What to Expect When You're Expecting
Disclaimer: My name is Anemone. I write better when there's gum in or around my mouth, and I do not own Bleach.
This is dedicated to Sly-sama for planting the idea of a pregnant Ichigo in my head.
This story contains gay marriage, yaoi, yuri, GrimmIchi, RukiHime, other side pairings, comma overkill, vivid detail, mpreg, and profane language. Oh, and it's AU.
Prologue
Chocolate eyes boredly scanned the room. He and Grimmjow found themselves in the apartment of Rukia Kuchiki and Orihime Inoue on a chilly Friday night in October. The orange haired boy and his blue haired lover were seated on the tan leather couch in the cream-colored living room. Rukia and Orihime were in the kitchen; the raven haired girl was preparing dinner while Orihime supervised.
Grimmjow mindlessly flipped through channels on the flat-screen television that was mounted on the wall in front of him. Obviously, nothing held the attention of those electric blue eyes, because this was the third time he had decided to channel surf. Quickly growing annoyed, Ichigo grabbed the remote and tossed it onto the coffee table.
Grimmjow smirked. "Temper, temper. What's the matter brat?"
"Nothing, that was just irritating." Ichigo said.
Grimmjow was about to press the matter further when auburn head popped into the room. "Dinner's ready!" Orihime beamed excitedly.
Letting the subject drop, the two headed to the kitchen.
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Their dinner had consisted of steak and salad. Rukia had even lit candles to "set a romantic atmosphere." Now they were all gathered in the cozy living room, Rukia holding her bunny, Chappy, in her lap while Orihime attempted to dress it in a cotton candy pink dress.
"Rukia, Orihime, why do you insist on dressing up that bunny? It doesn't like it." Ichigo stated. "Look, it's trying to run away."
In all actuality, the little bunny with black, white and brown splotched fur was curled quite contently in the raven haired girl's arms.
"Chappy is just fine with dress up time," Orihime said, bottom lip protruding in a pout.
"Besides, Ichigo, if you and Grimm would hurry up and procreate, we wouldn't have to dress up our bunny. We'd have a little strawberry prince or princess."
"Or maybe both!" Orihime squealed in excitement.
"Yes, Ichigo should have twins." Rukia's silver blues sparkled and Ichigo could see the gears in the girl's head spinning with ideas.
"Gotta say the idea of my brat pregnant with my-."
"Kittens?" Rukia interrupted with a smirk.
Electric blues glared into silver blues. "-babies does sound pretty enticing."
Ichigo glared at his lover and two best friends. "Don't encourage them, Grimmjow." His voice slipped into a whine.
"Oh c'mon Ichi," that purr laced into Grimmjow's voice. "You've got such a sexy stomach. It would look even better full of baby."
Ichigo felt the smile tug at the corners of his lips due to his lover's choice of words. "You idiot, men can't get pregnant."
"That's not true," Orihime began, stormy grays filled with excitement. "There's this doctor, Mayuri Kurotsuchi, who developed this drug that allows males to…" She trailed off, trying to form the right word.
"Conceive?" Rukia supplied.
"Yes, that! You should go see him. It's experimental, and you could participate in the trial." Orihime finished.
"Or we could pay a visit to Kisuke. He's probably got something up his sleeve." Rukia said, silver blues pleading.
"There's no way in hell I'd let that clog wearing bastard anywhere near me with a drug he concocted!" Ichigo's voice rose two octaves.
"Fine, then can we at least go see this doctor?" Grimmjow's fingers laced with Ichigo's, electric blues begging.
"Keh, fine. But I'm not doing anything until there's a ring on this finger!" Ichigo stated, pointing to his ring-finger.
Electric blues burned with an idea.
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To Be Continued.