Chapter Nineteen- Baby and Academy

"Think his coming around?" a voice asked, Tobirama didn't know what happened, but then he remembered. Madara. Mito. Baby. "Madara... if he doesn't wake up in five minutes, you might want to get a medic."

"Seriously? Sent the three year old to get a medic? Dude, he'd kill us," another voice said, when he opened his eyes, he saw Madara sitting on his chest and he wondered how he didn't feel the boy's weight.

"Daddy's up," Madara said blinking climbing off of him, allowing Tobirama to sit up. So he was going to have a baby with Mito. A child, a baby. He would still love Madara and Hashirama, they would always be his children. "Daddy, Mummy told me to tell you. Up."

Tobirama only nodded as he lifted Madara onto his shoulders, without thinking. He should've known that Mito would give Madara a seal, or the fact that it was usually Hashirama would asked to be picked up, not Madara.

Madara only smiled as he slipped the piece of paper from his sleeve onto his hair. Mito told him to it, if Tobirama fainted when he told him about the baby. She didn't tell him what it did. Only that he had to do it, even made him promise.

"You fainted," Mito said as he walked into the door. Madara dozing off on his head, she knew that he would be. He always did that when Tobirama carried him. She thought it was cute, and showed how much Madara trusted him. "Really? Is it that much of a surprise, I mean I'm three months along. Don't faint, Madara's taking a nap on your shoulders."

"I can take him to our room," Hashirama said, hopping off the couch. He knew that Mito and Tobirama needed to talk. That and he could take a break from Mito's lession, she had already finished Madara's, but his was longer since he was on a different stage. "I've almost got the tag down Mum. Also, Dad pink's not your colour."

Tobirama only looked his son, wondering what he was talking about before passing Madara to him. His head leaning against the five year old's shoulder, while his legs where being supported by Hashirama's left arm.

"Pink's not my colour?" Tobirama asked once the two were out of sight. Then it clicked. "You had Madara do something?"

"Of course not," Mito told him, looking at him with an innocent smile. "I would never use our son against you."

Tobirama only nodded before he looked in the mirror. His hair was his normal white, but the end were a soft pink. He was glad she didn't chose a neon pink, but he guess this is what he got for fainted. "So we're going to have another child? We better start getting the nursery finished."

"Tobirama we still have six months."

"But sweetie, I'll need your help."

"I can help later."

"Not without hurting yourself and our child."

"Don't look at me like that!"

"Like what?"

"It only works for Madara."

"Can you blame me for trying?"

"Can't. But I hope you learnt your lesson."

"Don't copy Madara?"

"Yes. His cute, you're handsome."

Tobirama only smiled at her words, picking her up. He only smiled at her. "Why don't we continue in the bedroom? I'm sure Hashirama can find something to distract himself with."

"Hey, Mada. How do you feel about the baby?" Hashirama asked once Madara woke up. Black eyes only blinked, before looking at him. "You know our new sibling."

"We'll protect them," Madara said. Yawning before looking around his room, he swore he was on Tobirama's shoulders. "Anything new?"

"No. Just both of us are going to the academy. Mum can teach us with a baby, she'll continue our sealing lessons, Dad will help with our Taijutsu... when he can, but with the war going on..."

"They don't have time."

"Yea. You sound used to it."

"I had a private teacher, he used to train me before he's leave. So in the mornings."

"Poor baby," Hashirama said pulling him into a hug. No wonder he was cranky all the time, Hashirama thought, kissing his forehead. "I'll make sure no one does it to you again."

"Hashirama, you're a moron."