Ichigo & daughter

Summary: Ichigo and his daughter have a moment. IchiHime.

Sorry for any spelling mistakes

I do not own Bleach.

Ichigo's POV

I sat at the dinning room table drinking some coffee when Rose came down with wet cheeks.

"What's wrong sweetie?" I asked picking her up onto my lap, she had my orange hair, her mothers brown eyes and smile. She was still small at only six.

"I had a bad dream," She mumbled snuggling into my chest.

"Would you like some hot chocolate?" I asked stroking her hair.

"Yes please" She wrapped her arms around my neck as I got up lifting her with me and making our way into the kitchen.

"Where's mommy?" She frowned.

"She's with Aunt Rukia." I answered handing her the small cup.

"Thank you," She grinned sipping at her drink.

"What was the dream about?" I sipped my own drink watching her carefully as she swung her legs sat on the counter.

"You and mommy never came home and I was all alone and I couldn't pwotect myself," I smiled slightly at her lisp.

"I'll always come back and protect you," I sighed putting the empty cups away and carrying her to bed.

"Can I stay with woo tonight," Her lisp getting stronger as her eyes drooped.

"Of course," I smiled setting her down on mine and Orihime's bed.

Orihime's POV

I made my way upstairs letting my hair loose. I found Ichigo asleep with Rose snuggled in his arms, I smiled at them after changing into pyjamas and joined them kissing Rose's forehead and Ichigo's lips.

"Sweet dreams," I whispered drifting to dream land.

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