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The early morning light filtered through the small opening of their shared tent, casting soft shadows on the leather walls.Tobirama’s eyes fluttered open to the familiar weight on his chest, the constant reminder of the child growing inside him. Madara that bastard wasted zero time on getting him knocked up. Almost six months ago, After weeks of negotiating a fair deal to add Senju clan to Uchiha and make them all one big happy family, they sealed the treaties and documents with a celebration of their mating. Tobirama was sure that the first time Madara knotted him was the exact moment their child was conceived.
Every day was a struggled for Tobi since he passed the 5 months mark. But today, it was different. A sharp kick to his liver jolted him awake, causing a sharp gasp of pain to escape his lips. His hand instinctively pressed against his side, the baby’s restless movements never failed to catch him off guard. Tobirama’s small frame was struggling to accommodate the growing child inside him, and the baby, much to his chagrin, had inherited Madara’s wild, energetic nature. Not only that, but he was apparently taking after him in Size too.
His movements were constant, strong, and unrelenting. Tobirama could barely sleep at night. Some nights, He would toss and turn all night, trying to find a comfortable position, but the baby always seemed to find a way to make it worse. By mornings, he was usually grumpy, his patience worn thin. But he made sure to express his frustration at every opportunity he got to Madara, the real reason for said frustrations.
A quiet groan slipped past his lips, his mind was still foggy with exhaustion. He had barely slept through the night once again, and now, he felt the full brunt of it. His body ached in places he didn’t know could ache, his muscles were tight, his stomach heavy with a baby that seemed to grow bigger by the day. He slowly rubbed his swollen belly, a futile attempt to calm his rascal, and tried to sit up and lean against the thousands pillow he arranged around himself to sleep better.
He turned his head where his husband was sleeping. He could help, in some way right? Parents always helped each other with their kids. But his heart sank when he saw Madara lying next to him, completely undisturbed by the chaos going on inside of his mind.
Madara looked so peaceful, his dark hair scattered across the pillow, his chest rising and falling with each soft breath, he looked damn beautiful too! His face as handsome as ever even in sleep, his sculpted jaw and strong cheekbones on plain sight, On contrary to his now round face and chubby fucking cheeks! he was getting worse as days passed! He was fat, ugly and felt just as undesired. Didn’t matter how many times Madara assured him between wet kisses and filthy words as he pleased him between his thighs, he couldn’t just handle it anymore, even his thighs very fat now for fuck’s sake!
Tobirama’s chest tightened with a mixture of frustration and loneliness. He wanted to scream, wanted to throw something at Madara’s perfect, unbothered face. The contrast between them was unbearable. Madara was still, peaceful, untouched by the discomforts and changes of pregnancy.
Meanwhile, Tobirama felt like his body was betraying him, and with every kick, every discomfort, every sleepless night, he felt as if he was being forced to endure this alone.
He knew it was stupid but there was no helping it!
It was not as if Madara had the ability to physically help him with the baby before he was born, or carry it himself and denied it. But still…
Tears welled in his eyes the longer he stared at Madara’s serene form.
His heart clenched painfully, and before he could stop himself, he let out a soft sob. He quickly wiped his eyes, trying to stifle the tears that threatened to spill.
He hated this—hated feeling so vulnerable, so helpless and frankly, stupid. But the pain in his side and the overwhelming exhaustion made it all too much. Why was he the only one suffering?
He glared daggers at Madara and clenched his fists, but quickly that burning anger faded and replaced with sadness.
It felt as though the weight of the world was on his shoulders. Madara would get to go on with his life, be a parent in nine months, and still maintain his strength, his pride, his fucking perfect body while Tobirama was left in a perpetual state of discomfort and fragility. He got the short stick from the day one!
He was the one who had his insides rearranged with a fucking log when they fucked, had this cunt plugged with what felt like an orange for an hour, filled to brim with burning seed until his womb had no empty space, belly bulged and uncomfortably tight and now had to let his asshole baby feed off of his body to grow big enough to tear him apart as he crawls his way out of him!
The bitterness swelled in his chest as he tried to hug his knees to his chest, but he was too fat for that too! His round belly was bigger than anyone’s he had seen in his own clan thanks to someone’s giant genes!
He groaned with frustration and pressed his face into the blanket Instead, stifling his sobs. But then, he heard a shift in the bed and quickly stopped.
The weight of the blanket beside him shifted, and he felt Madara’s warmth as he stirred awake, reaching for him. His pathetic sobs must have caught his attention, and within seconds, Madara’s hand gently rested on his aching back. The familiar scent of the Uchiha filled Tobirama’s senses, his spicy scent quickly turning sour with worry and fear.
“ Tobi ?” Madara’s voice was low, hushed with concern. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt? What happened?!”
Tobirama’s breath hitched, and he bit his lip to stop the full sobs. The tears that had been threatening to spill came out in a rush, and Tobirama curled up tighter, his arms wrapping around his belly. With few words and a worried look, Tobirama forgot about his doubts of him and instead quickly felt a crushing guilt. He tried to calm himself, tried to tell himself that he was being stupid, but the tears kept flowing.“I’m… I’m fine,” he stuttered through his sobs, his voice shaking. “It’s nothing... I’m just being stupid…”
Madara’s face softened, his expression going from alarm to concern as he pushed himself up slightly, propping himself on his elbow. He gently reached out to touch Tobirama’s face, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped. “ stop that. You’re not stupid, Tobi . What’s going on?”
Tobirama let out a shaky breath, he rubbed his cheek against Madara’s palm and whispered. “I just… I feel like I’m the only one who has to deal with this. I’m the only one suffering, while you…” His voice cracked, and he looked away, unable to meet Madara’s eyes. “You’re fine. You’re perfect..You get to just sleep and do whatever you want. I want to sleep too!.”
He whined and Madara’s gaze softened, his heart ached for Tobirama. He leaned over, wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close. He rubbed his hands gently on his bump trying to sooth any lingering pain or discomfort. Although, this close to his mate, smelling his sweet cinnamon scent that mixed with the milky hint of pregnancy, feeling up his supple flesh and meaty thighs, his body quickly started to react. His alpha was proud of himself, a beautiful mate he pumped full of his virile seed and left pupped with a big healthy baby. He ignored his hardening cock in favor of calming his mate down, that was more important.
“I’m so sorry, Tobi. I should’ve woken up sooner. I can’t imagine how hard this must be for you. But you’re not alone in this.” His voice was gentle, soothing, and full of reassurance. He kissed his crown of silver hair and nuzzled his face against it.“We’re in this together. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. And you’re doing an amazing job, even if you don’t feel like it. I’m sorry if I can’t do more for you. I wish there was a way that I could ease the pain you’re in, but I’ll do whatever else that I can.”
Tobirama let out a soft sob, burying his face in Madara’s chest. He could feel Madara’s steady heartbeat against him, the warmth of his embrace. A part of him couldn’t shake the insecurities. The pain in his side was still there, the baby still restless inside him, and his body was sore and his brain was still coming up with various scenarios where everything was doomed. But he slowly felt more like himself. All he needed was his mate. His reassurance, his embrace.
“This is your fault, you know! If you hadn’t insisted on being so… insufferable—“
Madara smiled happily, He was so used to the verbal barbs by now, and the heat in Tobirama’s eyes only made him want to cuddle with him more. Hearing him complain and nag about getting knocked up assured him that he was getting better. He kept one armed around Tobirama and with the other he reached for a basket of fruits and snacks he had brought the night before for him.“I seem to remember you willingly agreeing to this arrangement,” Madara teased, his voice low, the pride in his tone impossible to ignore. “The baby’s growing strong, just like his mother.”
Tobirama’s cheeks flushed with irritation, his beautiful eyes still heavy with sleep and teary from his cries. “
Don’t
remind me,” he muttered, but his frustration only made Madara smile wider. He loved seeing this side of Tobirama—a side that wasn’t cold or dismissive but instead, fiery and passionate.
Tobirama may have been a fierce and capable leader, but when it came to his pregnancy, he had no defense against the troubles that came with it, the irrational mixed feelings, the hormones, everything.
Madara moved closer, his presence comforting yet teasing all at once, he knew Tobirama would hate it even more if he kept treating him like a delicate flower after he finished being vulnerable even in Madara’s presence, his mate. “I’m only reminding you that we made this together,” he said, his tone was deliberately playful, he let his broad hand wander down and cup the curve of his belly, dangerously close to his cunt. Tobirama only answer With another burning glare. Madara, ever the dutiful husband quickly got the memo and removed his hand to set the basket down in front of him instead.
He could still feel the heat radiating from his partner’s angry gaze, but there was something in his words that softened its edges. “I swear, every time you bring that up, I’m have the strongest urge to strangle you,” Tobirama grumbled, but the baby inside him gave a sudden kick, as if agreeing with Madara’s words instead of his mama, and the sharp jolt made Tobirama hiss with discomfort. Little traitor!
“See?” Madara said, his voice full of amusement. “He’s just as smart as I am. It’s only a matter of time before he’s as strong as his father too!”
Tobirama closed his eyes, pressing his palm against his forehead. “I don’t need to hear this right now.”
But despite his warnings, Madara continued. “You need to eat something love, preferably sweet.” Madara offered, cleverly pulling out a big Ripe peach, a fruit that Tobirama had been craving earlier. “I went to the mountain yesterday, I wanted to pick these for you, I heard you talking with Izuna about them. By the time I get back you were already in bed.. I brought them here for you.”
Tobirama, not one to turn down food when it was in front of him, tried to hide his wobbling lips and tearing eyes with a glare at Madara for a moment before accepting the offering. He was grateful, very. Madara didn’t have to do these for him but he made sure he was well fed and cared for at every given moment. He didn’t even ask him directly for them, he said those in a passing to Izuna. He didn’t realize Madara had heard him.“You’re lucky,” he muttered with a shaky voice and felt a single tear escape his eye. He took a small bite of the fruit. The sweet juices filled his mouth and he couldn’t help but moan with happiness. He curled against Madara, his pregnant belly between them, he took Madara’s hand and put it where he felt the last kick.
Madara was beyond proud at himself, he let out a low pitched rumbling sound, closest thing alphas could make instead of a purr. He rubbed his mate’s belly and covered his head and face in tiny kisses between each word.
“I’ll bring you whatever you crave, whenever you want it. Anything to make you feel better, all you have to do is ask.. no, you’re entitled to this, you should demand.” Madara said, his voice sincere despite the mischief still lurking in his tone. Tobirama, still mildly annoyed but secretly happy, shot him a sideways glance.
“You know, I think I might actually strangle you in your sleep one of these nights.”
Madara chuckled and pressed another soft kiss to Tobirama’s temple. “But you love me. Even when I’m insufferable.”
Tobirama rolled his eyes, but he didn’t pull away. “No, I love you despite your stupidity,” he muttered. The words had no real venom, though, and Madara could feel the soft warmth of affection and feelings under them. Tobirama was just tired, and Madara had come to understand that. “I’m proud of you,” Madara said quietly, a rare tenderness in his voice. “You’re doing amazing. I know it’s not easy, but you’re handling it better than anyone in your situation would.”
Tobirama’s gaze softened as he looked at Madara, the irritation from earlier faded away. Here they were, bringing a child into a world still uncertain with fleeting peace, and somehow, he was glad to be facing it with Madara by his side.
The baby kicked again, harder this time, and Tobirama let out a tired laugh. “It feels like I’m carrying an entire army in here,” he muttered, but there was a fondness behind his words now.
Madara smiled. “He’ll be a great warrior,” he said proudly, “just like you.”
Tobirama couldn't help but smile at that. “He better be. Otherwise, I’ll have to make sure he doesn’t inherit your bad habits.”
Madara laughed softly, the sound echoed through their new home. Whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together—just as they had done up until then.