Your arranged marriage to a prominent feudal lord has always been a happy one or so you thought. When he suspects your lack of fertility, he takes up a mistress much to your dismay. Your sister, no less!
The overwhelming depression forces you into...
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A/N: As much as I would rather put an author's note at the end, I need to give a heads up. I updated once more during my break because I was announcing some personal news. If you haven't read it, please go back a chapter. If you don't wanna experience Tobirama smut, then you can just return to this chapter. hehe
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...injustice
You give birth to a healthy son but cannot remember the process. It's as if you fell asleep and awoke in another part of your life with additional memories. This time you rise with your clothes intact and your room much smaller. It isn't the same room as before which makes you wonder where you slept.
The confusion lasts a brief minute until you finally notice the familiar picturesque garden outside your door. From what you remember during your last state of consciousness, you reside one room over from your shared space with Tobirama. The reason behind the switch still remains unclear, but at least you know that you reside within the Senju premises.
A blurred figure opens the door to call upon your attendance. They ready you quickly and usher you over for breakfast. There you find your daughter and son, sitting beside each other as they eat. She is now in her teens and you gather him to be six years old. They appear near opposites due to their hair and eye color—both resembling their fathers more than anything.
And they appear to be bickering just like them... You pause. 'How in the world can I think that when I still do not know my daughter's father?'
In the midst of their squabble, your daughter notices your presence and redirects her attention over to you. "Good morning, mother."
Her words interpret distant, but you do not put much stock into such ideas. "Good morning," you hum as you walk over to your spot.
"Mother!" Your son waves his utensil around in excitement. The corner of your lips twitch at an attempt to frown from his lack of manners. "Did you hear? I'm going with father to the Village of Grass!"
You tilt your head at the statement. "Oh, why is that?"
"He says he has a conference there and wants to take me."
For Tobirama to be interested in teaching him diplomacy means that he hopes to pass down his legacy to his son. It is an endearing thought, but you spot the dejection in your daughter's gaze. "Is he taking the both of you?"
A dead air fills the once jovial room. At the mention of your daughter attending, your son begins to wear a look of hesitance. He does not seem adverse to the idea but not exactly used to her addition. "Well, father does not take her anywhere."
Your smile fades. The overwhelming pain of seeing your daughter abandoned to this degree has you seeing red. "That isn't right."
Your daughter understands your line of thought and reaches out to grab you arm. "Mother, don't..."
