My stomach churned and ached as I threw up into the toilette mercilessly as if I had an endless amount of food in my stomach ready to purge. I coughed while hunched over and flushed the water.

"Are you ok?" Madara knocked on the door and shook the door handle. "Bella let me in, what's going on?"

I laid my head on the toilette and listened to the rattling like a smooth lullaby. I closed my eyes and inhaled sharply as another wave of nausea washed over me. "God save me," I cried as I dry heaved.

The door rattled further and with more intensity. He knocked his fist against the hard wood, "open this fucking door or I'm breaking it down!"

If the doors locked it means I want you locked out… Damn it, he's still shaking the damn handle. He would actually break the door wouldn't he? I weakly stood on shaky knees and unlocked the door. My overly paranoid husband barged in urgently and grasped my face in between his massive hands. "Your pale and you've been throwing up all morning," he compiled. "… did you overheat yourself again? I can't imagine how, I hid the covers?"

"I only do that on my period." I pushed his hands away and brushed past him in the small bathroom. The short walk to the bed felt like an agonizing mile as I dragged my feet across the wood floor. I crawled under the black silk sheets and pulled the pillow over my head to hide the bright daylight. I hate this bed, I hate my husband, I hate the bright light, I hate everything… What time is it, anyway? Nevermind, I don't care.

Madara sat beside me and tore the pillow from my grasp, "you're not on your period?"

"No, why would I be?" I snapped at him. My body hurt and my head was spinning, all I wanted to do was sleep and puke. He didn't say anything, just smiled. Satisfaction dimed his soft eyes like he had just won some esoteric prize. "What are you smirking at, punk?"

"I'm a sharp shooter," he prided.

I rolled my eyes and rolled away on my side, "I don't care about your stupid shuriken skills."

"I wasn't talking about shuriken, Mommy."

My eyes darted opened and slowly relaxed in acceptance. Of course he knocked me up on the first try; he wouldn't be the Madara Uchiha if he didn't. My husband was proficient at getting his way and getting the job done the first time. "Daddy, should go bring his wife a waste basket. Otherwise she may be forced to soil his nice sheets. Oh and fetch me the comforter, I'm cold." You will serve me.

He stood up without hesitation and brought me the trash from the bathroom. "Here, I'll be back in a bit. I'm going to fetch the doctor."

"Comforter," I reminded as he left the room. I turned around to face my husband who paused at the doorway.

"No, you're going to asphyxiate yourself and my child." I shook my head in retaliation. He sighed and knocked his head against the wall. He deliberated over a compromise that would keep me happy and safe. "If the doctor says you can I'll give them back to you."

I threw the pillow at him in annoyance and missed him miserably. "Now," Tears streamed down my face. "I just want to stay warm so I can incubate this damn baby! These stupid bachelor sheets make me cold and keep falling off me while I sleep! Why silk… seriously? So you can sneak out of bed without your dumb whore's noticing! I want new sheets, now!"

He picked up the pillow and walked it back over to me. He held it over me in a menacing fashion as if he were contemplating whether to hold it over my face until I went silent. "I…" He exhaled deeply. "Will bring new sheets home along with the doctor," he dropped the pillow on top of my chest and walked away cautiously.

"Now!" I screamed at him. "Give me the damn comforter or I want a divorce!" I took my wedding ring off my finger and threw it across the room. He tried to catch it midair but the small metal piece slid through his fingers and dove under the black wooden dresser. He turned back to me crimson faced and steaming. "I have to push your dumb pumpkin headed baby out of my vagina, the least I deserve is the stupid comforter. And cut your hair, it getting out of hand!" He tugged at his long black locks and looked back to me with his brow raised in confusion.

He threw his hands up in surrender, "I give up, I'm done!" He opened his closet in the far end of room and pulled out the matching black silk comforter and whipped it on the bed. "Suffocate yourself, I don't fucking care!"

I grabbed the covers in victory and buried myself inside them. I win, I always win.


God damn wench, there is no way in hell I'm going to be able to handle her for 8 more months. I'm going to end up killing her, I swear to every religious deity I will murder my wife! Izuna was sitting at the kitchen table chewing on some candy that he most likely found lying around.

"What up, Bro? Why all the yelling?"

I pointed up the stairs I had just walked down, "She's seething with prenatal rage! She's gone mad with estrogen and I can't handle her right now. Watch her while I'm out."

"Prenatal…" He pondered. "Like pregnancy-prenatal?"

I stared at him in disbelief, "is there any other kind?" Is my brother that stupid?

He lifted his shoulders in an overwhelmed motion, "I don't know man, that's why I asked."

I suppose that's my fault, I should have given him a more thorough sex talk when he was a teenager. "Yes, you're an uncle. Now take care of your sister before I kill her."

He jumped up as if someone was charging at him with sword in hand. He moved behind his chair and slowly exited the room in a slow line dance. "Yah… pregnant women…" He sweated profusely. "I just remembered, I, uh, made plans and… I'm just going to go now." He made a run for the door but I cut off his exit route.

I pulled him back by the collar of his shirt and threw him back into the dining room. "Be a good uncle and watch my psychotic wife while I find the doctor."

He shrunk down in depression, "fine. But if she kills me my blood is on your hands."

Something crashed up stairs, "I hated that thing anyway." My wife moaned from the bedroom.

Izuna looked back to me sadly as he scaled closer to the staircase. "Hurry, please."

Fuck that, I'm taking my fucking time.

I thought over our encounter as I left the house. She's so lucky I love her. Any other woman would have gotten smacked for talking to me in that manner. She was my wife though, and she was carrying my child, I had to be gentle with her.

The Uchiha villagers stared at me as I walked down the road, I could see accusations being pointed at me from behind their eyes. I wonder what kind of rumors are being spread around. Since we were a small population of people the smallest bit of gossip fuelled everyone's imaginations.

This village needs drastic change, we can't live like this. The new supplies that Bella's father sent was enough to tide us over, but our numbers grew every day and we needed more than we could possible ask from one wealthy aristocrat.

I peered up at the small Uchiha building that was centered in the middle of the village. It looked the same as all the other houses, the only difference was it being a one story ranch style house that was re purposed as a clinic. I walked up the porch and opened the door to the small empty reception area. No one was being tended to since we were in between wars, which left the staff with far too much free time for their own good. The nurses were tending to the home grown herbs in the corner of the room as a certain ebony haired women led them in discussion of a new herb they were starting to grow.

"This plant needs to be watered every day. If weeds start to grow…" she looked up to see me standing in the doorway. She stopped mid sentence and smiled seductively. "-Pull them. Go back to tending the other plants, we'll talk more later."

She sauntered across the room swinging her womanly curves in a sexy strut. "Hello Madara," She stopped and attempted to wrap her arms around my neck. I intercepted them and pulled her wrists down. I had almost forgotten how tall she was… how tall most women were. I had been around Bella so long that I had forgotten what other women looked like.

"Not now, Hana. Where's Johnathan," I looked around the room for the head medic.

She shrugged and gave the room a brief overview. "I think he went home for lunch. Speaking of home, why don't you bring me to yours. We need to…" She stepped closer and grinded discretely against me with her hips. "catch up."

I wasn't fazed. She wasn't attractive to me anymore, my wife was the only person I was interested in sleeping with, for now anyway. Before Bella, Hana was the most beautiful women among the Uchiha but that standard was still far below par. Our women were broad, tall, and virile; not enticing to most men including Uchiha men. Most of the soldiers here married and slept with them only because it was taboo to marry outside of the clan, otherwise they wouldn't think twice to go somewhere else for their needs. "I'm not interested, get back to work."

She pouted but Hana was use to my cold shoulder, "I heard you have a strange woman in your home. Are you sleeping with her, is that why you're driving me away? We've been through this before, she's just some whore and you're going to lose interest with her in a week and you'll be back- you always come back. Let's skip the middle man, and you ditch her now." She smiled surely, as if this was just like all the other times I had slept around.

She's gotten more annoying. "I don't know what scandalous stories you women are spreading, but she is not a whore. She's my wife, and you will not speak ill of her." I already have one woman on my back, don't even think of fucking with me today.

"Wife, you're kidding?" She coughed, the medics in the corner of the room looked up in shock. They had apparently been listening in. "You marry, that's ridiculous?! You have more commitment issues than your own father! I should know we've been together the last seven years!"

I struck the side of her face with my hand and knocked her off whatever throne she had given herself in my absence. The medics looked away and butted out of our conversation. I was known as a hothead in the Uchiha, and I'd put anyone who tempted me in there place. "Be silent women, don't pretend to know me. We were never involved, you were just the easiest girl to get into bed, that's all."

She held the side of her face, "Why- what does she have that I don't?" I'm done wasting my time here, at least I set the record straight about Bella. I turned on my heel and closed the door to the clinic. Hana reopened it behind me and shouted out. "Tell me!" She insisted further from the top of the porch.

I continued walking into town towards Johnathan's home. "Everything."


The covers were pulled away from my face as I slept, groggily I replaced them. A small tug of war fight occurred between I and the cover thief. "Move them again and I'm stabbing you in the face."

"That's not nice," I heard Izuna protest beside me. I pivoted my head to the side and saw the large man lying on my husband's side.

I looked around the room but didn't see the hulking Shinobi anywhere, "What are you doing in here, Izuna?"

He shrugged and leaned back into the pillow, resting his head on the palms of his hands. "Madara told me to babysit you while he got the doctor. Did you know you have an extremely unhealthy habit of suffocating yourself?"

"Yes I did, and I don't need a babysitter."

He chuckled, "an hour ago I would have agreed with you, but after watching you try to kill yourself in your sleep I'm siding with Madara." I groaned, I don't want to do this right now. I feel sick. I held my stomach and moaned. I like sleeping much more, I'm not nauseous when I'm asleep. "You ok?" Izuna reached over and held my shoulder as I leaned over the bed to throw up into the wastebasket. He pulled my hair back and rubbed my back as I spit up stomach acid. I don't even have food to throw up anymore.

I laid back down on the bed and wiped my mouth sloppily with the back of my hand, "I'm dying."

"I hope not," an unfamiliar voice interrupted from the doorway. I looked over to see a short black shaggy haired man with rectangular glasses resting on his nose. He had all the characteristics of an Uchiha man, except the doctor coat in place of a weapon belt.

I watched him come to the side of the bed with Madara following behind him. "This is Johnathan; he's the chief of our medical staff. He's going to be your doctor from now on."

He looked into the trashcan and inspected from far as to what I was purging, "looks a little worse than morning sickness. How are you feeling, sweetheart?"

I pulled the covers up to my chin, "tired, sick, my head hurts."He sat beside me and pulled down at my blankets to get a better look at me, I growled at him crudely.

He laughed at my territorial attitude, "I need to see your belly."

"Bella don't be difficult." Madara pleaded. "She gets like this whenever you give her fucking covers."

Johnathan puckered his lips and considered it briefly, "that's quite the anomaly. Do you care to comment on that, Bella?"

"No, I'd like you all to go." I pulled the covers over my head and held them tightly there.

A strong force ripped them out of my grasp and threw them across the room. "I'm on my last nerve with you, women." Madara snapped and carried the blankets off the bed.

Johnathan sat down beside me and make quick work with his hands as they hovered above my belly button. I could sense his Chakra rouse as he moved his hands up and down. "This is an adorable night gown, I love the purple." He commented.

That's weird, "thanks?" I watched him peculiarly; no man has ever complemented my clothes before.

The two brothers gossiped as he checked me over, they didn't even try to hide their conversation from me. "So did you see her?" Izuna asked Madara.

"Yes, she's as annoying as ever." He blanched. "I had to smack her to shut her the fuck up." Who did he hit? What are they going on about?

Izuna laughed, "while you were gone she was telling everyone you two were together and shit. She started rumors that you two were going to move in together once you returned and that you were bringing home a ring."

Madara smiled at the news and gave out a hearty laugh. "You're kidding, is she delusional?! She was just something to get my dick wet in." Who the fuck are they talking about, and EW! Johnathan scoffed at the men but didn't say anything further. "Course you wouldn't understand what that means, Johnathan." My husband teased.

He took his nasty remark in stride as he continued the check-up, "sure I understand what that means. I've gotten my dick in a copious amount of wet places." He smiled politely down at me and looked back at my husband who looked near horrified with the revelation.

He shuttered, "I really didn't want to think about that."

"Don't be homophobic, Madara." He scolded. Oh my God, I knew it! Johnathan quickly went back to work and gave me a reassuring smile. "You were right, Madara. She's pregnant, and the baby looks perfectly healthy." He removed his hand from my personal space. "I'm going to do a few checks on you too, Bella. Just to make sure Mommy's as healthy as baby." He turned to the two men standing at the foot of the bed. Izuna stood awkwardly trying to look everywhere but his nearly naked sister-in-law. "If we could have a little privacy," Johnathan suggested mildly.

Madara looked to his brother and indicated with a quick jerk of his head towards the door, "out." He didn't argue and closed the door behind him.

"You sure you want to stay, Madara? It's just boring medical stuff." I looked to him with concern. I wasn't ready to be alone with the stranger.

My husband noticed the fear in my eyes and nodded, "I'll endure it."

Without further hesitation my doctor held my wrist and looked to his watch to count the seconds. "Breathe sweetheart, your heartbeat's through the roof." He let go of my wrist and hovered his hands above my chest. The doctor looked me in the eye and instructed me with slow and loud breathing sounds. I tried my hardest to keep up with him but it was hard to relax with what was all going on. I only just found out I was pregnant, I was sick, and I had a stranger all over me- how do I calm down?

A worried look moved on to his face as he put his hands into his lap. "Well sweetheart, your blood pressure is critical enough to hospitalize a man Madara's size and your heartbeat is high enough that we could classify it as a heart attack- so I'm going to need you to calm down. "

Well that's no way to calm me down! I started to panic and breathed harder than before, I bent over the bed and threw up in the wastebasket once again. Johnathan rubbed my back tenderly as he spoke to Madara. "I'm classifying this as a high-risk pregnancy until she gets her blood pressure under control."

My husband grumbled, "so how do we get it down?"

Johnthan closed his eyes and posed in meditation, "remove the bad." I lied back on the bed and held my stomach sorely. "Bella have you been stressed out?"

I shrugged tiredly, "No not really."

Madara interrupted, "Don't lie, this is our child's life we're talking about!" I looked to the doctor who was looking at Madara as if he were the biggest dingbat in the universe.

I simply raised my hand and presented exhibit A. "I suppose if you would like to give my stress a name, you could call it Madara."

"Hardly," He rejected the blame. "I saved you from that ridiculous family of yours and brought you back home with me. You should be kissing my feet, not shouldering the blame on to me." He crossed his arms and glowered.

Johnathan cut off the silly man, "So you had a bad life in your previous household that is probably still stressing you out subconsciously, mixed with a brand new environment of hostile strangers, add the stress of the food shortage and having to make a good impression on your new family, plus you only just found out you're pregnant… And let's just mix in your manic new husband in for the hell of it." He looked back to Madara who didn't look pleased with his humor.

"So there's a lot of stress, what of it? Many people get stressed out and don't keel over." Madara didn't see where the doctor was going, but I did.

I moved my hands lower down my abdomen and held the microscopic baby. "I'm at risk of miscarrying aren't I?"

He nodded causing Madara to freak out. "So how the fuck are we to prevent it? I can't fucking help it if she's stressed out about her past, I did the best I could by taking her here. She has everything she could possibly need and more! So what the fuck do I do?"

Johnathan signaled for my husband to tone it down, "lowering your voice is a good start. Second let's keep those blankets away from her until I figure out why she's doing it in the first place." I just got them back damn it! "I'll stop by weekly and check up on her, everything should be fine."

The worst possible outcome came to mind and depressed my psyche. "How would I know if I'm miscarrying?"

"Bleeding, cramps, fever, back pain, basically it feels like a really bad menstruation."

Madara nodded, "Alright so if anything like that happens we should alert you and you can stop it." He sounded completely confident, as if nothing could destroy his plan.

The barer of bad news corrected my overly confident husband. "No, if it's in progress there's nothing I can do, so we'll just have to keep her as healthy as possible so it doesn't happen. Bed rest for Mom, and I deem the father as the official Bitch until she's feeling better. That means you get her everything she could ever want! Cool?" Madara sighed, but nodded knowing he had no choice in this. Johnathan

stood up and raised out his hand to me, I shook it with a worried smile. "It was lovely to meet you Bella, I will see you next week." He bowed to Madara and exited the room without further interruption.

My husband hovered at the end of the bed and frowned darkly. I almost felt the need to say I'm sorry, but I hadn't anything to apologize for. Silently he scooted into bed next to me and wrapped his arms around me pulling my back into his chest. I could feel his warm breath blow down my neck and his hand roam down my abdomen. "It's going to be ok, Johnathan likes to make things sound much worse than they are."

Is that what you're trying to convince yourself?