PART TWO:

Orihime swept her long locks of hair behind her ear and prepared to stand up on her own. Luckily, she was already at the bottom of the stairs so she couldn't risk falling again. Once on her feet, a sharp pain decided to take over her and again Orihime shed tears, fearing that the baby will die at any moment. Orihime prayed that Ulquiorra or even Aporro would come and rush to her aid, but she was alone in the dark halls without even her fairies to guide her toward Aporro's lab.

Her foot slipped to the slightest degree from the crimson liquid dispersed all over the floor beneath her. Orihime's hands rested on the curve of her stomach, circling it for security. Trying not to panic, Orihime closed her eyes and do some breathing exercises that she learned from movies she had seen back in her old home in Karakura Town.

"Oh god, where is Ulquiorra?" Orihime asked out loud and before long, her legs begged for respite. She looked out into the deserted hallway only to see it not as deserted as before. She saw a figure in the distance. His electric blue hair spiked the air with rebellion, but his eyes were filled with concern. His eyes reminded Orihime of someone…

"Ulquiorra?" Orihime asked the figure as he approached her. Her eyes couldn't keep up with all of action surrounding her; she was losing focus and only thing she saw was a blurry sea of grey and blue.

"How is she doing?"

"Stable. Hey, thanks for bring Inoue here. If you hadn't, I don't think that she'll live. Why did you do it anyway?"

"Che. I didn't want to hear Ulquiorra's bickering or anything if I hadn't picked up Princess."

"Haha you care for Ulqui-kun."

"Studdap! I do NOT! Hey, where is the bastard?"

"He's in the other lab room. I think he's preparing to give Inoue the news."

"Poor girl, she seemed happier carrying his kid."

Orihime remembered when her pet bunny died when she was only eight. Although the tears came down relentlessly, Sora was there to comfort her, even allowing his shoulder to get wet with her salty tears. It seemed that Ulquiorra was doing the same as he announced that their child pasted away. He said it with plain words but the words wrapped around his head, not allowing themselves to escape. Ulquiorra always dealt with death; he is the fourth Espada, the Shi Espada, the death Espada. His second released form is even called "true despair", but now…he felt out of place.

Orihime pressed her forehead against Ulquiorra's chest; it was warm, inviting, and like Sora's all of those years ago. Ulquiorra and Orihime were in her room, his chest pressed along the curve of the back, hands sewn to her newly empty stomach. He could hear her whimpering, crying, and unable to catch her breath.

"Breathe Orihime." Ulquiorra insisted as gentle as any warrior could, but the gasps for breath increased. Suddenly, she spun her body so that Ulquiorra would cradle her as she cried louder. She slept in his arms a half an hour later and continued to cry every night for the rest of the month and Ulquiorra would cradle her every time. The wedding was held off.

After a few months, Ulquiorra decided to take the initiative. His dark lips caress down her shoulder and up to her cheek.

"Are you awake?" Ulquiorra whispered seductively, his deep voice making any woman's knees so weak.

"Yes," Orihime answered before a moan escaped her mouth. He reached her neck and suckled on her collarbone. "What are you doing?"

"You want a baby, right? Because if you want it, I'll be more than willing to provide." Ulquiorra offered as his arms slid up her nightgown with his hand resting on small of her back.

"What happens if we aren't meant to be parents? Maybe its fate's cruel way to tell us by our miscarriage. What hap-" Ulquiorra's lips captured her own full pink lips. He parted her lips to allow entry to her tongue. The kiss made Orihime's heart pound so fast and her palms sweaty. Ulquiorra pulled away.

"What happens if we are? I love you, Orihime… I just want to make you happy."

"Okay. Let's have a baby." Orihime nodded on the verge of tears. The thought made her heart have hope again. Ulquiorra crawled out of bed to make sure the door was locked before slipping off his chalk white jacket and jumping back into bed. The bed bounced up and down, making Orihime giggle for the first time in months.

Orihime celebrated her thirtieth birthday with bliss and with child. She was well into her third trimester and was due any day. Orihime couldn't be any more elated. Azien threw a birthday party/ baby shower for the event. The party was held in the grand room where all of the Espada meetings occurred; there weren't any decorations and the presents were all wrapped in stark white table cloths. Ulquiorra guided her to the one of the grand chairs and he sat beside her. Orihime rested her hands on the ever growing tummy.

"Thank you everyone for coming." She said to the near empty room. Only Aporro, Grimmjow, Halibel, and Noitora came to the event so the room was filled with an awkward stench already.

"I just came for the cake." Grimmjow muttered, "Its marble, right?"

"Vanilla." Aporro answered, "Well I came for Hime and Ulqui-kun. They came so far into the pregnancy, I'm just so…happy for them!"

"I came for Pet-chan too…and her knockers. Isn't pregnancy a beautiful thing?" Noitora asked Grimmjow will glee.

"Pervert." Grimmjow muttered.

"Well...I think it's time for presents." Orihime suggested after ten minutes of hearing Grimmjow talking smack to Noitora. She took out the largest of them all and urgently ripped the fabric like a child on Christmas morning. She peered into the box, "Nothing?"

Noitora laughed, "Hahaha look at your face!"

"That's it!" Grimmjow banged against the table, "Imma gonna cero your ass, Noitora!"

"Watch it, Sexta."

"You watch your face, Spoony!" Grimmjow grabbed Noitora's jacket before the two soindoed into battle.

"Open mine, Hime-chan!" Aporro insisted with his present in hand; it was the only colored wrapped present with pink ribbons cascading all sides of the blue colored box.

"Thank you, Aporro-kun." Orihime thanked and slowly opened the average sized package. It was an assortment of things from a pink blanket to a yellow rattle to an arrancar outfit similar to his own.

"That kid to going to be a mad scientist. I can feel it. So, the kid is going to spot by my lab once in a while." Aporro said with a wide smile stretching from ear to ear. Orihime embraced him with a sincere hug. Ulquiorra nodded in approval, but couldn't help but question the outfit.

"Ahh." Orihime moaned, clutching onto Aporro's sleeve.

"Are you okay, Hime?" Aporro asked.

"It's nothing. The baby just keeps kicking." Orihime answered with a smile.

"They are not just kicks, Orihime-chan, they are contraptions! You are having your baby! Ulqui-kun, carry Hime-chan to my lab! Halibel…er…eat some cake." Aporro commanded while running toward his lab.

"Are you scared?" Ulquiorra asked while scooping the sunset haired woman.

"No, I'm ready." Orihime smiled before the door swings behind her and Ulquiorra sondios into the lab.

After a few hours of labor, Aporro passes out and Ulquiorra taking over the role as doctor, a baby cries caked in blood and breathing life. Ulquiorra holds his child and cleans all of the blood covering the fragile and small body. Tiny hands are reaching out for the warmth of her mother and finally she opens he eyes to reveal striking bright green eyes. Ulquiorra is overwhelmed with pride and joy, but does not feature these emotions to his callous stance. He wraps his child in bundles of white and yellow blankets before handing what he and Orihime created to her mother who quickly embraces her daughter and begins to shed content tears. Orihime hastily notes her brilliant eyes, deep chestnut brown hair, and surprising peach skin. Her daughter's petite hand clasps on Orihime's thin finger.

"Thank you, Ulquiorra." Orihime states dreamily. Her eye lips are half closed as if she is drifting off to sleep. Ulquiorra feels his lips tug.

"Rest, Orihime." Ulquiorra urges as he slowly supports his child into his arms and sits quietly on a chair. He could feel his baby's heart beat against his chest and the tiny hands that rest on his chest. Ulquiorra's death gaze turns into soft pools of a feathery haven. His child is truly an angel, just like her mother.

The first year proves to be difficult for the odd couple and Ulquiorra begins to notice the aging process for his long-term girlfriend. She is losing structure in her body, her breasts aren't as bouncy as they once had been, and now she dons white streaks in her hair. Her hair, no longer the bright sunset, is now a light brown with powdered salt. This upsets Ulquiorra for some odd reason that he could not fathom. How could this happen?

"Ulquiorra, can you change the baby's diaper and watch over her for a bit? I have to see Azien-sama regarding the arrcanar children." Orihime asks in a sing-song voice while she is pinning her hair in tight bun.

"Why?" Ulquiorra asks in return.

"What do you mean 'why'?" Orihime raises her voice in shock. Ulquiorra advances to her, his hands undoing her bun. His fingers drift up to the sea of hair and finally he cups her face.

"No, why are you aging? Why is your hair no longer orange, why are your eyes no longer light grey, but now deep grey?"

"Humans don't live forever, remember?" Orihime chuckles lightly with her own hand resting on his.

"You were suppose to…"

END OF PART TWO

I've decided to make this a three-shot. So stay tuned for the next one! Thanks for the reviews and the alerts! They really make my day! Sorry for the wait, but the final installment will come more shortly than this one! =D