Hisana giggled as Byakuya playfully nipped at her neck with his teeth. It was amazing their love life continued to thrive throughout her pregnancy- at least twice a week, sometimes twice a night. He ruffled her hair moving his lips up to the corner of her jaw. His hands slipped within her clothes, massaging and pressing gingerly. She whined a high-pitch cry. His deep voice rolled across her ears.
"I love it when you're so vocal," He complimented while increasing his roughness. The moment her legs began to quiver she shoved him away, stroking her womb.
"We can't. It'll hurt the baby if we're so rough." Dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes but his lips lightly upturned.
"You're right. Besides," He sighed. "You'll need all the energy you can get tomorrow during the inducing." He proudly placed a hand on her swollen stomach. They laid down upon their plush bed. Byakuya stared into her eyes and they had a silent conversation that conveyed such a strong, mutual love.
Byakuya had shocked the world when he married the obscure waitress from a crummy party of the city. He was heir to one of the largest law firms in the world, was a savvy businessman, and came from old money. Their marriage was an expensive affair that was heavily publicized despite the efforts to keep it low-key. But the more red carpet events Hisana attended with him for some of his clients, the more renowned she became.
Now the country knew all about their pregnancy and it was somewhat of a national frenzy. So naturally she spent most of her time at home throughout. But seeming she had gone a week over her due date, their private doctor had set a date for her induced delivery and both were poised to become parents after a while of trying.
Hisana thought about the well-designed nursery she enjoyed decorating as she tried falling asleep. Neutral colors everywhere, well furbished with a high-end crib, silent mobile, white-noise generator, unbelievably comfortable rocking chair, changing station, baby clothes; Hisana went through the list in her head, mentally checking off the list to make sure they had everything. She watched as her husband's eyes drooped heavier and heavier by the second until he was asleep, his arm around her protectively, his boxer briefs tucked tightly against her flannel pajama pants and beneath her womb.
She smiled to herself as she listened to his breathing as it slowed, calming her in the process. Could she be any happier? She figured the next day would definitely increase her happiness, but the moment was lovely enough. She hadn't ever thought her life could be so good.
She came from the crappiest part of the city. She worked three jobs to be able to live on her own in a rundown apartment. It was during a double shift as a busgirl and waitress at a so-so restaurant that she first encountered the suave Byakuya Kuchiki. He was on a private date with some girl who wore head-to-toe designer labels, had a hundreds upon hundreds of dollars' worth of a haircut, and probably fake breasts. She had to wait on their table when she realized who he was; his face was everywhere in the newspapers. After a great conversation with him as they were waiting for their food, Byakuya had become smitten. She had received his number and the following day the headlines were about his split from a longtime heiress girlfriend. The rest was history.
Here she was Hisana Kuchiki, wife to business and justice tycoon, and mother to his first child. Wrapped safely in her husband's warm embrace she fell asleep, anxious for the day to come.