I Must Still Be Dreaming

After the birthday candles were completely blown out, the lights in the room quickly came on.

Himawari happily clapped her little hands, while Boruto picked up a knife and volunteered to cut and serve the cake.

Warm laughter immediately filled the dining table. Even Sasuke, who usually loved keeping a straight face, was quietly eating from a small paper plate.

By the time the last piece of cake was cut, the well-fed Himawari had already fallen asleep on Minato's lap, her little hand still tightly clutching an unfinished strawberry.

Boruto let out a long yawn, tilted his head against the sofa back, and his eyelids began fighting each other.

The night had grown so deep that barely any stars could be seen. Naruto held his cup and swept his gaze around the living room.

Only then did everyone remember a very practical problem.

His house was not exactly small, but with so many people suddenly staying over, there simply were not enough guest rooms to go around.

Kushina did not give him any room to hesitate. She looked around, directly hooked an arm through Minato's, and unapologetically slapped her other hand onto Naruto's shoulder.

"Your dad and I will sleep on the living room floor tonight. That way, we can watch you get up for work tomorrow morning, you brat!"

Kushina's words scared away every trace of sleepiness Naruto had just begun to feel.

Naruto opened his mouth, wanting to object but not daring to. He could only nod with a miserable expression.

Hinata stood by the kitchen entrance, twisting the towel in her hands several times, unable to hide the troubled look on her face.

For a moment, she truly had no idea how to arrange the remaining guests.

Sakura saw Hinata's awkwardness and quickly stepped forward to defuse