Chapter 3
Tobirama was now around 5 months pregnant now, his belly had swelled to be bigger than most would have been at 5 months along, Tobirama just assumed it was because all Uchiha babies were huge and the fact his brother was a giant as well.
Hashirama and Madara had been working around the clock the last month to draft up an official peace treaty and were now awaiting the Daimyo to approve their request to make a village.
While awaiting for the treaty to be drafted Tobirama had to continue to stay within the Senju compound. Which for the albino man just made the pregnancy even more of a struggle, as it was harder to meet with the Uchiha clan head regularly to receive the chakra his body so desperately needed to help sustain the fetus growing within him and to make the pregnancy easier on himself.
Tobirama and Madara would meet weekly, at the Nahla river while awaiting for the peace treaty to be finally finalized. Which, to Tobirama’s dismay was almost cutting it close every time, the longer he had to go without the chakra from madara made the pregnancy ten times worse.
Since Tobirama was biologically a male who didn’t possess a womb originally, the pregnancy was a tougher feat than it would be for most. For Tobirama most of his energy and chakra was being supplied to the baby residing inside him, making him weaker the longer he didn’t receive chakra from the baby's father.
With the help of the baby’s fathers chakra the pregnancy becomes less taxing on the white haired Senju’s body as it isn’t just his own chakra sustaining the pregnancy. It had become increasingly taxing for Tobirama to attempt any jutsu, every time he’d attempted any training or jutsu he’d immediately become weak to the point of almost passing out from chakra exhaustion, even just the simple task of sensing the land of fire had become nearly impossible, his sensing range had dropped immensely within this last month.
Now with the peace treaty now finally being finalized, Tobirama would move into the Uchiha compound and live with Madara and Izuna while awaiting for the Daimyo to approve their request for village funds and to start the construction of the village.
Madara and Izuna were accompanied by Hashirama as they waited for Tobirama to finish packing his belongings, as no one knew how long this arrangement would last until the Daimyo would approve their requests, Tobirama was taking almost everything with him. He would most likely be within the Uchiha compound until the birth of the baby, as the village is unlikely to be finished within the next 5 months although he was hopeful.
Tobirama, sealed everything he would be taking into a sealing scroll for easier travel. As he walked out of his home he tossed the scroll at Izuna, the man fumbling to catch it glaring at the albino.
“What the hell Senju!? Carry your own shit.” Izuna yelled, going to throw the scroll back at the other man.
“I’m carrying your niece or nephew, and as it seems currently, I’m carrying the Uchiha’s ‘stuff’ so to speak and for the next 5 months at that, the least you can do is carry my ‘shit’ to the Uchiha compound.” Tobirama said, smirking in full spite, at the way the current Uchiha heirs face contorted at being reminded the white demon would soon give birth to his first niece or nephew, reluctantly deciding to carry the Senju’s stuff at the glare shot his way by his older brother.
Hashirama, Mito, and Touka had met them at the outer gates of the Senju encampment, waiting to see them off.
“Ahhh otouto I’m going to miss you so much!” Hashirama sobbed into Tobirama’s shoulder as he hugged his last little brother tightly.
“Anija, It’ll be fine, we'll all be living together again soon enough. If everything you’ve said about your old friend is true everything will turn out fine.” Tobirama groaned out, not appreciating the air being squeezed out of his lungs.
Reluctantly Hashirama let go of his younger brother, at the glares from Tobirama and oddly enough, both the Uchiha present. With Madara and Izuna now knowing the baby was soon to be Madara’s first child and heir they seem to have become more reluctant of people touching Tobirama so closely, especially his over-excitable elder brother.
“We’ll see you soon otouto.” Mito spoke, smiling softly. As she gracefully embraced her brother-in-law in a hug, sooner letting go than her husband had.
“I’ll miss you Aneja.” Tobirama smiled, laughing at his brother's hysterics in the background that his “precious Tobi” wasn’t going to miss him, only his dear wife.
Next and finally was Touka, she was one of the strongest women and fighters they had, she was their cousin but had always been like a sister they never had.
“You better write to us little cousin, and like we discussed we better get to meet with you at least once every two weeks, if not every week at the Naka river. Understood.” She spoke, bringing her little cousin into a hug as she glared pointedly at the Uchiha over his shoulder, clearly telling both silently if they tried to keep him from their meetings they’d be in for a world of pain.
Both Uchiha shivering at the cold look that promised them death shall they hurt him or keep Tobirama from them. They both agreed silently between the two of them, then and there they’d make sure Tobirama got to see his family at the very least every two weeks. Not as if they were planning to keep him from them before, but both wanted to make sure they kept their heads.
“Yes, I understand Touka. I’ll write and we will meet, I promise.” Tobirama chuckled at his cousin's dramatics.
Soon leaving the embrace and backing away to stand with the two Uchiha again he looked between the three of them and smiled, waving goodbye to them, sighing as he turned and walked away with the Uchiha clan head and heir.
Tobirama’s hands went to rub his lower back as the three of them left on their journey back to the Uchiha’s compound, the strain the baby had been causing on his back was becoming a pain to deal with, being pregnant was no joke he had seriously underestimated the strength it took the women and men who could carry children, to carry a baby and bring them to term.
The baby had continued to grow the last month along with his belly, the baby would now sometimes kick into his ribs causing him to lose his breath suddenly, the baby would also kick elsewhere causing slight pains.
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When the baby had first begun kicking, it had been when Tobirama and Madara had met up to give Tobirama chakra around two weeks ago. Madara and Izuna had traveled to the Senju compound to assist him with the chakra feedings.
Madara had his hand on Tobirama’s stomach pushing chakra within the other male to help alleviate the struggle and pains of the unplanned and abnormal pregnancy slightly, when suddenly a slight nudge was felt against Tobirama’s skin from within and against Madara’s hand.
Both looked at one another with wide eyes, clearly asking if they both had felt what had just happened, and it happened again.
Tobirama’s hand joined Madara’s hand as they both gasped at the movement again, Madara staring in bewilderment at the white haired Senju’s stomach, Hashirama and Izuna jumping up and rushing over at both their brothers shocked gasps and expressions, yelling asking what was wrong and what had happened.
Tobirama looked up from his protruding stomach and Madara who was still staring in utter shock, met both his brother's eyes and Izuna's, he spoke.
“The baby… they just kicked… I’ve felt slight movements and subtle kicks but this one was different.” Tobirama spoke still dumbfounded with what had just occurred.
Both Izuna and Hashirama rushed over to the both of them placing their hands alongside theirs waiting to feel their niece or nephew kick as well. After a while it seemed like nothing was going to happen.
“I guess they don’t want to say hello to their uncles.” Madara laughed.
Hashirama cried about how his own niece or nephew didn’t want to say hi to him, while Izuna grumbled, as they both went to withdraw their hands they felt it, a slight nudge. Both were stunned into silence at feeling the baby's kick.
“It just seems the baby likes their fathers voice.” Madara teased their stunned brothers, laughing at Izuna’s wide eyed face and Hashirama's tear streaked one, the baby once again kicking, nudging all their hands, almost as if confirming that the baby enjoyed Madara’s voice.
Hashirama sobbed even more at feeling the kick. The two Uchiha brothers along with Tobirama looked at the older Senju exasperated, beginning to laugh at his antics.
“Are you sure you don’t want to know their gender until the birth, otouto?” Hashirama asked once he had recovered from his episode, as he ran his glowing green hands over his younger brothers stomach, he had taken it in his own hands to follow up each chakra feeding session with a mandatory check up to see whether or not the baby was growing correctly and that Tobirama and the baby were in good health.
With Hashirama’s skill with medical ninjutsu already it was simple for him to learn how to perform medical check up for pregnancy, a few of the elderly healers in the Senju clan taught him extensively about it soon after finding out of Tobirama's pregnancy, knowing the younger Senju wasn’t too fond of others being too close to him even within his own clan, especially with such a sensitive matter.
All eyes turned towards the albino man, asking silently the same thing, awaiting his answer.
“I’m fine with not knowing, as long as they’re healthy I could care less if we have a son or daughter, and no matter what they turn out to be, I’m sure they’ll be loved between both clans. Plus it’ll be like a surprise at the end of it all.” Tobirama chuckled.
“Same here, if that’s what Tobirama wants to do that’s what we’ll do. After all he’s the one suffering the most through this whole ordeal.” Madara spoke, looking at the shocked red eyed man.
“Alright, if that’s what the parents wish.” Izuna grumbled, no real ill intent behind it.
“It is” both Madara and Tobirama spoke at the same time.
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Now while walking to the compound the baby was weighing heavily on his back and constantly kicking his ribs and organs as if they were everywhere at once. Groaning outwardly at one specifically hard kick causing him to stop dead in his tracks, Madara turned to look at the other concerned as to why he had stopped moving only to notice the pained look on the others face.
“What’s wrong?” Madara asked, fear lacing his voice as he moved to place a hand on Tobirama’s shoulder. Seeing slight tears prickling the ruby eyes of the Senju.
“It’s just the baby, they’re…. Huff they’re kicking my ribs and organs again, harder this time. My lower back is also aching because of how the extra weight has put a strain on it.” Tobirama groaned again, a strong kick aimed at his ribs once again. A tear slipping past his tightly shut eyes, Madara looked between his brother who had stopped ahead of them and the man who was carrying his child who was clearly suffering in pain.
Madara walked around to the man’s back, slowly beginning to massage the white haired man’s lower back hoping to relieve some of the pain and tension, the other groaning as the hand pressed hard into his back releasing some of the tension and helping slightly with the pain.
“There’s no shame in it if you need me to help you there somehow, I can carry you on my back or in my arms. Whatever it takes to make the journey simpler for you.” Madara spoke softly into the other ear, making sure Izuna wouldn’t hear their conversation.
“I’m a shinobi, something like this isn’t going to make me weak. I don’t need help.” Tobirama bit out, groaning again as the baby continued to assault his ribs and organs with what almost seemed like precisionly placed kicks.
“You aren’t weak for needing help, especially help from me… this is a big change for your body. Our baby is causing you pain. I want to help you, I don’t like that this is causing you so much pain.” Madara whispered, once again making sure Izuna couldn’t see his mouth that was hidden behind his heap of hair.
“Do as you please then.” Tobirama bemoaned, smiling slightly at the revelation of the other.
Madara kneeled down in front of the other man, allowing for him to climb onto his back, as he stood up with him eating a questioning look from Izuna to which they both ignored as they continued on their journey towards the Uchiha’s compound and home, Tobirama laying his face into Madara’s unruly mane of hair whenever he felt an uncomfortable pain or kick.
Izuna smirked at the actions of both of them, continuing to walk alongside them as he had to continue being the Senju’s personal pack mule, not that he minded too much now although he’d never admit it to anyone.
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As they arrived at the compound they were met with eagerly waiting member of their clan, all curious to see if it was really true that the white demon was pregnant and carrying the next Uchiha heir. They were met with shocked gasps and whispers when entering, at the fact that Madara had the white demon on his back, their clan head rarely being offered his back up to anyone, even within the clan as it was such a great risk.
When Madara kneeled to let the Senju off his back, he slowly struggled to regain his balance after jumping off the other man’s back, with the added weight to his frame he had trouble staying on balance the last bit. As he walked around from the back of the Uchiha clan head, the entirety of the clan let out exclamations at the sight of the white demon.
Rounded belly emerged before anything else made its way around, hand holding under the bump, his hair waving slightly in the breeze as it had grown longer in the past month, since most had seen him at the gates of their compound. The glare and scowl of the white demon however remained the same as always, making most feel the need to be on alert still.
Most the women and some of the men crowded around the Senju bombarding him with questions and pressing for information on the pregnancy, wondering how things went down as for everyone didn’t know the pregnancy wasn’t of natural means, seeing the Senju’s uncomfortableness in the situation Madara butted in, saving him from the enormous amount of questions aimed at the albino.
“Alright, alright settle down. You all can talk with him later, the sun is setting and he still needs to settle into his rooms at my home.” Madara spoke, voice leaving no room for debate or discussion as he led the Senju towards his and Izuna’s home.
“Thank you.” Tobirama spoke softly, clearly tired from the days journey and sudden changes happening suddenly.
“It’s the least I can do for my baby mama.”
“I now sincerely regret everything.” Tobirama said, glaring at the raven haired man, who just threw his head back in laughter at his displeasure of being called that.
“Whatever you say baby mama-rama.” Madara joked again as he led him into the home, allowing the male to sit on the couch to rest his swelling feet.
“Well then oh dear baby daddy of mine, care to rub your baby mama’s feet?” Tobirama said, eyes glinting. He could play that game as well, and it was worth it to see Madara sputter and flail.
Unexpectedly though Madara dropped in front of the other man, taking one of his feet into his hands and began rubbing, Tobirama was dumbfounded.
“You didn’t have to… I was joking.” Tobirama said, trying to take his foot back, Madara’s grip tightened as he continued to rub.
“It’s the least I can do, this can be comfortable.” Madara spoke, as Tobirama finally relented and allowed the other to continue, as Izuna placed his scroll down next to them giving both of them a disgusted face as he went to make dinner.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have Madara Uchiha’s baby after all, Tobirama thought to himself.
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TBC?