Hashirama is not feeling well. Of course, Madara is worried. A oneshot in which Hashi is a girl (yeah, fem!Hashi), 'coz why not?

(There's a tiny bit of TobiIzu, too.)

Domestic fluff.

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Hashirama threw up for the third time this morning. She was sitting in front of the toilet, her head leaned down on it. Madara was behind him, his hand holding back her long, straight hair so that it would not get in the way, his other hand gently rubbing small circles on the back of his wife.

"Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?" asked the husband, deeply worried.

"No, I'll be fine," Hashirama replied as she was slowly standing up, drawing near the sink and opened the tap to wash her mouth.

"This is probably just because of something bad I ate yesterday," she weakly explained, making her way outside the bathroom and towards the bed.

Madara followed her, his brows furrowed. He didn't want to see his wife in this state. Hashirama has always been a lively person, Madara's lovely ball of energy. It truly pains him to see her like this.

He kneeled down beside Hashirama, who was now lying on the bed. "Alright. But if this continues, we are going to go to the hospital, okay?"

She nodded, forcing a weak smile. "Are you not going to work today?"

Madara is the Hokage. Together with Hashirama, they founded the village of Konoha three years ago and since then, the village grew into what it is today—a strong and prosperous village which other villages look up to.

"I took this day off. I can't leave you alone like this," Madara said, kissing her forehead. "But I'm just gonna go get something. I'll be right back, okay?" he told his wife before he left the room.

He went to his brother-in-law, Tobirama, who was living in the house beside theirs. Madara and him were still not in the best of terms but on things like this, the albino always knew what to do.

"Izuna is not here. He's in your office," was of course, Tobirama's version of a 'warm' welcome when he opened the door for Madara.

"I know. He's not the reason why I'm here," Madara said in an equally cold tone. He then told the male Senju about Hashirama.

"She's sick?!"

"She's been throwing up a lot this morning and she looks so pale. She also has no appetite. I tol—" Madara tried to explain further but he couldn't finish his sentence because the younger Senju interrupted.

"What did you do to her, Uchiha?!"

Madara could only shake his head at Tobirama and his absurdity. "Relax, Senju. I didn't do anything wrong to your sister."

"Then why is she sick?!"

"Actually, that's why I came here. To ask you. She said it's probably because of something bad she ate yesterday."

"Well, newsflash Uchiha: I'm not a doctor."

Madara almost, almost, rolled his eyes at that. If it weren't for Hashirama, he would have fought with the albino already. So he decided to endure this a little more. He took a deep breath in an attempt to calm his nerves before saying, "I know that, but your sister refused to go to the hospital."

"I'll go see her," Tobirama got off the couch as if he did not hear what Madara had just said.

"She's resting now, Tobirama. I only came here to ask you what medicine she can take."

Tobirama paused in his tracks then turned around to him. He didn't immediately say a word, he only gave Madara a knowing and a very suspicious look.

Pretty much everyone in Konoha knew that he and Madara had always been like oil and water—they hated each others guts with seething passion, even when Hashirama and Madara got married two years ago. However, for the sake of Hashirama, they're trying to better their brothers-in-law relationship—

—and so far, it's not getting any better.

Tobirama proceeded to the kitchen, still not saying a word.

Madara sat in the living room, waiting and very much running out of patience, until Tobirama returned, holding a paper bag of what Madara assumed was the meds.

"Give this to her but make sure she eats first. Got it?"

Madara quickly got up from the couch and grabbed the bag from the albino's hand. "Thank you," He mumbled and flashed a smile (a mocking one, which Tobirama returned with the same fervor) before he went back home.

He headed straight to their bedroom only to find the bed empty. As he walked inside, he heard a not so good sound coming from the bathroom.

"That's it. We're going to the hospital," he decided as he rushed to Hashirama's side.

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The two walked side by side on the way to Konoha Hospital, holding each other's hands. It was a late summer morning, the weather was just fine, the kind when it's really good to stroll outside and just enjoy the scenery.

However, Hashirama couldn't. She's too preoccupied with the sickness she's feeling—nauseated and very lightheaded at the moment. Madara could feel this, even though she didn't tell him, so he gently squeezed her hand and deliberately stopped walking. Hashirama looked at him, confused.

"Why don't we stop here for a while?" he offered, not waiting for her to answer as he led her to the grassy plane by the Nakano River. They sat on the upper part of the slope, a tree behind them providing a shade.

Madara rested his back against the tree and Hashirama leaned her head on his shoulder. She breathed the fresh air in and thankfully, it helped ease her sickness, if only a little.

Several minutes passed. Madara could feel that his wife seemingly relaxed. In fact, too relaxed—she didn't reply when he asked her if she wanted to eat.

Smiling secretly to himself, he watched the sleeping Hashirama. Although paler than usual, for Madara, Hashirama would always be beautiful.

When Hashirama woke up from her nap, a small smile was painted on her lips.

"Feeling better now?"

"Yeah. Thank you," she replied, leaning in to kiss him. Madara smiled.

"Do you want to eat something?" he asked thoughtfully.

Hashirama shook her head. She's indeed feeling a little bit better now but she still had no appetite. "No. I will just throw it up."

Madara frowned in worry. "Come on. You have to eat a little at least," he said as he stood up before carefully assisting Hashirama.

They went to the restaurant which serves Hashirama's favorite—mushroom mixed soup. Madara was relieved that it seemed to do the trick.

After they ate, they finally headed to the hospital. They were just a few meters away from the building when they were approached by Izuna.

"Good afternoon, Nii-san, Hashirama-Nee."

"Hi, Izuna," Hashirama beamed, cheerful now. She's always been fond of Izuna.

The young man smiled at her before regarding his older brother, "Nii-san, could you come with me for a moment? There's a little problem in the Village and we think you need to see it."

By 'we', Izuna meant him and Tobirama. He was Madara's second-in-command together with Tobirama; both of them helping Madara in the administration of the Village.

"Is it bad?" Madara asked, more concerned about leaving Hashirama, especially at this time.

"Not really, but Tobi and I thought that you should know about it."

"That has to wait," Madara decided. He would go to attend to the matter concerning the Village after he's ensured Hashirama's well-being. "Tell that boyfriend of yours that I'm with Hashirama and he'll know why."

Izuna seemed to have realized something. "Why?" he gasped. "Is something wrong with Hashirama-Nee?"

"She's—"

"Oh no! Hashirama-Nee, are you okay?" Izuna cut Madara off as he focused on Hashirama, reaching and holding both her hands in a thoughtfully sweet way. His brows furrowed, looking worriedly at her.

Hashirama softly chuckled. "I'm okay, Izuna. Don't worry about me," she told him.

Beside the two of them, Madara watched the heartwarming scene—the exact opposite of his and Tobirama's 'siblings-in-law' relationship.

However, when it seemed like Izuna wouldn't let go of Hashirama's hands any minute sooner, Madara felt the need to interrupt. He cleared his throat to remind the two of his presence, but they must not have noticed it since they only continued exchanging affectionate words.

"Izuna," Madara called. "Hey, Izuna."

"What, Nii-san?"

"Leave Hashirama alone, will you?"

"But—"

Madara was about to reason out when Hashirama suddenly spoke, "I think you should go, Madara."

"What? How about you?"

"I'll be fine," she gave him a reassuring smile.

"Are you sure?"

Hashirama nodded, pressing a quick peck on his lips.

Although still a little bit reluctant, Madara left with Izuna. Even the younger Uchiha hesitated to leave, too, and only with a promise that they won't be long so that Madara could return as earlier as possible did he finally went with Madara.

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Hashirama proceeded to the hospital andq she was directed to a room where the doctor was.

"How are you feeling, Hashirama-sama?" the doctor asked.

Hashirama was feeling a lot better now than she did earlier in the morning. That short nap and the food really helped. She'd told Madara that she doesn't need to go anymore, but he insisted.

Hahirama told the doctor about the nausea and the light-headedness that morning.

"Did you miss a period?"

"Yes, but it happens from time to time."

"Has this happened before? The morning sickness I mean?"

"No. I don't think so, doctor."

"I need you to undergo a few tests to confirm my diagnosis, okay?"

After the tests, the doctor left the room to get the results and she came back a few minutes later.

"Is there something wrong with me, doctor?" Hashirama asked, a little paranoid, but she loosened up when the doctor smiled at her.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Uchiha. You're pregnant."

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Madara walked hurriedly to their home. The sun had set and it was now getting dark so he figured Hashirama was already back from the hospital. He wished he could go home earlier but the 'simple concern' Izuna and Tobirama was talking about turned out to be a would-be major one if not for them detecting the issue this early. Anyways, everything's back to normal now and he's finally arrived home.

However, Hashirama was nowhere to be seen in the house. Madara wondered what might have taken her so long, but he decided to stay instead to cook their dinner so that she doesn't have to do it when she gets back.

He was washing the cookwares that he used after he'd finished cooking when he sensed his wife's chakra drawing closer and closer to him. He silently smiled.

Slowly, two slender arms wrapped around his torso. Hashirama hugged him from behind, resting her head against his muscular back.

Madara smiled in relief. He was about to say something when he suddenly felt that she's sobbing. He turned around and gently put both his hands on the sides of her face.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Hashirama didn't answer and instead continued to cry.

Madara pulled her into a warm, loving hug as he caressed her brown locks. He patiently waited for her to calm down.

"I'm pregnant, Madara."

Madara jolted when he heard the news, but his shock was instantly replaced with happiness.

He gently lifted her chin. "You're pregnant?!" he said excitedly, but his smile vanished when he saw Hashirama's facial expression, which was rather full of worry and anxiousness.

"What's wrong? Do you...not want it?" His voice cracked a little at his second question. What if Hashirama doesn't want to have a child? They haven't talked about it after all as they've been too busy with the Village.

"Of course, I do!" she bursted, tears still falling from her eyes. She sounded somewhat angry at her husband for even thinking that she doesn't want to have a baby with him.

Tears continued to fall from her eyes as she continued, with a lighter tone, "I'm just—terrified, you know? There's a little human growing inside of me. It's just so...so overwhelming." Her embrace became tighter as she buried her face on Madara's chest.

"Shhh...I know it can be hard, but don't worry, okay? We'll face it together," he paused, "you know, Hashirama, I've always wanted to have a family with you."

The brunette's crying slowly faded. She then pulled away from him to look him in the eye. "I want that, too." This time, a small smile formed on her lips.

"You're gonna be a father, Madara...and I'm gonna be a mother." She said exuberantly, giggling a little. Her eyes were slightly swollen from crying, but Madara could see that all the worries in them were gone now.

Madara smiled back, but that smile held more than what it seemed to have. Hashirama's now back in her jaunty personality, and nine months from now, they're going to welcome the new member of their family.

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Four months later...

"Can I do it again?"

"No."

"Please?"

"..."

"Please? Please? Please?" Hashirama pleaded with cute puppy eyes, so how could Madara refuse?

"Fine..." he sighed, defeated. "But this is the last time, okay?"

Hashirama beamed, nodding eagerly.

They were sitting on the couch in their living room. Hashirama, whose adorable baby bump is now visible, was behind Madara and was taking the red ribbon off the male's long raven hair she'd put on it just a few minutes ago.

Almost everyday, Hashirama has a new obsession and for the past week, it's tying up and decorating her husband's hair. She even taught Madara how to braid, so that he could do it to her, too.

"Done!" Hashirama announced joyfully, feeling very proud of her work. She brought a round mirror in front of her husband's face in order to let him look at his reflection. Hashirama undoubtedly did an excellent work on Madara's hair—the braid was intricately done and the red ribbon perfectly complemented the raven locks and the overall look—and maybe, if Madara was a woman, he would have appreciated it.

"My turn!" the wife giggled, turning around and giving him access to her hair.

Madara could only sigh. He's going to be late for work but seeing Hashirama like this, he knew he couldn't refuse. He grabbed the hairbrush and started brushing his Hashirama's hair.

"Do you think it's a girl, Madara?" she asked, her voice mellow as she gently caressed her tummy.

Madara found himself smiling. "Do you want our baby to be a girl?"

"Hmmm...I don't know. But I have this...feeling that it's a girl."

"I think a girl would be great," Madara answered, still working on her braid.

"You think so?"

"Yeah. A mini-you would be cute."

"A mini-me?!" she exclaimed, eyes bright and smiling widely. Madara nodded, flashing her a warm smile.

"Alright, it's done," he said when he finished braiding his wife's hair. He looked at the clock. "I'm going now."

He let down Hashirama's now-braided-hair, placed a kiss on her lips and tummy, and then slowly stood up from the couch. Before he got to the door, he reached his hands on his own hair to remove the ribbon.

"What are you doing?!" Hashirama quickly—but carefully—got up from the couch.

"I'm going to work. I need to take this off."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Madara."

She said in a rather commanding tone and Madara knew better not to argue anymore. He would just go to work with a braided hair today, just like he did for the past week (which, by the way, have never failed to catch people's attention so far).

Okay, maybe the remaining five more months would be longer than he expected.

-End-

I'm not really satisfied with this one. I think Hashi is veryyy OOC, and Mada as well. I dunno. Feel free to leave a comment if you think so.

And also, the mild TobiIzu was totally uncalled-for, I knowww. They're not really my ship...before, but there's this TobiIzu fanfic I've recently just read and I became interested to them.

Anyways, I repeatedly typed 'his' or 'him' when I'm referring to Hashi, so if there are any parts of the story where the pronouns are wrong or any other grammatical errors, I'm sorry.

All in all, I enjoyed writing this, especially the part where I typed 'Mrs. Uchiha', referring to Hashirama. I mean, that was just 💕

I hope you like this one shot...and sorry for the long author's note 🙏

'Til next time!

-Cee