Midnight Feeding
"Ichigo..."
Ichigo groans, turning himself over in his sleep.
The baby phone is making enough noise to raise a bear from its sleep.
With a small groan of her own, Orihime sits up and pushes herself out of bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Alright, alright, I'm coming already…"
She slides her naked feet into her slippers, careful not to wake him, still blissfully asleep.
"Here I am," she whispers after she's entered her son's bedroom. "Aren't we being noisy tonight?"
She picks him up gently and holds him to her chest, smiling when Mamoru calms down almost immediately. "At this rate you're going to wake up dad and he needs all the sleep he can get."
The little boy yawns soundlessly in her arms and lets out a protesting wail. Orihime chuckles and walks over to the small fridge in a corner of the room to go retrieve an already made bottle of formula. Placing it in the nearby bottle warmer for a few minutes, she sits herself down in the rocking chair in the middle of the room to wait.
"Is he up again?"
"Yeah, the little guy got hungry."
Ichigo enters the room, putting on a shirt over his naked chest. "I thought it was my turn."
Orihime looks up at him with an amused smile. "I tried to wake you, but even a canon shot wouldn't have helped."
Ichigo smirks back and takes Mamoru over from her. "Let's get this champ fed and sleepy again."
"I'll go get his bottle."
Mamoru gives another pitiful wail, clearly very hungry now.
"Here it is," Ichigo whispers reassuringly after Orihime hands him the warm bottle. "Come on now, open up."
Orihime watches him feed Mamoru for a moment and once she assured herself that Ichigo can handle it, kisses both her boys on their cheek. "I'm going back."
Ichigo kisses her on her forehead and nods. "Go on, I got him."
"Alright."
Ichigo sits himself down on the chair with a tired sigh and watches Mamoru slowly drinking his bottle with small sighing noises. His light brown eyes stared at him in fascination, his little right fist clutching the dark fabric of his t-shirt tightly.
"You're the most precious thing to me in this world, I hope you realize that one day," Ichigo whispers softly to his son, grinning when Mamoru pushes the bottle away with his little hands. He pulls the bottle away and kisses him on his forehead. "Just don't tell your mother I said that."
Mamoru yawns again and blinks tiredly, giving in to sleep once more now that his hunger has been satisfied.
"Good boy." Ichigo stands up, walks toward the crib and places the sleeping baby in it, covering it lovingly with the small duvet.
Sliding back into bed behind Orihime, he takes her in his arms and kisses her shoulder, snuggling closer when she wrapped her arms over the ones holding her in her sleep.