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They were all seated around the table.

Toka and Izuna were seated at the front, anxious to break the news about their expected child.

Hashirama was clutching the hands of his wife, Mito, like an anticipatory child. They had almost reconciled over the fiasco with Madara. Almost. They had loads of "fun" every night (or so everyone heard), but Hashirama still had to do the dishes. And the groceries. And the litter. Mito, however, was willing to do the rest of the chores.

Tobirama had brought Naori along, vehemently insisting that they were just friends, much to Hashirama's disappointment. She grinned a little too uncharacteristically, as if she already knew what was going to happen, which was a reasonable assumption, given that she still conversed with Izuna frequently, albeit much less than they used to.

Madara had his arms crossed, evidently displeased to be in the company of the likes of Toka, Hashirama - whom he still yet had to forgive - and that godforsaken Tobirama.

And so they all waited, waiting for Toka and Izuna to make their announcement.

"I'm pregnant!" Toka declared excitedly – a little too excitedly.

"What?!" Came the response of four flabbergasted voices (Naori was a little more blasé.)

"We're going to have a baby," Izuna added. "Okay, let me start this again. I'm going to be a father and Toka's going to be a mother. You, brother, are going to be an uncle."

"The hell?!" Madara's frown gave way to horror. "You don't actually mean you did that with that she-devil."

"We did," Izuna responded as he bit his lip. "It was much better than one would expect," he added sheepishly.

"My little brother has fallen to the dark side!" Madara wailed.

"Think about it," Izuna pressed on. "You'll have little Izunas running around!"

"With Senju blood," Madara said, sounding terrified.

"Oh come on!" Hashirama scolded him. "This is wonderful news! We'll officially be connected as a family!"

"Noooooooooooooo!"

"Come here Madara, give me a hug!"

"I am going to kill you someday!"

"But we'll have so much fun playing together!"

"Get off me!"

"So," Mito asked, turning her sceptical gaze away from the entangled figures of Hashirama and Madara, "Is it a girl or boy?"

"We don't know yet," Toka replied.

"How – how do you feel about being a mother?" Mito inquired curiously. She herself had been pondering on the prospects of having a child with Hashirama too, now that their martial problems have largely been resolved.

"I'm excited!" Toka said giddily.

"And I'm worried for her," Izuna remarked half-jokingly. "She won't know a thing on what to do with babies."

"Oh shut up!" Toka protested.

"Just kidding, I know you'll be fine," he teased. "That is, if you don't drown the baby with milk."

"Izuna!" Naori scolded him slightly. "Have some faith in your wife."

"Naori, you know how she is," he shrugged in defence.

She rolled her eyes at him.

"Besides," he added. "You haven't told me about this."

He gestured between Naori and Tobirama, and Tobirama and Naori.

The attention of the room shifted towards the pair and both chuckled apprehensively.

"They're dating!" Hashirama hollered while being locked on the floor with Madara.

"We're platonic friends," Tobirama rebuked sternly and sensing the air of scepticism rising in the room, yelled indignantly, "What?!"

A/N: Let me know how you feel about this chapter in the reviews! :P The ending is nearing... we've got, maybe three chapters left (?) Let me know anything specific you'd like me to include before this all ends!

Also, it would be very nice if you could check out my story "What Might Have Been."

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