned to her rump as I rocked into her.

The other continued twiddling on her breasts as they rubbed back and forth on my covered chest. Her hands were still in my hair, scratching and gripping as she hummed contentedly. We moved at a steady, easy pace. Enjoying the quiet intimacy of the moment. The intimate kiss and cuddle that we shared as I made tender love to her. I did love her. I really did, I swear! She was worth more than anything, she was my rock, the unconditional love that I'd never had and now needed so desperately.

She was happy! I made her happy wasn't that all that mattered? The noises coming out of her were utter euphoria, she was drunk on just a little bucking and bouncing. Come to think of it, that meant she had cum.

Gently, I broke our kiss. She tried to grumble but just ended up cooing and humming into my shoulder. My focus was on deep breaths, making her cum again wouldn't be easy, lasting that long that is. I could always finish her off with my fingers. The fingers not clenching her ass were currently up on her neck, petting her through that soft cushion of hair.

"I love you so much," I muttered into her ear, feeling her clench at the words as her squeal went up a pitch. "I don't deserve a wife as amazing as you, but fuck I fucking love you," I continued, my words a groan at this point, thankfully she took that moment to begin her adorable quiver. Shaking lightly like a vibrating toy almost, going limp as a noodle after. It was really something else. She was just starting to go limp when I burst inside her, planting my seed deep in her snatch.

Even if it was pointless at the moment.

It was on that note I gently flipped my wife over, laying her on her back and easing any strain on her swollen stomach. I rubbed my hand over it, while she was still more or less out.

My mind was full of visions of babies, of all the wonderful moments there were with each and every one of them. There was gonna be another. Another newborn, another set of first steps and first words, another little rugrat dashing around the living room trying to escape whatever feeble baby barrier Hinata bought.

There were going to be three more.

Hanabi's I'd see all the time, but only as a nephew or niece. They wouldn't live here at the house. I wouldn't be there when they woke up scared in the night but… I trusted Hanabi, right? If I knew one thing about her it's that she loved those children. She could be cold, harsh, and even short-tempered sometimes, but their faces lit up in smiles whenever she came to pick them up.

Mei's I would see… well, convincing her to have another was a trial in itself. Another reason to feel scummy if I was honest. Still, it was the lovingly saved memories of a beautiful, domestic, pregnant Mei that I swam to sleep with that night.

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