Time to meet the parents! [During the summer holidays at Kushina's house. Open to anyone who'd be there, I guess :)]

"Mm... Love you so goddamn much..." she whispered, nibbling at his lower lip. "Can't ever get enough of you..."

"You.. you too," he groaned weakly, still shaking with emotions.

And then, she simply snuggled in at his side, laying her head on his shoulder after kissing his collarbone.

He exhaled softly before breathing in the lovely scent of her hair. "Soah... you think your parents'd mind if I moved in.. permanently?" he joked.

"... I actually doubt they would." she told him honestly.

"...you know, I was kidding," he mumbled. It seemed even more tempting now... but..

"I know. I'm just saying what I think they'd say." she muttered. "If they knew about, y'know, the whole deal, well.."

"...your Dad'd strap me to the fence and do some target shooting on my balls?" Minato shuddered - he could imagine it very vividly.

"Uhm.... No, I didn't mean THAT 'whole deal'. I meant... With your father, and such." she muttered. "I dunno how they'd feel about the pregnancy. Probably just relieved that I winded up getting the abortion."

"Ah. Yeah. Probably." Grateful that he was that the Uzumakis would probably take him in, that particular scar was still too fresh that he could pretend it didn't hurt when she started picking at it.

She noticed, and leant in to kiss him. "We'll make up for that in some years. Won't we? A small kindergarten of our own kids..." a weak giggle.

"Yeah.." a tiny smile broke out on his face. He still had her... everything hadn't gone completely wrong. "That'd mean you'd need to spend an awful lot of time being pregnant, though.."

"Hmm. I probably won't mind too much as long as you'll be around."

"Really? Well..." he blushed a little. "I guess.. I kinda want a lot of kids. When we can afford it."

"Which's why we gotta work our butts off in the start, eh?" a weak grin. "I gotta win some tournaments for you." she smirked and kissed him again. "Beat all those jackasses."

"While I'll be at school trying to get an education so I can feed and clothe you everytime you end up injured," he teased her.

"Me? Injured? That'd mean they had to have hit me. Pfft, never!" she grinned, pointedly ignoring the thing with the broken leg.

"Well, then I guess you better train to make sure you keep up your speed, which still isn't as awesome as mine?" he poked her ribs with a teasing finger.

"Well, your kicks aren't as awesome as mine..." she grinned rather proudly, remembering a dark bruise in his left side she'd been the cause of.

"No, but you still only land them ten percent of the time..."

"But when I do, you tend to double over..." she teased.

"Well... since you put your weight behind them and all..." He did know never to insult girls' weight, but that bruise was a severe sting to his manly pride.

"'My weight', huh? What if I put my weight here?" a pointed, hard rub of a thigh against his groin, just enough that she knew it'd hurt a little.

"OW!!" he howled, rolling into a protective ball to guard his balls. "Damn! Not there!"

A brash laugh, and a poke to his side. "You should know better than to comment on a girl's weight!"