Genya's father went rigid.
"N-no, nothing..."
Izumi smiled and said nothing.
But that smile sent a chill down his spine.
He hurriedly sat up straight, keeping his eyes fixed ahead.
Never again. I wouldn't dare.
Izumi turned her gaze back to her son.
She stood and walked over to Genya.
Chinatsu hurried to make room, but Izumi held her in place.
"It's fine. Keep going."
She crouched down and looked at her son.
Genya opened his eyes.
"Mom, what is it?"
Izumi reached out and gently stroked his head.
"Xiao Ye."
"Hmm?"
"There's something I want to tell you."
Genya sat up a little straighter.
"What is it?"
Izumi looked at him and spoke earnestly.
"I don't mind you spending your days enjoying life. You're young. Enjoy yourself while you can."
Genya nodded.
"But!"
Izumi changed her tone.
"With all this enjoying yourself, shouldn't you be thinking about something serious too?"
Genya raised an eyebrow.
"What serious business?"
Izumi smiled.
"Giving your mother a little grandson soon."
The entire room fell silent for a second.
Then!
"Pfft..."
Shisui sprayed out a mouthful of tea.
Itachi's mouth twitched.
The three elders' eyes widened.
Fugaku's hand froze in midair, still holding his tea.
Mikoto covered her mouth, her shoulders shaking with laughter.
Chinatsu's face went scarlet, and she nearly dropped the grape in her hand.
Akari and Akane flushed bright red too, their massaging hands freezing in place.
Genya's father abruptly looked up, no longer bothering to hide anything as he stared at his wife in disbelief.
Perfectly composed, Izumi smiled at her son.
"What? Did I say something wrong?"
Genya was silent for three seconds.
Then he took a deep breath.
"Mom."
"Hmm?"
"Could you... pick a different occasion to bring this up?"
Izumi blinked.
"What's wrong with this occasion? We're