A/N: This was number four on my list, my huge list of ideas and plotting. I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or make any profit from this.

Thump.

Rose turned to where Lisa had been standing. The girl was now on the floor, on her knees, clutching the side of the couch for support.

Crouching beside her, he asked, "Lisa, what's wrong?" Rose glanced around before taking her hand gently. Their relationship had been a secret for all of its fifty years, and they weren't about to let anyone find out now.

"I'm fine." Lisa's hand tightened noticeably around the chunk of couch in her grip. "Get out of my face." Her face had paled, and she looked nervous. Lisa wasn't a nervous person; Rose knew that like any of the other vizards. She had to be feeling pretty bad to be worried about herself.

"Don't lie to me." Rose raked his eyes over her, trying to identify a cause. She seemed dizzy, but that could be a lot of things. "What's wrong?"

Lisa, though she gave him a slight glare, sighed. "My heart is beating in my throat." She huffed, trying to ease herself onto her feet, still unsteady. "I'm fine, it'll go away."

Rose shook his head, scooping her up. "You're going to get some rest." In his head, he was using the two puzzle pieces he had to try and think what could be wrong with his girlfriend. As he laid her in bed, he eyed her calendar. A red slash across last week's dates made his eyes go wide.

"You didn't have a menstrual cycle this month, did you?" Rose studied her. He knew everything about Lisa, and her periods were certain things, the second week of every month, every time.

"No." Lisa refused to look away. She stared him down, unblinking. "I was going to tell you tomorrow. I thought it could just be stress..."

"Lisa, you know damn well that being late by two weeks isn't stress." Rose ran his fingers through his hair, more stressed than angry. Hell, he could never really be mad at Lisa. He loved her too much to ever be angry with her for long.

Lisa blinked. She said nothing, but her blinking became rapid-fire blinks and she clenched her jaw. Rose sat beside her, that tiny bit of anger fading at a moment's notice.

"We tried to be careful." He muttered, lying beside her on the bed. "But..."

"This is no one's fault." Lisa said, evenly, though her glasses were steaming up just a bit. "Being 'careful' doesn't guarantee anything. So don't even go there, got it." It was a statement, not a question. She didn't want to go down that road, that much was clear. "And don't tell me what to do about this... this..." Lisa paused to wipe her glasses on her shirt and rub her eyes before starting over. "Don't tell me what to do because I've already decided."

Rose couldn't help but flinch at her decisiveness. "Alright, what are we doing then?"

"We're keeping it." Lisa's gaze was even, calm, even a bit cold. Rose couldn't help but wonder what she thought he would say to that. Did she think he would disagree?

"Alright." Rose nodded, relief flooding him. "When are we going to tell everyone?" He changed the subject as quickly as he could; wanting to let her know that subject was final.

"As soon as possible." Lisa's voice quivered a bit on the last word. "According to my calculations, I'm already past the point where most miscarriages happen, so we might as well just tell everyone."

"Hey." Rose turned her towards him, gently. He felt as if Lisa had suddenly become an antique porcelain doll that he had to treat gently or break. Not that he was usually rough with her, but now he felt as if he could barely touch her without hurting her. "Look at me."

Lisa tipped her head up to look at him. "I'm looking at you, now what?" Her voice held a teasing tone, something that Rose was glad for. He couldn't stand it when she was upset.

Leaning in, he kissed her softly.

Though it had been a shock at first, he was glad. Now only one big challenge – or in their case, six smaller ones, stood in the way of their happiness.

A/N: So there's the first chapter. The other's should be up shortly, so what did you think?