Disclaimer: I will never own Bleach
Orihime bit her lip and stared carefully at her husband who sat next to her at the table and was currently occupied with some paperwork in his hand. The dining room was terribly quiet but it was a peaceful quiet that was always welcomed into their routines after their long day of eventfulness.
Studying her husband closely, Orihime knew that Ichigo's current paperwork had to do with Soul Society. Despite their ever growing mundane lives, Soul Society was somehow always involved. She figured it was only a matter of time before the Shinigami heard the news...
"Orihime, is there something you want to tell me? You've been acting a bit strange," Ichigo's voice suddenly broke it.
Choking slightly, Orihime blushed and quickly reached for her glass of water.
"N-no, of course not," she giggled nervously out of habit. She could feel Ichigo's gaze on her as he studied her and did her best to ignore him. After a moment his attention wavered and Orihime sagged visibly with relief. Her gaze unintentionally traveling towards her flat stomach.
"Actually there is," she began in a quiet voice. Taking a deep breath, she gathered her wits before reaching over and grabbing Ichigo's hand. Their matching wedding band glimmered in the light. Ichigo briefly admired them before his warm gaze found Orihime's.
"... how do you feel about the names Haruka or Kazui?" she asked with a slight blush. Ichigo stared at her, puzzled; the paperwork now completely forgotten.
"I don't understand," he told her at last and scratched his head in confusion. Smiling patiently, Orihime reached out and kissed his hand affectionately before gently placed it on her stomach.
"Those are my favorite boy and girl names," she explained and watched happily as her husbands face transformed into one of delight.