Disclaimer:Naruto isn't mine

Being a dad means taking your wife out as often as she feels like going out. Going out will soon be a memory.

"Can we eat out today? I don't feel like trying to cook." Kiba said as he stretched on the sofa.

"Sure." Shikamaru said flipping a page in his book. They were in the living room trying to enjoy the peace and quiet of the night. The nights were getting colder and longer. Shikamaru hated the winter. Shoveling was one of the biggest pains of the ass in the world.

Kiba looked up from the couch, alarmed. "Shika, are you alright? Did you just say you wanted to go out? What happened to my Shika? The Shika that would have been like "Going out is too troublesome. I would have to get ready and brush my hair and then we would have to decide on a place that we both agree on."?:

"Kiba, I have more than enough common sense than to argue with a pregnant person."

Shikamaru knew that it was because in around three months, Kiba would be claiming he was too fat to be seen by public and Shikamaru knew how troublesome that it would be to deal with.