To be quite honest, this wasn't something he imagined. Don't be cruel, he has an absurd affection for you - you're his woman, after all. Damn, he was only gone for a few - several - months, and, damn, when he came back, there was a baby in your arms. It was a shock, initially. Madara really wouldn't doubt your word, since that damn child is the spitting image of him. Their eyes look so much alike - he sees his own reflection in the orbs of his child. Madara could already imagine their offspring growing up, with long hair like his. It was his. It was yours. It was yours. Eyes and likely hair would be just like his - meanwhile, the beautiful smile and skin color are all yours.

Whose personality will this child inherit? Oh, he didn't break down, but he would really love to see the explosive son. "Uh," he stammered, extending a meaty, scarred palm just to gently stroke his child's forehead. "Is... Ah, is it a girl? Or a boy?" Madara tilted his head, black hair falling to the side with this gesture. "It has your smile," whispered the Uchiha, a surprisingly sweet smile brushing his beautiful lips. "Have you chosen a name yet?"