The tiny newborn fidgeted his little body, dressed in a yellow onesie as he slept in his tiny bassinet, both of his tiny arms up at the sides of his head, his itty bitty hands balled in fists. Uryu stood over it, watching as the infant slept peacefully, his tiny chest rising and falling with every little breath.

Ishida Souken. His grandfather's namesake. His hair was soft, and dark, dark brown in color, as if his and Orihime's hair colors had been mixed together to get this. Although the baby slept, Uryu knew his eyes were grey.. just like his.

He knelt down, very gently kissing the baby on the cheek, marveling in this tiny being that his wife had brought into the world. It was an amazing thing, becoming a father. There really was no experience in this world that could equal it. He moved back, gently trailing a finger across the baby's cheek, wondering if this was how his own parents had felt when they had him, when he felt someone touch his shoulder.

"He's beautiful, sweetheart."

His eyes widened as he turned, seeing his mother stand before him, just as he remembered her- her long, black hair was pulled back in a braid and she stood before him in a white dress.

"I.. I wanted you to hold him.." he stared at her with pain in his eyes. His mother, his beloved mother, smiled gently as she reached out and touched his face gently before she began to turn away, "It's alright."

He watched as she turned and began to walk away, his vision of her fading, "I already know what it's like to hold a perfect baby."

Uryu stared down at his son as Orihime walked into the room, a shopping bag hanging off her wrist, "Uryu, did you happen to- Uryu..."

"Huh?" he looked at her in slight confusion at her saddened expression as Orihime walked over to him, reaching up, her fingers brushed his face gently, "Sweetie, you're crying."

He stayed still as Orihime wiped his tears gently and kissed his cheek, watching her quietly before moving suddenly, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her tightly.

Thank you, okaasan.. they really are perfect.