Chapter 5
Madara awoke to the sound of his door opening, sharingan immediately activating as he grabbed the kunai he always kept by his bedside to protect himself in case of any intruders. War still plaguing his mind, when his eyes finally focused with the aid of the sharingan he saw the so thought intruder.
There in the doorway of Madara’s room stood a very heavily pregnant Tobirama Senju, hands interlocked under his bump. If looks could kill, he'd be in the ground next to his brothers and other clansmen.
Madara straightens up, sharingan red bleeding back into obsidian, dropping the kunai and kicking it under his futon as if Tobirama hadn’t already seen it.
“Tobirama what is it? What’s wrong?” Madara asked, walking over to see the younger man better in the dark room that was only being illuminated by the moon.
He was leaning against the door frame, eyebrows raised in question at Madara’s actions, eyes glaring.
“Your kid woke me up, I was finally comfortable, not being kicked in my ribs or organs. They want inarizushi.” Tobirama bemoaned, moving his hands rubbing a spot under his ribs where their baby had no doubtedly just kicked hard.
When Madara just stared at the albino man in his doorway gaping like a fish, blinking to try to see if he was imagining things, Tobirama continued.
“I can’t make it or I would, Mito or Hashirama would make it for me back at the compound. I'm only good at making dishes with fish.” Tobirama groaned, scowling at the Uchiha clan head.
“This late at night Tobirama? Can it wait until morning?” Madara asked, rubbing his eyes to rid himself of the rest of sleepiness in his eyes.
“Can it wait!? Can it wait? Your son or daughter wants it right now and they won’t leave me alone to sleep so yes this late at night.” Tobirama glared, voice laced with utter venom as he spoke.
“Why are they just my kid now!?” Madara asked, already slipping on his house slippers and making his way to the kitchen, no way Izuna was going to wake before the sun had risen to cook a meal for Madara’s quote ‘baby mama’
“As long as they cause problems they’re your child.” Tobirama spoke in a monotone voice, rolling his eyes.
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Tobirama followed, sitting at the kitchen table moaning when a particularly hard kick was aimed somewhere. Closing his eyes, just hoping the inarizushi would calm the baby so he could sleep.
Madara stood in the kitchen, starting the rice and getting the rest of the ingredients out and ready to make the inarizushi, after a while of cooking the rice had finished.
Madara put out the fire he had lit the stove using katon and allowed the rice to rest for a bit. Turning around to face the younger man who sat at the kitchen table still.
“What’s wrong!?” Madara asked as he saw the albino man’s fists balled up into fists, face contorting in pain as a tear slipped past his defenses.
“They’re always making me cry now, I’ve cried more these past few months than I did when I was a child.” Tobirama said, mostly to himself.
“I haven’t been able to sleep properly this last week, they keep me up all hours of the night. It’s especially hard when they won’t stop their kicking sprees. It hurts when they kick repeatedly.” Tobirama bemoaned as he rubbed his baby bump, obviously trying to soothe another kicking fit.
Madara smiled sympathetically at the ruby eyed man before dropping to his knees in front of him, arms surrounding the baby bump and slowly rubbing it, immediately met with rhythmic thumps against his hand much to Tobirama’s dismay.
“Zu, can you please give your mama a break? He’s really tired, he needs to be able to sleep and rest so he can protect you and let you grow up strong.” Madara smiled as the baby’s slow kicks settled into nothing, the albino man was in shock of course they’d listen to Madara and not to him.
“Zu? Really nicknaming our baby after inarizushi.” Tobirama laughed, rolling his eyes.
The baby, as if to show the likeness of the nickname, kicked hard where Madara was still rubbing.
“Hey! See, the baby likes it! So until they come out and we have a name for them we can call them Zu, especially since they make you crave inarizushi.” Madara defended the ridiculous nickname for their unborn child.
“Dear Kami, Izuna is gonna think we’ve named them after him. Anija will cry if he thinks we named the baby after Izuna.” Tobirama sighed, leaning back into the kitchen chair further as Madara broke out into laughter at the thought.
“Well, we can decide on something else if you don’t like it.” Madara said, feeding some of his chakra into the belly of the albino man, the baby being somehow calmed down slowly being lulled to sleep by their fathers voice and chakra.
“No, it’s kind of cute. It’s just going to be a spectacle with Izuna and Anija.” Tobirama said, rubbing his eyes, as if he could already hear both of their brothers arguing and Hashirama’s wails.
“Let me finish the Inarizushi and then we can go back and lay down until morning.” Madara said, shocking Tobirama when he placed a kiss on his protruding baby bump, shooting a smile up at the red eyed man as he got off the floor and headed to finish the inarizushi.
Tobirama didn’t know what the fuck was happening, Madara Uchiha was being domestic with him. The man who was known as one of the strongest shinobi of their generation, who rivaled hashirama, who Tobirama was sure hated him before all this had happened, kissed his stomach like it was nothing.
Tobirama knew the baby inside him was also Madara’s but that didn’t mean he had to act nice or domestic, he could have denied making inarizushi for Tobirama at the ass crack of dawn. He could have just ignored him and gone back to sleep but he didn’t, he got out of bed and made the inarizushi even though he was clearly tired too.
Madara had made it his mission to make Tobirama as comfortable as he possibly could within his home and within the Uchiha clan’s compound while he carried his child.
Tobirama was drawn out of his own inner thoughts when Madara placed a plate of inarizushi in front of him. Pulling out a chair next to the albino male, sitting beside him waiting for Tobirama to eat the meal he had cooked for him.
Tobirama was hit with the aroma of the inarizushi, when he took one look at the inarizushi and his mouth began to water. Immediately picking up one of them and taking a bite out of it, moaning at the taste.
It was exactly what the baby had been demanding since he had gone to bed that night, Tobirama finished off the inarizushi quickly, Madara was shocked to see how fast the younger man had finished off the 10 inarizushi he had made for him.
Craving now taken care of, he went to get up from his chair to clean the dishes up, he got up as gracefully as a 6 month pregnant person could, struggling for a bit and eventually relenting and letting Madara slightly help him up.
Madara had insisted he do the dishes as well, Tobirama ignored the raven haired man as he took his plate to the sink, starting to wash the cooking utensils and pots Madara had to use for his craving.
“Come on, just let me do it Tobirama. You can go back and rest.” Madara stood beside him as he cleaned the pots and dishes, trying to persuade the albino man to let him take over.
“Madara. I am pregnant, not an invalid. I can do the dishes as well! The baby is fine, they’re awake again anyways so it’s not like I’m gonna get any sleep tonight. Tobirama sighed, finishing the last pot and putting it aside.
Grabbing a towel to dry his hands and turning to face the Uchiha clan head, placing a hand on his hip.
“Just because I have a uterus now, even if it is occupied by your child doesn’t mean I can’t do simple tasks for myself.” Tobirama said, eyes slanted and mouth turned into a scowl yet again.
“I know you can do things yourself! I wasn’t implying you couldn’t, I just know you’re tired… you should be resting, I don’t want you to exhaust yourself, especially with how little sleep you’re getting.” Madara explained, eyebrows furrowed at the outburst of the albino man.
Tobirama sighed, rubbing his eyes as he felt the sting or tiredness come back, he knew he was just agitated that he couldn’t sleep because of the baby and was taking it out on Madara.
Tobirama knew Madara didn’t mean it like that, or had any ill intent with his suggestion. His moods were out of control as of lately, he was not used to feeling emotions so strongly. He was forced to suppress his emotions during war, Hashirama was already the over emotional sibling he couldn’t afford to allow emotions to leave openings that could harm him or his last remaining brother.
Betsuma had put him through rigorous training, border lining on torture to make sure his second son wouldn’t be over taken with emotions as his eldest had been.
Betsuma had only tolerated Hashirama because the mokuton had manifested in him, it was the first time a mokuton user had been born in their clan in hundreds of years. Last one known and recorded was when the war against the Uchiha had first broken out.
Hashirama had more lee way than Tobirama, and their younger brothers ever had. When Kawarama and Itama had fallen against the Uchiha, Betsuma’s training of Tobirama increased tenfold.
Hashirama was spending all his time with Madara when he was younger and in Uzushio courting Mito while he was in his late teens, never fully noticing how hard their father had become on his little brother with how busy he was.
Hashirama still didn’t know the extent of what Tobirama had to suffer to become the ‘white demon’ his clan and Uchiha saw on the battlefield. Tobirama didn’t blame Hashirama for this, although he remembered when he was younger just wishing Hashirama would notice.
When Betsuma had died of an illness 5 summers ago Tobirama didn’t mourn, he felt horrible but he was relieved his father had passed.
He thought he could finally let go of the reins of his emotions a little, when he realized he couldn’t, it was hard on him. Having to continue being the ever present ‘white demon’ to keep his clan safe, as they were still at war.
“Tobi- Tobirama!” He was brought out of his thoughts of the past at the yelling voice noticing he was now in Madara’s arms, head on his shoulder. Tobirama looked up and was met with the sharingan, red eyes still spinning darting all over the albino man, clearly searching over the other man.
“What… What's going on?” Tobirama asked, trying to push himself off the others shoulder only to be pulled back into the older man’s shoulder.
“Why were you so out of it? Are you okay? You went unresponsive for a while, and then suddenly you stumbled forward, I caught you but you would have fallen if I hadn’t been here.” Madara said, running a hand through his hair as he deactivated his sharingan.
“I was thinking of my childhood…” Tobirama sighed, rubbing his face against Madara’s shoulder.
“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, if you just want to rest you can try to sleep in my rooms with me, I’ll try to lull Zu to sleep with some of my chakra.” Madara said, brushing a strand of silver locks that had fallen in Tobirama’s face behind his ear.
“So we’re sticking with Zu I see.” Tobirama chuckled, he felt Madara’s chest rumble with laughter as well. His ruby orbs met with obsidian orbs seeing the honest concern and worry in them.
“Alright… alright let’s try that.” Tobirama said, rubbing his eyes. He was willing to try almost anything now to get some rest. He couldn’t fathom how he used to stay up all hours of the night experimenting and creating and still be able to go to a skirmish battle as if it was nothing anymore.
The baby was sucking most of his Chakra out of him, making it hard to even perform a hiraishin at the moment.
If the baby kept draining his chakra at this rate, when he had to transform using Hashirama’s jutsu in a few months. He would need the help of both Madara and Izuna’s chakra to sustain the pregnancy and keep up his new form until the birth.
Allowing the Uchiha clan head to lead him into his rooms and help him into bed, Tobirama let out a sigh as he sunk into the soft material of the bed.
Madara went around fixing the room a bit before joining Tobirama in bed. He lit a small fire with katon, grabbing an extra blanket for Tobirama from a storage scroll so he wouldn’t get cold in his sleep.
This winter was starting to set in faster than previous years, he lastly fixed the curtains so the sun wouldn’t shine through in a few hours Madara settled in next to the ruby eyed man who had been watching him the whole time.
“Done dear baby daddy of mine? Willing to try to get your kid to sleep?” Tobirama teased lightly, as he smiled softly at the other man’s actions.
“Anything for my baby mama.” Madara joked back, chuckling at the albino.
Madara laid back in bed turning on his side, maneuvering to spoon Tobirama. Placing his hand on the other's belly only to be met with kicks yet again.
Tobirama winced at how hard the baby was kicking, Madara feeling bad for the other began immediately pumping his chakra into the other, hoping to soothe their baby for Tobirama’s sake.
“Our little ZuZu is strong huh.” Madara whispered against the other man’s shoulder.
“Yes. It appears so, one would only expect that. Mixing Senju and Uchiha blood could create a very powerful shinobi, if not an out of control one.” Tobirama sighed, as he finally felt the kicks easing up.
“What do you mean?” Madara asked, slowly rubbing the others back as he supplied the baby with soothing chakra.
“In our ancient scrolls and texts it mentioned there was once a baby born of an Uchiha and Senju union. The baby was said to have scared the mother so badly it was killed soon after birth.” Tobirama said, trembling slightly clearly scared of what could happen to their baby.
“That won’t happen to our Zu okay? I’ll protect you and them with my life, even if I have to kill both of our elder councils… Okay?” Madara said, hand leaving the Senju’s back to go to his face to turn it towards him leaning forward towards the other.
Tobirama knew by the look in his eyes, Madara was telling the truth. He wouldn’t allow anything to happen to him or their child.
“Okay.” Tobirama let out a shaky breath as he leaned his forehead against Madara’s.
“Now that you mention it, I remember reading something in our archives when I was younger. It was soon after meeting Hashirama at the river after finding out he was a Senju.” Madara said, having been pondering what the other man had said.
“What was it about?” Tobirama asked, taking in a sharp breath clearly scared for the answer.
“It stated mixing Senju and Uchiha blood allowed us to bypass limits of our doujutsu and that it would create a power beyond either clan. I always thought it was speculation because there hadn’t been a Senju and Uchiha child.” Madara stated what he could remember from the archive he had read in the restricted area of the Uchiha library.
“A power beyond us?” Tobirama whispered to himself.
“I’m not sure either, but I will protect you and Zu, no matter what.” Madara said, rubbing Tobirama’s bump.
“We both will protect them with everything we have, promise me Madara. Promise me we will protect them where our parents failed to protect us.” Tobirama said, eyes shining ever so slightly as they were meet with the other man’s face.
“I promise you Tobirama, I will protect them with my life if it comes down to it.” Madara promised, the other.
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As they were both drifting off to sleep Tobirama spoke up again, Madara immediately waking up and listening as the words left the mouth.
“Betsuma forced me to seal away my emotions, the seals on my face help suppress my emotions as well as other things…” Tobirama said softly, rubbing his thumb along his bump.
Madara didn’t speak he just listened, he listened to how Betsuma would nearly torture Tobirama when he would show emotion, limiting his food rations and sleeping time. Listened to how Betsuma trained Tobirama, beating him into the perfect almost unfeeling weapon everyone was used to seeing as the white demon.
Once Tobirama was finished Madara hugged the albino from behind, waiting until sleep took over the younger man.
They weren’t going to be their fathers, their child would be allowed to feel any way they wanted, they’d be allowed to express emotions. They would be protected by the both of them, trained in the arts of shinobi only if they desired to when they were older. Although they’d be trained in defensive techniques and jutsu to protect themselves no matter what.
Madara was sure of it now, he was going to protect Tobirama along with their son or daughter for as long as he could. The younger man shouldn’t have been treated like that just because his father wanted an unfeeling, emotionless machine to fight for him.
Madara eventually fell into slumber along with the Senju, hand placed protectively over the baby bump.
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Tobirama had woken up in a sour mood, not even Tobirama knew why he was in such a bad mood. As he got ready to leave with Madara to go to the Uchiha library he was grumbling and stomping around not even realizing it.
Izuna and Madara had seen their mother pregnant with their last sibling before both had sadly died shortly after birth, as they were left unprotected during a raid by bloodline thieves.
They knew not to anger the pregnant male anymore than he already was, their mother had nearly taken off their heads when she was heavily pregnant, she was already angry at their father for something still unknown to them.
When she found out Madara had thrown Izuna into the koi pond yet again, her face had turned so red Madara was sure she was about to spit a fireball at them; they had both been grounded for two weeks after that. They knew better than to fuck around with a pregnant person, especially when they were mad.
Izuna had never been more glad that he had never gotten anyone pregnant until now. He was especially glad that the baby was Madara’s and not his, this was ultimately Madara’s problem as Tobi was his baby mama and not Izuna’s.
He was so thankful he had been injured in the skirmish the week prior to the mission, making Madara go on the mission in his place, the mission ultimately led up to making Tobirama’s pregnancy possible. He dodged a bullet there, Tobirama and him parenting together would’ve been a nightmare.
“Well… Aniki, I wish you luck!” Izuna yelled as he ran out the house, past a scowling Tobirama.
“Izuna! You brat! Get back her-” Madara started to yell out the door at his traitor of a younger brother. Only to stop when he felt the dark chakra seeping out of the man behind him, when he turned he saw the glare that had been fixated on the younger Uchiha had now moved onto him.
There in all his glory stood the heavily pregnant Senju Tobirama, glowing with the pregnancy. Although clearly not happy, arms crossed over his chest that was now ever so puffy, scowl gracing his lips while his eyes still glared at the Uchiha clan head.
“Uhh yes darling?” Madara asked sheepishly, terrified of the pregnant man.
“Don’t darling me, Uchiha. Let’s just get this over with. Your kid thinks my bladder is a squeeze toy. I've already peed 7 times in the last hour, I already want to be home and we haven’t left yet. Let’s get this done.” Tobirama groaned, making his way out the still open front door. Walking past the older man who scrambled to close the house door behind him flailing to catch up with the albino.
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On their way to the library they were stopped multiple times by curious clan members, normally Tobirama loved to stop and talk to the Uchiha clan members. They were going to be his son or daughter clan and were going to be apart of his life forever now, he usually loved talking to them and learning things about them.
Although today was a different story, the baby felt like somehow they were sitting on his lungs, while also squeezing his bladder of any and all liquid within it. He was tired, he wanted to get the records Madara had mentioned and get the fuck out.
When the eighth person to stop them asked another question about the pregnancy and baby, without even addressing Tobirama himself instead talking directly to Madara, as if Tobirama wasn’t there. As Madara answered the man’s questions on the pregnancy and baby Tobirama glared at the brown haired Uchiha man.
Getting fed up at the deliberate disregard the Uchiha had for the Senju who was carrying said baby. Tobirama turned on his feet and stormed off in the opposite direction of the library, he had had enough he was going home. Today wasn’t a good day, he couldn’t control his emotions he needed to leave before he lashed out further.
As he made it further away he could still hear Madara, he apologized to his fellow clan member. Madara then turned to chase down the albino man, breaking out into a light jog to catch up with him.
“Tobirama calm down, let’s just go home, we can do this another day.” Madara pleaded with the albino man, who was obviously having another bad mood swing.
Grabbing onto one of his wrists causing both of them to come to a stop in front of an elderly ladies food stall, that was set up on the street of the compound.
“You’re not the ones whose body is unwillingly changing and rebelling against you, you damn Uchiha!” Tobirama yelled, yanking his wrist away from the other man’s grasp, storming away from the stall in the Uchiha compound. Even though he ended up waddling away looking like an angry penguin more than anything.
Madara ran after the albino male, trying to catch up with him and fix the situation.
“Tobirama! Just listen for a minute!” Madara shouted, catching the attention of passers by who turned to see what the commotion was. Madara, noticing the eyes now on them pulled the white haired man’s arm back dragging him into a nearby alleyway, away from prying eyes and ears.
“What!? What could you possibly say to make me feel any better in this situation Madara? We both were unwilling participants in this whole thing and apparently I’m just here to birth zu. That's all I’m good for, to everyone.” Tobirama grumbled, waving towards his now 6 months baby bump, which had gotten so large so quickly.
“Even if either of us didn’t agree to this, that’s still my baby you’re carrying! Of course I’m going to be concerned about you and them! When you’re uncomfortable or distressed, so are they!” Madara said, looking into the ruby eyes of what used to be one or his greatest enemies.
“Oh so it’s only about the baby, of course it is. No one sees me for me anymore, it’s all about the baby, all I ever hear now is ‘how is the baby’ or ‘the baby this and the baby that’ no one cares to ask how I’m feeling! Or how I am truly… I was thrust into this unexpectedly, I do love Zu, I do…but it’s like no one sees me for me anymore, I’m just an incubator to all of you.” Tobirama sobbed out, voice cracking near the end, his crimson orbs filling with tears.
Madara’s eyes widened, he wasn’t too good with people breaking down or emotions in general. The once white demon crying and pouring his deepest insecurities and problems out wasn’t something he was prepared for in the slightest.
The man before him continued to sob, making the raven haired man rush over, bringing the other man into his arms. Rubbing one of his hands up and down his back and the other brushing the ever growing white locks that now reached the Senju’s shoulders.
“Shhh shhh Tobirama… look at me.” Madara spoke as he slightly pulled back to see the others face, Rubbing his face in the other man’s chest and hair Tobirama refused to meet the others eyes.
“Tobirama… please, just look at me.” Madara spoke ever so softly, the other man in his arms slowly looking up to meet the obsidian eyes of the other. Madara noticed his eyes rimmed red from crying, slight snot running down from his nose and tears still steaming down his face. Madara didn’t care that Tobirama had gotten his clothes wet with his body fluids, He needed to make sure the Senju knew.
“What!?” The white haired man spoke, voice gruff from crying and yelling, clearly still distressed and upset.
“Listen here, I do not see you as an incubator for the baby. You are still Senju Tobirama, the fierce white demon of the battlefield and living brother to that big idiot Hashirama.” Madara began.
“You have so many amazing qualities, Tobirama, you aren’t just an incubator for Zu.” Madara spoke to the albino, wiping away the ever spilling tears from his face.
“Yeah right, you just want to make sure I don’t try to run away with your precious heir. You don’t care what happens to me.” Tobirama cried out, tears picking up even more.
“Tobirama!” Boomed Madara, startling the man in his arms, Tobirama soon looked up again to meet the others' eyes.
“Of course I care what happens to you! I wouldn’t be doing everything I have been for you to make you comfortable if I didn’t! The baby would only need my Chakra to be sustained, but I help you with cravings, aches and pains, and everything else. Why would I do that if I only cared for Zu!?” Madara said, voice rising in volume clearly upset at the acquisition.
“Even if the baby is mine, they will need you too! You’re also going to be their mother…father? Who cares they’ll need you and I’m not gonna let you say you’re just here to have the baby, and I don’t care about you as a person!” Madara took a deep breath before continuing.
“I had no idea all the questions about the baby were making you feel this way! I’ll make sure the clan stops asking so much.” Madara finished looking into the red eyes below him.
“No it’s fine, they’re just excited for another heir to be born within your clan, they don’t mean any harm. I’m the one that’s being stupid and overreacting.” Tobirama said, sighing as he rubbed his eyes that were now aching.
“No, you deserve to be comfortable here… even if they’re excited they should ask how you are as well. Especially with the great disposition that was placed on you without either of our knowledge.”
“The fact that you’re carrying my baby and letting the rest of the clan get close to you and not just allowing Izuna and I to get close to you and the baby shows how much you’re willing to work for this peace with us… even with what was forced upon you.” Madara spoke, eyes softening as he rubbed one hand one the other's face and one on his now very large baby bump.
“But it wasn’t your fault or mine, we just happened to be on missions at the same time in the same place and were preyed upon by someone out for both of our clans.” Tobirama sighed, forehead dropping onto the raven haired man’s shoulder.
“I know… but I still feel horrible seeing everything you’re going through just to bring our child into this world…”
“Well other men and women do this all the time so I’ll make it. Of course it would have been nice to be fully aware I was going to get pregnant but there's no changing it now… and I wouldn’t really want to.” Tobirama smirked, rubbing his hand next to Madara’s on his belly.
“You can’t seriously say you would have wanted to have a baby with me.” Madara laughed.
“No, not when we were at war, that’s for sure but as I’ve gotten to know you more… I just know you will make a wonderful father to our baby, your clan loves them already. While I was so worried about them being part Senju, I also know now you don’t care just about the baby but me as well. You’re the best option I could have picked for this to happen ultimately.” Tobirama smiled, eyes still glistening in the light with remnants of tears.
Madara stood there gaping like a fish out of water, shocked at the Senju’s revelation. When the shock had worn off he smiled and looked at the white haired man.
“I wouldn’t have asked for another to carry my baby… you’re unbelievably strong, not just physically but mentally as well” Madara spoke, making the other chuckle softly.
They soon made their way back to the clan heads house, after swinging by the library to quickly grab the scroll to examine further at him, Madara’s hand never leaving the small of Tobirama’s back as they walked.
“And Madara?” Tobirama asked, as they gotten inside the house where Izuna was already setting the table for dinner.
“Yes, Snowflake?” Madara asked, not realizing at first the nickname he had made up for the Senju left his mouth, eyes widening once he realized. Tobirama’s eyes also followed at the nickname, while Izuna laughed in the background.
“…well you mentioned earlier if I’d be referred to as the baby’s mother or father, from a scientific standpoint I am the one who’s carrying the child which in science usually labels them as the mother. Although that is not entirely accurate.” Tobirama began, hands interlocking under his baby bump.
“So would you like to be called their father as well? Whatever you choose to want them to call you I will respect it.” Madara asked, clearly just wanting Tobirama to be comfortable with whatever he chooses.
“Most would assume I’d want to be called their other father, as I am biologically a male from birth. But… I kind of like the idea of them calling me mama.” Tobirama spoke, clearly nervous at his revelation in front of the father of his baby and his brother.
Both Izuna and Madara were shocked, they had figured he’d request to be called an abbreviation of father.
“If that’s what you wish to be called I have no qualms about it, snowflake.” Madara smiled softly.
“Alright Tobirama-mama if that’s what you want.” Izuna chuckled light heartedly in the kitchen.
“Ah, maybe I should rethink this.” Tobirama groaned, hand going to his head.
Both the Uchiha brothers threw their heads back in laughter and were soon joined in by the Senju.
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-TBC-