This is written in honor of it being Mother's Day here in Canada today.

Written 05/10/2015

Idea: It is Mother's Day and Hashirama is not a mother.

Characters: Fem!Hashirama, Fem!Madara, Tobirama, Mito

Pairings: Fem!HashiMada, TobiMito

Warnings: Light angst.

It is Mother's Day in Konoha, and Hashirama has taken the day off of work (or she's taken off as much as she can) to pay her respects to her own late mother. She spends most of the morning visiting the old Senju cemetery where the woman who gave birth to her was buried, just over twenty years ago now, and Hashirama sits on the ground, legs folded beneath her as she talks to her mother, telling her all about what has happened since the last time she managed to find time to visit. Tobirama shows up briefly, to say hello to the woman he so resembled, before he leaves, having plans to spend the day with his wife and children as he tells her. It is late afternoon when Hashirama leaves, and begins to make her way back to the village.

The woman smiles softly as she returns to her village, seeing plenty of happy children running around, some holding flowers, others, homemade presents, all destined to be thrust at their mothers and Hashirama sighs, before heading to the Hokage Tower; she knows that there is always paperwork to be done.

There is, thankfully, not much to be done today, and by early evening Hashirama is able to leave and go home. She runs into Mito on her way back to her house, and smiles at her sister-in-law, who is being trailed by three of her children, while holding Hashirama's newest nephew. They stop and talk for a bit, Hashirama kneels down to say hello to her nephew and two nieces who fling themselves at her in order to hug her. They say their goodbyes soon though, and Hashirama continues on her way.

She steps into her house and smiles as she sees that there is dinner on the table and Madara is carefully not looking at her. The Uchiha hates cooking, but it doesn't change the fact that she is actually rather talented at it. She presses a kiss to her cheek and they sit down to eat, idly talking about their day. Hashirama mentions visiting her mother, and Madara has never talked about her own, not in all the years that the two have known each other.

They both clean up, and Hashirama decides that it is too nice an evening to spend it inside, so instead they sit out on the front porch, Hashirama with some mending she's been meaning to do, and Madara with an old dusty scroll she's been meaning to read. The needle darts through the fabric and Hashirama barely has to keep an eye on it as she works, instead preferring to watch the people walking down the road a little ways away. She smiles at the sounds of happiness and laughter that drift through to where they sit, and she turns her attention back to her work.

Darkness falls eventually and Madara stands up, tucking away her scroll and offering Hashirama a hand to help her up. She takes it and brushes off her pants as she stands, thanking the other woman quietly. Madara nods, and they both head in for the night.

It isn't until they are both in bed, with Hashirama wrapping her arms around Madara to tug her close, and the Uchiha wrapping her own arms around the brunette's waist, pressing her face against her collarbone, that the silence is broken.

"I'm sorry." Madara's voice is soft, and so quiet Hashirama almost misses it, has missed it previous years, because this is the same conversation they have every year.

"Don't be." She whispers, kissing the top of her lover's dark head gently, and sliding a hand underneath Madara's shirt to softly rub circles against her back.

"But I am." She mutters, and Hashirama hugs her tight for a second.

"You have nothing to apologize for." She responds, wondering just how many times they are going to do this, as she wonders every year.

"But I do. If I were different... If I had just been born male like I was should have been..." Madara's breath hitches, and Hashirama tugs her chin up to press a soft kiss against her mouth.

"I love you the way you are, Madara. Alright?" She says, looking her in the eye, and here, in the darkness of their bedroom, is the only place that Madara feels safe enough to let the pain and apologies show in her eyes and on her face.

"But if I were different you'd be able to have children. If I were born male, I'd be able to give you children. If I weren't such a coward we could adopt-"

"Stop it." Hashirama's voice is still soft as she speaks and she tucks Madara's head underneath her chin and rubs her back soothingly again.

"Stop apologizing for something that you have no need to be sorry about. I am fine without having children of my own." She says, and honestly, she is. Some days she might wonder what it would be like, but Hashirama is happy enough with her nieces and nephews to dote on, and she considers all of the children born in the village hers as well, so the fact that Madara cannot biologically give her children, nor the fact that they both know that Madara could not mentally handle being a parent, do not bother her in the slightest.

"I love you Madara, and so long as I have you, I will be okay." She murmurs, and Madara lets out a shuddering breath. Hashirama hugs her tighter, before grinning.

"Besides, Mito asked if we could babysit her four tomorrow." And then Madara groans, because Mito and Tobirama's children are menaces, and Hashirama laughs softly, and cuddles the shorter woman closer as they both fall asleep.

I have three tests this week that I should really be studying for that I'm not. Oh well. I regret nothing.
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