Temari glared daggers at him all night, just about every time Sakura spoke.

He was still frightened.

So much so that he was thinking about it even now, here, lying on his back in Hinata's bed and holding the teddy bear of a woman firmly in place atop his chest. She brought him no small comfort with her presence, and this moment was no exception. God the look on her face even now, that content carefree smile, like absolutely everything in the world was perfect.

"Hinata I'm sorry," he muttered out without thinking, feeling a pit in his stomach looking at it. She only opened her eyes and looked up with concern. That damn smile was still there. "Just… for everything, for Sakura and-"

"-Naruto it's okay," she assured, gently cutting him off as she rested her head back over his heart. "I'm the one who asked for this, begged for it," she mumbled, cheeks growing a bit redder.

"Still though," he grumbled, thinking about Tenten and Mebuki, about the passionate fuck with Temari he'd enjoyed so much not twenty-four hours ago. "You deserve better than this,"

"Better than the savior of the known world? The lord Hokage himself showering me with affection?" she teased gently. "Naruto I'm so happy right now. So much happier…" she confessed, closing her eyes once more. It was a surprise when she said more. "You remember what you said when I told you I was pregnant?" her cheeks grew a permanent pink flush as she continued, her voice growing almost mystified. "That feeling, knowing that I wanted to give you my child, that I was going to, that I was excited too, how much that feeling touched you?"

The guilty young man said nothing, though his hands crept up to rest on her round belly.

"You make me feel that exact same way. Every time you smile at my stomach, every time you…er….. planted your seed in me. It makes me feel so proud, so loved and accomplished," she continued, starting to struggle with her words even as she remained hidden behind her eyelids. "I've never felt so wonderful in my life,"

Feeling touched beyond words, and afraid to open his mouth, Naruto dipped his head down into her hair, sniffing the lovely soapy aroma as he hugged her a bit tighter. He kissed her neck twice. Spent a couple of minutes just holding her and appreciating the feeling of doing so.

"I still can't believe we're going to have a baby," he admitted eventually. Just three or four more months now, they were over halfway through the pregnancy. In less than a year he'd be living here with Hinata and his adorable new kid like a normal family, hell they'd probably be married by then too. A real, proper family.

It was so close.

It was going to be his. Hinata already knew about Temari, already forgave it, accepted it even. Hell, he could probably lose his office and the esteem of the village without losing her. It was such an incredible relief to know that. To know this rock wouldn't budge. That no matter how things turned out he would have her, that for perhaps the first time in his life, he was loved unconditionally.

His hands palmed her swollen stomach as he spoke up again.

"I love you so much Hinata," he began, feeling the soft skin as his fingers dipped past the robe's flaps. Her whole body was just a bit bigger, a bit softer, he loved it. He loved the two balls of fat a little further up especially. "God it's worth keeping you pregnant just for this," he mumbled without thinking, kissing her scalp as he slowly stroked the enormous melons.

"So you'll get me pregnant again?" she asked, suddenly serious, though still smiling blissfully.

"If you want," he replied simply, laying a peck on her temple. "I always wanted a big family,"

"I want a hundred beautiful, blonde little Naru-babies," she cooed, making his already stiff cock throb against her. There was no complaint as he gently lifted her off, wiggled his way to lean over her on the bed. In fact, she snickered when he gave her chest another firm squeeze after settling.

"Well, let's just take it one at a time," he joked, leaning down and taking her mouth. It wasn't the first time they'd talked about the future, including family things, but doing so always seemed to end like this.

Hinata cooed against his mouth, eyes closed and floating through a sea of bliss. This all still felt like a dream. Naruto was here with her, Naruto loved her, she was carrying Naruto's child! It was too good to be true. So what if some yappy, selfish old flame of his had a gold band on her finger? She was the one he was spending his life with! At the office and now here too! She was the one who comforted him, supported and cared for him.

She was the one he was making a family with.

A fresh squee of pleasure rang out as his hands dipped into her womanhood.

He loved the sounds she made. Always so muffled and filled with struggle. Like she was embarrassed of them, embarrassed to be heard so vulnerable and overwhelmed even by him. Poor, shy little Hinata. How had he never seen her earlier? He could have put a half-dozen kids in her by now if he had wised up the minute he turned 18!

Well, maybe it was for the best.

The flustered gasp that spilled out of her mouth told him that she was cumming, wanting to punish her a little for not speaking up sooner, he pressed the attack. Soon the gasp gave way to a gurgling half coherent protest as she tried to form a sentence. Finally, one of those little hands slapped down over his on her snatch, tugged at him until he pulled it away.

"You make the sexiest noises," he told her as he brought his hand up to smell her.

"Narutoooo," she whined, hand still latched onto his wrist, tugging him over her while she struggled not to smile. When he just lay down on top of her and smiled she made another delicious noise of frustration. "Put it in," she demanded quietly.

Eager to obey, he lined his cock up with the wonderful little place that had brought him such pleasure.

They both hummed as he slid inside. Within five thrusts Naruto decided he needed a better view of that glorious, wide smile dominating her face. He hunched over her and put his forehead to hers. Her eyes creaked open just the slightest bit, the grin tugged upwards.

All the while the slow thrusting continued. The tender warmth of her insides was like the world's greatest comfort blanket as he savored every inch inserted. Just like everything else about the woman. She just radiated peace, comfort, that feeling of contentment. At least she did when she was happy.

That fucking smile.

He didn't stop staring and admiring until her eyes creaked open again, the blush darkened and she finally said something.

"Naruto, kiss me," she whined, shutting her eyes tight. It was about the cutest fucking thing he'd ever seen in his life, and so he was happy to reward her, even if it meant abandoning the view. Besides, the delicious murmurs she released as they slowly kissed were a sensory delight of their own.

Especially when they rose in pitch, when the arms that rose up to hug him clenched down harder as if seeking to anchor herself. A grip she kept even as she squealed out her orgasm, squeezing his cock deliciously as her body tried to milk his for its load. Naruto saw no reason to fight it.

The sight of her splayed out on the bed, slightly dampened in sweat, eyes now closed in exhausted contentment…

He felt more pride as a man than he'd ever earned from a battlefield victory.

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