This is for Kakie-pie, and Brandon T, one of my reviewers. Kakies is my best friend, who I love to death. Love ya, Kakies! And Brandon,glad you like my writing. Hope you like this one!
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach in any way, but I do ownthis fic. If I ever catch you copying it in any way, I'll have to kick your but until hell won't have it again.
Ichigo looked down at the baby girl in his arms. She looks so much like her mother, despite the bright orange hair. Her violet eyes made up the difference, and so did her lungs. She could scream so loud people on Mars probably heard her, if there are people on Mars.
She's really tiny, like Rukia, and isn't much of a morning person, like Ichigo. (He found out the hard way; ever been kicked in the chest by your own three-day-olddaughter?)
Of course, she's always been a bit violent, even as an unborn human inside Rukia. Ichigo had been listening to her heart, (he was ecstatic) and had been kicked in the head. The welt remained for two days, then finally started to die down.
Ichigo laid his sleeping daughter in her crib, and looked over at his sleeping wife.
They'd been married less than a year ago. Their wedding night had been the night their daughter was concieved.
Masaki was born on the same day as Rukia, the fourteenth of January. That was seven days ago. Now, they just had to worry about Soul Society coming after them, but it didn't seem likely, considering Masaki showed nothing out of the ordinary, for a baby, at least.
So worrying about Soul Society could wait, for awhile.
Ichigo sat down beside Rukia on the bed, and laid his hand on her hair. He immediately regretted it when she stirred; the last thing he'd wanted to do was disturb her sleep.
Rukia's had a long day, being alone with her baby. Every time she cried, when all her solutions didn't work, (feeding, changing, singing, playng) she'd called Isshin, or whoever happened to answer the phone at the Kurosaki house.
Isshin's solution had been a warm bath, and staying with her when she didn't sleep.
"Ichigo was the same way when he was a baby; he rarely was able to sleep without knowing his mother was nearby," Isshin had said, in an unusual, calm manner.
When Yuzu called later, she said it was because he didn't want to risk waking the baby, and was back to his normal hyper self when he'd hung up.
Rukia leaned into him, and murmured something inaudible to human ears.
"Hmm?" Ichigo kissed the top of her head.
"How was work? I never asked about it during dinner," Rukia looked up at him, sleepily.
"Great. Dad and I had to pull a coin out of a kid's nose, and then Yuzu had to bribe a six-year-old with cookies to get her to stay still for her shots," Ichigo stroked her hair.
"Anything out of the norm?"
"I caught myself in my zipper, if that's what you mean." He received a glare from his wife. "Karin tried to make lunch for us, on a dare from Dad, and nearly set the kitchen on fire. Luckily, she only burnt the food, and we got to eat take-out," Ichigo lay back against the pillows. "I never thought that the pizza place down the street would atually deliver in less than half an hour, so I had to pay for it."
Rukia chuckled.
"Do you ever wonder what it would've been like if you hadn't saved me from being killed?" Rukia asked, totally out of the night sky.
"No. I try not to think about that. I just think about the present, like you, and Masaki. I have too much on my hands now to dwell on the past."
"Ichigo, I love you."
"Back at you." Just as he said that, he heard his daughter stir in her sleep. "Guess I forgot to mention that I love Masaki."
"What you said." Rukia then fell into a heavy sleep, with Ichigo following soon after.