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“Where the hell is everyone…?"
Shisui couldn’t help the smirk that crept up his face. You were definitely new to the family. The Uchiha were infamous for being late — significantly late — even himself. The exception was always Madara's events, however... but regardless. The only reason he was on time, in fact, was because it was his younger cousin’s birthday, and for once, someone put something together for him.
"They'll come."
Which was why he liked you, really. Dating 8 months wasn’t a long time, but you always made sure Itachi was taken care of. Itachi hadn’t celebrated his birthday in easily over a decade, and he was none the wiser that the family would be getting together.
You’d contacted all the family members he was close to and asked that they show up to his birthday dinner.
Shisui was relieved that he would be celebrated for once. Itachi was 7 the last time he celebrated his birthday, and since Sasuke was so young at the time, he monopolized the day. (Not that Shisui could blame a literal toddler.) Sasuke had unwrapped all his presents, blew out his candles, and played with all of his new toys first. Shisui still remembered the soft smile on Itachi’s face as he watched while he did.
Itachi was a giver. Always had been. But it’s clear you were too, which, in Shisui’s opinion, only made you more compatible.
Mikoto and Fugaku had arrived second, as Shisui had been first — well, technically you were first, but you didn’t count, since you arranged things. He’d been five minutes early, and Itachi’s parents had been two minutes late.
It was now twenty minutes past 5:30, the meeting time, and no one else had arrived yet, not even Itachi. He had an excuse, though — and technically, so did Sasuke since they were together. Technically, though, they were still late.
Thank God for Shisui. If he hadn't been there, you would've had to endure 45 minutes alone with them before someone else showed. It still wasn't Itachi.
"Well, this is hardly surprising," Izuna said, pulling out the seat next to Fugaku, who had taken Mikoto to the restroom.
"Give it another half hour," Shisui said. He engaged his uncle in conversation, and then within the next fifteen minutes, Obito showed with a gigantic bottle of Itachi's favorite red wine in hand.
Shisui suddenly felt a little bare as he'd given his present the week before, but he knew Itachi preferred presence to presents anyway.
"If they don't get here before Madara..." Fugaku grumbled to his wife, a scowl on his face and his arms crossed.
"Relax, dear. They wouldn't keep him waiting."
You bit down on your lip. You weren't so sure.
You spent the next ten minutes blowing up Sasuke's phone to no avail. The family had started to order appetizers and were slowly digging in (although Obito wasn't taking his time).
When a text from Sasuke appeared that they'd just arrived, you nearly jumped out of your seat. It was nearly impossible to contain yourself, but just as you went to rather loudly announce their arrival, Madara walked in.
The table stood as he walked over, and they all exchanged their greetings. When he sat, everyone else followed and returned to eating.
"Where is he?"
The chime on the door rang out, and everyone craned to look at the door.
You grinned, unable to help yourself this time around. You hopped up and hurried over to Itachi, his hair left free, billowing softly from the opening door.
As your eyes connected, his white teeth flashed in a grin, and his eyes trailed behind you, where Shisui followed. His eyes went further, focusing in on the long booth in the corner.
"You didn't..."
You giggled and wrapped your arms around him. "I did."
It had been 5 years since he'd seen Madara... and he'd shown up for something like this? He hugged you tighter than ever before. "I thought this was just the four of us..."
"You were talking about how your family never gets together anymore, so I wanted to make it happen for you."
He smirked and let out a small huff. Weren't you the observant one? "Thank you, (Name)..." Without shame, he pressed three tender kisses to your forehead and held your hand as you walked to the table.
The expression on his face as he saw his entire family wasn't one you'd soon forget. You closed the restaurant down, laughing, drinking, and non-stop talking. It was absolutely incredible to see such an esteemed family get rowdy with one another, and Itachi himself had gotten rather expressive from Shisui keeping his sake glass full.
You drove him home, took a relaxing bath together, and surprised him with a second, more explicit gift. Truly, though, it could've stopped at the dinner and the gift card you'd bought him despite him telling you no gifts.
You were a giver, after all.