Rain pattered softly against the windows of the Harem Seal House.
Inside, the air was still.
Tension hummed low.
And in the bathing chamber, Hinata sat alone in a shallow pool, knees drawn to her chest.
She hadn't bled.
She hadn't spotted.
But she'd felt it.
A cramp.
A shift.
A fear.
Her hand trembled slightly over her womb.
When Naruto found her, she didn't speak.
He just stepped into the pool, clothed only in his robe, kneeling behind her.
"Tell me," he whispered.
Hinata swallowed.
"I… I thought I felt it pull. Like chakra slipping."
He placed both hands gently over her belly.
His voice cracked.
"I can't lose you. I can't lose either of you."
He pulled her into his lap, warm water rising to their waists.
Cradled her.
Whispered into her ear.
And when he kissed her shoulder, she shivered.
"I want to feel you," she whispered. "To remind us both that we're still here."
He undid the tie on her robe.
Undid his own.
Her body moved slowly — not with lust, but with need.
His cock slid between her folds as if pulled there by gravity.
She gasped as he entered her.
Deep.
Full.
Home.
He didn't thrust.
He just held her.
Their bodies connected.
The heat of the water rising around their hips.
His hands on her stomach.
His lips on her neck.
"I love you," he whispered into her skin. "More than breath. More than chakra."
"I'm yours," she whispered. "All the way to the child."
They moved together like a tide.
No pace.
Just rhythm.
When he came, he stayed deep inside.
Marking her.
Filling her.
And tears streamed down both their cheeks.
Not from pain.
Not from pleasure.
From belonging.
Outside the pool, the harem watched silently.
None interrupted.
None envied.
They just placed hands over their own wombs, hearts swelling, eyes wet.
Because in that moment…
There was no rivalry.
Only love.
And deep inside Hinata… the child stirred.
Still there.
Still strong.