Requested by TheSinOfLust- 

     You lay limp on the bed, panting. Beads of sweat glided down the side of your face as you took in big huffs of air. You watched as your beloved slid your panties to one side, so a divider and some of your socks would fit in the drawer. Looking at the pile of folded and tucked socks, you sighed. You guys needed another drawer.

     Moving was a challenge. Despite the amount of clothing you and Hashirama own, most of them belonged to the little one growing inside your tummy. Time quickly passed by when he finally finished organizing your socks. He pulled his head that had been buried in the open drawer of socks and sat slouched on the floor with his legs crossed.

     "Tired?" you asked, the question was loud enough to catch his attention. He turned around, still sitting on the floor with other clothing - most of them are baby clothing given from his sweet loving little brother - pooled around him in a mess of pastel colors. His eyes widened and were soon filled with concern for you and the baby.

     "Honey, you shouldn't carry stuff around. The doctor said so remember?" worry was present as he beckoned - forced - you to lean on the headrest of your shared bed.

     "But I want to help :<"

     "You don't need to help me, (Y/n)." you wanted to continue playfully arguing, although, after witnessing how your husband used your name rather than an endearing pet name, you backed down.

     "Ok..."

     He exited the room and soon returned with a cup of milk, pasteurized one at that. He even did the grocery shopping himself and asked the seller multiple times if it was good or not for a pregnant woman. The doctor gave you two a list of items of what to avoid and you nearly burst into tears when you saw raw fish on the list. Which meant nine excruciating months without sushi.

     He placed the mug in your hand as you blew for a couple of times before drinking it in small sips. For some reason, your lover still had that minty smell he acquired after stealing your body wash. Meanwhile, you were covered in beads of sweat, the smallest and simple things would work you out to the bone. Heck, even bending down sounded like hell to an expecting lady.

     Your husband sat in front of you, leaning in a couple of times to kiss your belly. "Be good to momma, okay?" he planted another kiss to your swollen tum tum, being ever so gently as if it was as fragile as glass or a blooming flower. "We love you so much."

     When Hashirama pledged his love for you, he made it his personal mission so that you will never have to lift a finger ever again; in or outside of your abode. Then the baby came and that turned to a tenfold. Other than spoiling you and your bundle of joy rotten, he also took care of the moving. You and Tobirama pestered him to get one or two people to help, but he wanted to do it himself. The reason was unknown, therefore he was responsible for your safety and the child.

Sometimes he would catch a glimpse of you helping and that earned you a hefty scolding from him; then again it wasn't a harsh one, knowing your hormones and how powerful they are at making you cry and do all the worst things.

     You stroked his hair as he suffocated himself by burying his nose in your growing belly. You smiled and we're grateful if jow lucky you are to marry someone like him. Glancing at the pile of clothes scattered on the wooden floorboards, you decided to let your lover rest before he continued working again.

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