A/N: First off, I want you to know that these are not in any particular order. I don't think any of them will greatly relate to each other, but if they do it will be obvious which one was first. First is a Shiyori, just because that's what I came up with first. No preference. Honestly. Oh who am I kidding... On with the story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. I don't make any profit from this.
Hiyori had been long ago resigned to the fact that she couldn't have kids – her body hadn't matured properly, and even though she should've at least grown up medically, she hadn't. At least, that's what Captain Unohana had guessed from test results, examinations, and other important information.
"What the hell do you mean I'm-" Hiyori cut off abruptly, glaring at the fourth division lieutenant. "I can't be, Retsu said so herself, you dumbass." In the last fifty years, Hiyori had sprouted up another few inches and filled out, due to Unohana manipulating Mayuri into helping her find a way to help Hiyori grow. Apparently the medic captain had something on Mayuri, but Hiyori just wasn't interested in that. Right now, she had bigger fish to fry.
Isane fixed Hiyori with a calm, even stare. "If you don't believe me, I can get Captain Unohana, but I can read test results just as well as she can. You'll be put on desk duty immediately."
Hiyori glared more intensely at Isane. While the two didn't hate each other, they were known to butt heads at every twist and turn they met at.
"Would you like some help telling your husband?" Isane said, way too calm for Hiyori's taste. Hiyori was still more than a little panicked; she had come to the medic division because she was sure she had the stomach flu, only to find out she was pregnant!
"I want to see Retsu." Hiyori snapped, pounding her fist against Isane's desk. "Get her over here now you ogre!"
Isane stepped out of the room, trying to maintain her cool. She absolutely hated it when people touched on her height.
Hiyori slumped into the chair, staring at her stomach. Could she really be? Retsu had told her that she wouldn't be able to anytime soon, if at all.
"Let's have a look at those test results." Retsu Unohana stepped into the room, reaching for the loose sheets on Isane's desk. Isane did not return, likely by choice.
"You said I couldn't be." Hiyori growled. "You were wrong? How can you be wrong! You're a doctor, isn't medicine a science?"
"Medicine isn't always an exact science, Hiyori." Retsu kept a calm smile pasted on her face, one of the few ways to placate Hiyori Sarugaki in this kind of situation. "There's a lot of guesswork. And some women never have periods and end up having kids anyway. But the results do appear to be that you're pregnant. I can give you an ultrasound if you don't believe me."
"No." Hiyori stood. "I believe you." How could she think that the doctor who had saved her from being so severely injured in the winter war could be wrong? She couldn't. She was pregnant, ready or not.
Retreating to Shinji's office, Hiyori found herself between a rock and a hard place. Did she just come out and say it? Or did she find a way to slip it into the conversation? She'd never been delicate, but she'd never been pregnant before either.
"I got word that you're supposed to be on desk duty for a while, Hiyori." Shinji looked at her over his desk. "Are you hurt?" He paced over to her, kissing her forehead softly. "What happened?"
Suddenly, Hiyori had an idea. "Momo asked you to get your ass over there." She said gruffly. "And you better hurry, because she's swamped." When Shinji hurried out of the room, Hiyori found a scrap piece of paper and scrawled two words on it, then her name. Rushing to hurry before he realized she had tricked him, she cleared his pen drawer out, dumping all the pens into the miscellaneous drawer. She shut the drawers quickly, but not before hiding the pens on top of Shinji's desk as well. Breathing a sigh of relief, she sunk into a chair. Her stomach was making disturbing noises, and she just hoped she wasn't going to throw up again.
"Alright, Hiyori, why did you lie to me?" Shinji appeared in the doorway, and while he looked like he could definitely forgive her, as he always did, he looked none too pleased.
"Why don't you get me a pen?" Hiyori smirked; she was using the same trick he had used so many years before to propose.
"...Alright." Shinji obviously feared what he was going to find. Slowly, he pulled the left desk drawer open and lifted the scrap of paper out of it.
In red pen, Hiyori had scrawled two words and her name. The note simply read, "I'm pregnant. – Hiyori"
Shinji blinked and then hugged her gently, if not just a bit too tightly. "This is a good thing, right?" He asked softly as he held Hiyori close. "You seem upset."
"Don't be a dumbass." Hiyori kissed his cheek softly, and then slapped his shoulder. "You're suffocating me. Both the baby and I need air."
Shinji smiled softly at his wife. "I'm glad you're glad." He murmured, kissing her forehead. God, he loved this woman.
"Like I said, don't be a dumbass." Hiyori mumbled, tucking her face against his shoulder. "You are my husband, why would I be upset about having your baby?"
Shinji laughed, then scooped her up, something he could still do without much trouble, despite her slightly taller than before height and filled-out figure.
"I hope it's a girl." Hiyori muttered. "I don't want a little boy like you."
"With my luck it's going to be twins who act like you before we got together." Shinji grinned. "But I'd still love them."
Hiyori couldn't fight the crazy grin that took over her face. She knew she couldn't have married a better man.
A/N: This took forever to write! I still feel like Hiyori got slightly out of hand somewhere in here, but I can't see where. I mean, I can see where, but I don't know how to fix it. Anyway, I hope you liked it, but don't be afraid to fill me in on how you feel about it.