Ichigo was lying on his bed with Rukia next to him. He was on his side with one arm draped across Rukia's waist. She was leaning her head against his chest listening to his heartbeat. This had become a ritual, laying on his bead together in silence.
Rukia had left Soul Society for good. She was surprised when they actually let her go free. Well, not exactly free. Every once in a while someone would come and check up on her, to make sure she was alive, and as Renji said last time he visited, to make sure she wasn't pregnant.
Well, he said that this morning on his monthly visit. They didn't know it, but they were thinking the same thing. Children. They had been together, not for very long, but through so many things that they held a deep trust and deep love for each other.
"Rukia?" He asked, breaking the ritualistic silence that had been surrounding them.
"mm?" she only made a sound back, a bit tired. Well, not tired, comfortable and warm, making her drift into a slight sleep.
He shifted a bit and made her look at him, "When we get older h-"
"We?"
He smirked, forgetting the massive age difference between them, not that you could tell, "Fine then, when I get a bit older, how many children do you want?"
She stared at him for a bit, "How many do you want?"
He spoke softly, "At least two girls, so we can name one after my mom and the other after your sister. Wouldn't you like that?"
Her eyes filled with tears, "You would do that… for me? For my sister?" He nodded and they fell into silence again.
Ichigo had drifted off into a peaceful sleep when Rukia nudged him making him wake up again.
"Six."
He mumbled sleepily, "Six what?"
"Children moron, children."
He woke up instantly, "You want six children!" she nodded, "Ok, we better get started then." He smirked, she smiled back.
She pulled him on top of her and kissed him. Six children took time after all.