Chapter Seventeen- Wedding, Traditional or Not

"Tobirama," Mito said looking at the white haired male. Both of them had to plan their wedding, but neither knew what they were going to do. "What do you think? For the marriage ceremony?"

"When do you want to have the wedding?" Tobirama asked, once they knew that they could work on details afterwards. "Most people I've talked to have had theirs during either Spring or Autumn."

"Then let's be different."

"We wouldn't want to annoy your father."

"He'll get over it. He told me I was too much like my mother."

"He's with Madara and Hashirama?"

"Yes. Mada's being Mada. I think Hashirama is acting like him," Mito said. Both of her children were looking at her father with wary eyes, but she knew that they would get along. "I think they'll get used to the idea of giving grandfather, cousins and an aunt."

"Yes, they've gotten along with your niece and nephew."

"Makoto think Madara's cute, while Hashirama to him is like his sister." Mito only rolled her eyes thinking about what her nephew had told her. "A complete pain. I think it must be the age, or the fact that the two of them had ganged up on everyone else. While he had Madara ganging up with him."

"Did it work?"

"Did what work?"

"His plan."

"They worked. Madara had the least amount of paint on him."

"And Makoto?" Tobirama asked wondering if they were playing 'ninja', he hoped they weren't, but by the sound of it. It sounded more like a paint war, something that was a little less dangerous then Ninja. "How much paint was he covered in?"

"He had just a bit more then Madara did. However, Hashirama and Kishi had the most paint on them."

"That sounds like them."

"Of course it is."

"So what season do you want the wedding?"

"Winter."

"Winter?"

"Yep, we'll have most of the year to plan it," Mito said, she wanted the wedding to be in December, but not that close to Madara's birthday. "I was thinking December of next year. It's take away some pressure."

"And your father?"

"He'll be fine with it, since December is the month we're attacked the lest."

"I'll have to talk to him about that."

"Someone might overhear you, they might think you've gone soft."

"Maybe I have."

"Father's going to show me a seal, to make the two connected to the clan," Mito told him, she wanted to know what he thought about it, a seal would mean that they would be allowed to move to Whirlpool, if they wished. "Doing so will mean that no one can argue with me, if I teach them the clan arts."

"Can I see this seal?"

"Of course."

Tobirama only smiled at her. He felt a little guilty, she should know who they were, to him it meant very little. But it might make a difference with her. "Mito, I have to tell you something. I should have told you sooner."

Mito only looked at the two sleeping boys. Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha. She only sighed as she looked at the roof, she didn't know what to think. She was looking after the same men she was meant to marry. The seal that he had given her, had caused this.

"Mama, what's wrong?" she heard a soft voice asked. It wasn't Hashirama, she was sitting on Madara's bed. Since he was the smallest out of the two of them, she had more room. "Mama? I didn't do it."

"Of course not Madara," Mito said pulling him onto her lap, where his head rested on her she care that this was Madara Uchiha, no, because to her, he was her son. He would always be her son. "Daddy just told me something."

"So you know?" he asked her, looking at her with guarded eyes. She nodded and she felt the boy tense up.

"Madara, you have nothing to worry about. Your three years old, my son. I'll protect you with my dying breath."

Madara only looked at her, he was still half asleep. Even then he knew she wasn't going to attack, she wasn't that type of person. This was the age that he had lost his birth mum, the same age that he was when Izuna was born. He didn't want either to be repeated.

Mito only smiled at him, as he closed his eyes. Tobirama was in their bedroom, but she wanted to be with her children. So carefully picking Madara up, she walked back to their bedroom.

"Mito?" Tobirama asked as she watched as put Madara in the space between his arm and torso, black hair on his shoulder.

"Hang on, I need to get Hashirama," Mito told him while returning with said sleeping boy five minutes later. "We're going to sleep together, I don't care who they were. They might have been grown men, but now, their my sons."

"Your father was right," Tobirama said looking at his sleeping wife. He had moved Madara to his chest, before closing his eyes. "You are stubborn."