It was Ino.
She didn't need the scroll seal to know.
She woke before the others, hand over her belly, already feeling it — that faint, second chakra signature pulsing low in her core. It wasn't strong yet.
But it was hers.
And it was his.
She stood over Naruto's resting form, nude, nipples hard from the chill and emotion. His chest rose slowly, one arm around Hinata's waist, the other hand still twitching from chakra draw.
She leaned down.
Kissed his cheek.
Whispered…
"I'm pregnant."
That woke him.
Fully.
He sat up slowly, eyes wide, mouth parted.
"You're sure?"
She took his hand.
Guided it to her belly.
"Feel."
A pause.
A tremble.
His hand pulsed with instinctual chakra.
Two signatures.
Her…
And something new.
He gasped.
And then…
He cried.
The house stirred.
Sakura appeared first — smiling, though her fingers gripped the wall a little harder.
Sasuko followed — quiet, jaw clenched.
Tsunade?
She simply exhaled, nodded, and smiled.
Another child.
Another legacy.
Another woman blessed with the fox's gift.
Later that night, the harem circled Naruto again.
Not to fuck.
But to honor.
He lay back, cock already hard, his body full of chakra and emotion.
Ino straddled him this time, tears in her eyes, her movements slow, sacred.
Each thrust was affirmation.
That he'd made life again.
That her body was his garden.
When he came inside her, she screamed his name like a prayer.
And when she collapsed into his arms, Sakura was already crawling up the bed.
Not for pregnancy.
But for closeness.
She whispered to Ino:
"Let me hold it too."
Her hand joined Naruto's over Ino's womb.
Sasuko followed.
Then Hinata.
Then Tsunade.
And as they all touched the place where his seed bloomed, they whispered the only word that truly mattered anymore:
"Ours."