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Mio pov:

Its been two years since I was married to Madara. Two years since everything has settled down between the Uchiha clan and Konoha. Just as I had hoped, the Uchiha clan had been accepted and the whole compound was shifted more to the interior of the village.

The Uchiha clan is the main police force of Konoha and are responsible for managing recruitment for all of the protection squads. Madara has been quite content with the new lifestyle as well and there have been many alliance treaties signed with other villages surrounding Konoha. Of course, the treaty is signed only if both the Uchiha and Senju clan see it as a good thing....so both Hashirama and Madara have to be the ones to sign the documents.

Besides improvements with the village and the Uchiha clan, things have been very pleasant between Madara and I. Over the two years, he's learnt to relax around me. He still hesitates from showing any sort of weakness in front of me. Well, that's the kind of person he is....he doesn't like to seem any weaker than what he portrays himself to be. I have accepted that flaw in him because no matter how much he tries to act, I'm the one person who can see through his facade.

Whether it be anger, irritation, happiness, pain, tiredness....I can tell what he's feeling with just one glance. The good thing about it though, is that he accepts my gestures when I try to help him out. It can be anything - from just sitting with him holding his hand as I trace my fingers on the lines on his palm to hugging him to my chest and letting him stay wrapped up like that until he feels better.

He still doesn't want to show weakness because it hurts his pride, so understanding that I try my best to be as natural and subtle as possible.

Besides that, I also haven't been completely jobless in the compound. I have a good amount of knowledge so I manage the financial matters of the clan. I'm pretty fast at doing things and I also maintain records so that we have references for later on. The job is not full time so it wasn't a bother during my pregnancy or even in the present when I have to take care of Izuna who is a year old now.

That's right. Now Madara and I have a one year old son named Izuna. Madara was quite bent upon having him named Izuna and honestly, I couldn't really disagree. He had black hair and black eyes just like Madara. He's brought out a good influence on Madara and the clan as a whole.

"Mio sama? Tajima sama wishes for your presence." I looked up from the latest account tally that I was working on to see a maid standing at the door with her head down. I smiled and put down the ink brush as well as placing a weight on the papers so they wouldn't fly away. The window was open and the weather had gotten slightly breezy.

I followed the maid to Tajima san's room and entered after a knock. Mioki san was there too and unlike Tajima san who had that permanent frown plastered on his face, she smiled. "Come in, Mio dear." She said and I went to sit down in front of them on a pillow. "Where is Izuna?" She asked making me smile. "He's sleeping. I left him in the room....I'll go check on him to see if he's awake."

"Its very important for us to spend time with our grandchild. We must pass on our knowledge of the clan to the next generations." Tajima san said closing his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest. I bit the inside of my cheek to hold in a laugh at their obvious wanting to play with their grandson. I did my best to maintain my poker face and I bowed. "Okay, Tajima san. I'll bring him to you when he wakes up." I excused myself after that and when I was outside the room, I shook my head with a laugh.

Now that it had been about two hours since I had put Izuna to sleep, I guess I should check on him, right?

Thinking so, I headed to the room Madara and I shared. I was about to step into the room but I paused at the door when I saw Madara sitting in the middle of the room, scrolls and papers spread out around him and Izuna gurgling and giggling as he crawled in between the mess. I smiled amused as I leaned against the door frame with my arms crossed.

I just watched them. It was quite comical actually. Izuna kept crawling around and trying to get his hands on the scrolls and papers. Madara was concentrating hard on his work but everytime Izuna got too close to one of the documents, Madara would gently push him away to a good distance. It was like a game to Izuna now....every time he was pushed away, he would giggle and wave his little arms in the air with a big smile and then yet again try to get his hands on the interesting documents.

It was surprising. Madara had always been a person with a short temper but when it came to Izuna, he really bewildered me. No matter what Izuna did, no matter how many times, Madara never lost his temper. He would behave like it was just a natural thing....just imagine! Even now, no matter how many times Izuna tried to get his hands on the papers, Madara's expression didn't change as he just kept pushing him away from time to time. It was....adorable.

Finally having seen enough of this father-son weird affection, I walked into the room and picked up Izuna in my arms. He smiled wide, giggling as he touched my face with his tiny hands. "Mamamamaaa!" He gurgled and I chuckled, tickling his stomach with my nose. Madara was so engrossed in his work that he didn't even acknowledge me there. I rolled my eyes and headed to the door.

I was about to leave but I turned around to look at Madara with a mischievous glint in my eyes. I walked to him and sat on my knees behind him. I lifted Izuna and put him splat on Madara's head. Izuna giggled loudly and tugged at Madara's hair with his hands. "Dadada! Da daaa!" Madara twitched before turning his head back to look at me with a raised brow. "What are you doing, Mio?"

I shrugged as I touched Izuna's head setting sown some of his hair that was sticking up at the back. "Helping you spend quality time with your son." "And how is him pulling my hair helping?" I rolled my eyes pulling Izuna off Madara's head. "You know, you should really start being around him and actually talk to him. All you do is push him away to make sure he doesn't touch your precious scrolls. Even though he just laughs about it." I muttered the last line under my breath.

"Talk to him? He cant understand what I say and he cant talk back. What do you expect me to talk about with him?" He scoffed, looking back at his scroll. I sighed. Madara was not good at this at all, was he?

"It doesn't matter....at least look at him in the eyes once....I've never seen you actually be with him, you know? It makes me feel uneasy, like you didn't want this." Madara sighed, putting down the scroll before facing me. I'm sure I had a look of hesitance but I forced myself not to look that way. I pouted slightly and held Izuna out to him. He looked between us warily and proceeded to hold Izuna below his arms. Izuna reached out to hold Madara's side bangs in one hand and touch his face with the other. Madara just stared at him before sighing again.

He cradled Izuna to his chest and watched him as he pulled at his hair and chomped on it. "He's trying to eat my hair." Madara said....more like deadpanned and it made me burst out laughing. I leaned forward and pecked Madara's cheek.

He looked up at me smiling amused. I gave him a chaste kiss making him growl annoyed when I didn't let him deepen it. "Feels nice to hold him, doesn't it?" I asked with a smile and he looked back at Izuna. "I suppose....now that you're forcing me to do this....he feels awfully squishy." Madara poked Izuna's stomach making him squeal in giggles. He took a hold of Madara's hand and chomped his finger covering it with slobber.

Madara raised a brow again, wiping his hand on his shirt. "He's funny." "Glad you find him at least a little interesting." I mused as I wiped off a bit of slobber that had dripped down Izuna's chin. I held his little hand and kissed it before giving another kiss to Madara on the side of his head.

I stood up and stretched. "You're parents wanted to see their grandson. Since its good for you to spent time with Izuna too, I'll let you take him to them, okay?" I smiled and walked out of the room before he could object to my suggestion.

I laughed to myself as I remembered Madara's expression. I just had to make him learn by pushing him. That's okay though, I was quite fun to see his reactions. And I was sure that he would be a good father after a little bit of training.

>>Timeskip

I sang a slow Korean song as I patted Izuna. After another busy day, it was time to sleep.

When I was sure Izuna was asleep, I kissed his head gently and headed back into the main part of the room. I was against making Izuna sleep in a separate room so Madara had got some interior adjustments done to our room. There was a curtain that separated the small place where Izuna's crib was and in case he woke up in the night, it was easy for me to go to him immediately and console him. Just as Madara was with Izuna when he was working, he was just as patient even if his sleep was disturbed.

Madara was already lying shirtless and on his back with his eyes closed but he opened them to look at me when I crawled over to him to lie on his chest. I hummed out feeling blissful as I snuggled into Madara's intoxicating warmth. I moved up so I was hovering over his face. Smiling, I leaned down and connected our lips.

Madara responded immediately, wrapping his arms around me and pushing me off him so now he was on top. I lifted my arms to wrap them around his shoulders. I played with his hair and parted my lips when I felt his tongue brush against them. I shivered as he lifted my shirt up to touch my bare waist. He groaned softly into the kiss and I opened my eyes halfway and dazed. Seeing his perfect features in the dark, I couldn't stop from tilting my head and kissing deeper.

He pulled away a few minutes later to look into my eyes. We stayed silent and I just caressed his head and face as he watched me. He then bent down to kiss my neck. He easily popped open the buttons of my shirt, exposing my skin to him. He placed his hand on my side and I shivered again.

I let out a strained groan as his tongue and teeth left my skin tender along my neck and collar bone. I held his head, pulling him closer and turning my head to the side to give him more access to my skin. His breath was hot and so was the temperature in the room. I bit my lip tightening my hold on his hair as he bit down on my skin. "Ma....dara...."

I felt him run his teeth down my arm getting the straps of my innerwear out of his way. He continued to treat my skin and I kissed his shoulders and neck in return, enjoying his silent caressing.

After a while, he sighed and just laid down with his head on my chest. I could feel his deep breathing on my skin as his forehead touched the crook of my neck. I had both arms wrapped around him and his around me. I had one hand gently patting his head, running fingers though his hair occasionally. "I love you, Madara." I said in a soft voice to which he tightened his arms around my waist.

I smiled turning my head slightly to kiss his forehead. I turned sideways completely, bringing his head closer to me as I lay comfortably on the high pillows. He snuggled a little into my chest a little more wrapping his arms around my frame like I was some cuddle toy and sighed. He was asleep in moments and I just watched him as I patted his head. "It always was you, Madara....it always was and always will be." I whispered into the silence of the room.

I closed my eyes as well feeling sleepy. Husband and son in the same room, with all the love and affection I could feel, I fell asleep with a content smile on my face.

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