"Madara, did you hear? I'm going to be a grandfather!"
Hashirama slapped Madara's shoulder hard, his eyes wide and his face full of disbelief, as though this were some incredible achievement. Even now, he still couldn't quite take in this enormous surprise.
"You've said it a hundred, a thousand times already! Are you ever going to stop?"
Madara Uchiha glared at Hashirama and shoved his hand away irritably, a trace of displeasure crossing his face.
At first, he had been able to smile, congratulate him, and drink with him. But after Hashirama repeated a million times that he was going to be a grandfather, Madara's patience ran out completely. He even started getting angry, itching to punch Hashirama's stupid face!
But Hashirama remained immersed in his own world, still grinning like an idiot without taking in a word Madara said. He pressed his lips together, a blissful, loving smile appearing on his face, as though he could already see his future grandchildren laughing and playing at his feet. That tender, doting look made Madara's hair stand on end, and he immediately left his seat to get away from him.
"Tobirama, I'm going to be a grandfather!"
"...I'm going to be a Second Grandpa."
Tobirama repeated the words blankly. He sat rooted to the spot, his body motionless, but his mind was racing. He had already begun planning all the toys and supplies he would buy for the baby. He was thorough about it, preparing both boys' and girls' versions of everything, with two of each. What if Momoka had twins, or a boy and a girl?
No, what if she had triplets? It was rare, but not unheard of. They would have to make sure she had proper prenatal examinations...
Caught in a whirlwind of brainstorming, Tobirama couldn't move at