And Baby Makes? Chapter 2, a bleach fanfic

Rukia woke feeling rather stiff, but nonetheless warm. And happy. Almost as if the previous day had been some sort of nightmare. Almost. It was only a little while before she had to come out from under the covers- Ichigo's body temperature was so high she swore the male practically radiated heat. Toushiro, of course, had left hours earlier for 10th Division- he was never one for sleeping in. He likely wanted a bath since he hadn't taken one the night before as well. She herself usually didn't sleep past nine if left alone, whereas Ichigo would sleep well past noon.

And she usually saw to it that he didn't, but today, seeing the teen's face sleeping so soundly, so peacefully, she couldn't bring herself to do it. "Adorable when he's sleeping," she muttered. After a light smile and a soft sigh, she stood and got ready for what was sure to be a long and tiring day.

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As expected, Ichigo didn't surface till almost one. "Hey, Rukia," he yawned. "Why didn' ya wake me?"

"If you're going to complain about it, I'll be sure not to let it happen again."

"Not what I meant. What's that?" he asked of the box she was going through.

"The inviations I commissioned."

"Already? When you order them?"

"About three hours ago."

"Damn. The luxuary of nobility."

"They likely fear Toushiro more than I," she chuckled.

"...He's not exactly known for his compassion, is he?"

"I find it to be unnessary," the tensai said, entering.

"Toushiro?" Ichigo asked. "Shouldn't you be under a pile of paperwork?"

"Har. Har. Rukia requested I take lunch off."

"She's gonna have you wrapped around her little finger till that kid's born, isn't she?"

"As opposed to you, whom she's had wrapped around her little finger since the day you met?"

"You little-"

"Shut up," the woman said, grabbing both thier collars and dragging them to the dining room. "We're getting food."

"Big brother isn't here, is he?" the taller male asked.

"No, he's at work," she replied to both the other's relief.

The meal was considerably more light hearted and comfortable than the night before. The trio had the mansion to themselves, mostly, sans the maids and servants of the place, but they mostly left them alone unless something was needed.

"So how was work, honey?" Ichigo joked to the taichou.

"Mindnumbing and neverending, dumbass."

Rukia chuckled. "Ichigo, you should know better than to ask that before his day actually over."

"Should, but don't," the teen remarked casually.

"How's the waste of time progressing?" the tensai asked.

"You really want to know?" the woman asked, surprised.

"What I want to know is when Matsumoto's going to storm into my office demanding to know why she had to find out 'something like that' from an invitation and not from me directly."

"When is she ever around you voluntarily?" the orange haired male asked.

Teal eyes blinked. "That's actually an excellent point, Kurosaki."

"Point for me."

"Don't let it go to your head."

"Too late."

"Fucking teenagers."

"Sounds fun."

Rukia couldn't stop a laugh at that comment, epecially when the shorter male flushed a bit.

"A swift reminder of why I put up with you would be in your best interest," Toushiro practically growled.

"Cus I know every damn thing about you and there's not a damn thing you can do about it. And Rukia says I'm adorable."

"I never said that!" the woman retorted.

"This morning when you thought I was asleep. You said I looked adorable."

"I did not!"

"Yeah, you did. That's why you didn't want to wake me up."

"See if I ever show such mercy again."

Ichigo chuckled, then gave her a kiss on her cheek.

"That does not make up for it."

"Then what will?"

"Those hormones will be your destruction."

"The same hormones you two can't get enough of taking advantage of?"

"Those are the ones."

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"Taichou! You're getting married? To Rukia-chan? Why'd I have to find out like this?" Matsumoto cried after 'the messenger' had flash-stepped from the office. Toushiro had barely seen the other male in his prerifial vision; the taller looked exhausted, but was still maintaining excellent speed.

"Be thankful you're invited at all."

"Taichou! So mean!"

"But now that you know, I'm certain the entirety of Sereitei will as well. If Kurosaki hasn't gotten to them first."

"That was Ichigo-kun?"

"How do you miss that obnoxious reiatsu?" Hitsugaya snapped.

"Taichou...you're blushing!"

"I am not! Get back to work!"

"Taichou, it's ok if you-"

"Take another look at that parchment before you even think about finishing that statement," the male growled. She couldn't have possibly figured it out, could she?

"Oh, I don't doubt this is true too," she replied, smile full of mischief. "But I do know Kuchiki-taichou..."

She did! How? Toushiro took a drink of tea, but made no other reply.

"I knew it!" the fukutaichou declared, almost making him spit it back out.

"Knew it?" he drawled. How? Just how?

"Yes! I've been suspcious of it for some time now, but this decides it! You, Rukia-chan, and Ichigo-kun are all together, aren't you?"

The taichou twitched, not at all impressed with the warmth he felt on his cheeks.

"So why are you getting married, then?"

"You said you knew Kuchiki-taichou." No point in denying it.

"Is Rukia-chan pregnant?"

"Keep your voice down."

"Aw! Taichou's gonna be a daddy!"

"I SAID KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN, WOMAN!"

"So scary, Taichou..."

The male's voice lowered to an almost inaudiable mutter. "Ichigo... could be the father as well..."

"You don't know? How scandalous!"

"Shut up. Do some work, will you?"

Suddenly, the office door flung open, letting in Hinamori. "Shiro-chan! What is this? I don't get any warning at all?"

"You people assume I recieved warning," he sighed, really not wanting to go over this all over again.

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It was later than usual before Hitsugaya left his office. The braver members of the Gotei 13 had been in an out of it all day trying to get information out of him. The only ones who'd left with anything but brusies were Hinamori and Matsumoto. With a little luck, they wouldn't pass it on.

Shunpo would save time, but not energy, and tired as he was, took his time walking to his quarters. He'd considered returning to the Kuchiki mansion, but could clearly sense his lovers in the direction he was heading. Keeping the futon warm, no doubt.

Let them. Ichigo's baser instincts (and that guy was at least 95% base instincts) probably needed the reassurance Rukia was still 'his' as well, whether or not the male himself realized it or not. Toushiro smiled a little; he hadn't allowed himself the time to fully process the situation.

A baby, huh?

And a girl, to boot.

They were about to give 'Daddy's little girl' a whole new meaning.

Heh. Daddy.

He found himself wishing very much he knew which of them that little girl should be calling 'daddy,' not because any one of them cared, but because it wasn't fair to the child. And this wedding thing wasn't fair to anyone. But that was life, he supposed.

The baby would sense like herself, not as either parent. The only thing reiatsu would ever be able to tell them would be whether or not Rukia was pregnant; which was an obvious yes. Even after she'd given birth, they stil might not be able to tell.

In the long run, he knew it didn't matter, but he wasn't captain of the intelligence division for nothing. There was a very large part of him that craved knowledge, and not knowing something this important was driving him mad. He supposed he'd have to find some way to deal with it, he finally decided, walking up to the building he lived in. Then he realised something else. He was engaged to Rukia now. They couldn't keep living seperately, could they? His question was answered after he opened the door.

Boxes everywhere.

"I should have seen this coming," he scolded himself. Disoray, especially in his own quarters, was normally an intolerable offense, but figured he could make an exception, just this once.

Especially when he saw what the other two were up to. Toushiro watched the scene from the doorway, interupting the last thing on his mind.

Yep. Futon. Ichigo had just pushed himself inside the woman, who sucked in a breath. "Ichigo..."

It wasn't his name, but the heat was there, and the tensai (not for the first time) was grateful for the roomy uniform.

He felt his breathing grow heavy watching Ichigo make love to Rukia- and whether she realised it or not, he was going easy on her. The taller male usually had no problem impaling himself on either partner; now, he was going more slowly, although sharply, so (hopefully) Rukia wouldn't notice. She'd obviously informed the hazel eyed male it was perfecly all right to have sex at the beginning of a pregnancy, though it seemed he was not thoughly convinced. Ichigo was Ichigo, after all. He always did as he thought was right.

"Shit... Rukia..."

"Ichi...go...ah!" A short, soft gasp left her lips while she came, the male soon after.

"Enjoy the show, Toushiro?" the orange haired male asked after a few moments, sitting up.

"Indeed," the tensai replied. "Rukia, I assume you're the one trying to build a child's fort in the living room?"

"Nii-sama," she sighed apologetically, going vertical as well.

"We'd have to stop living seperately eventually."

"Now Ichigo just needs to move in."

"I prefer this place to not be a mess."

"Hey! I resent that remark!"

The taichou chuckled. The other male was far to easy to annoy. Of course he knew the teen was almost as obsessively tidy as he himself was.

"That's about everything out there," the woman continued. "I just wasn't sure..."

"Unpack as you see fit, Rukia."

"...This is all so sudden."

"You don't say," Hitsugaya drawled, elicting small laughter from the other two.

"Sudden's a pretty big understatement," Ichigo added.

The violet eyed woman slumped her head against his shoulder. "Yes. I know."

"Hey, where're you going?" the teen asked, seeing the white haired male leaving the room.

"To take a bath," Toushiro informed him.

"We'll join ya!" the taller called.

"No you won't," was the abupt reply; laughter followed it.

Let them. He preferred to bathe alone, thank you very much.

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Ichigo more less left himself out of the weddin plans, an act of self perservation on his part. He didn't really feel sad about it (pissed would be far more accurate), but watching Rukia and Toushiro plan the thing was dizzying enough, let alone making any decisions himself.

Rukia wouldn't let him stick around for the one thing he was actually looking forward to: her dress fitting. No oogling for Ichigo. She said the teen seeing her in her dress before the wedding was just as bad as Toushiro seeing her. And the tensai's fuse was shorter than ever- Ichigo didn't dare to even attempt to tease him for fear of frozen death. So the shinigami sub spent the day in his own world, basking in the normalcy that was his junior year of high school.

"No Rukia-san or Toushiro-san today, Kurosaki-kun?" Orihime asked at lunch.

Sort of.

"Nah," was the attempt at an apathetic reply. "Busy."

"That's too bad," the girl said. "I was hoping to see her- Is she really going away for a few months?"

"Yeah." He was still doing his best to be casual; Inoue was one of the few people who knew about the three of them- He wasn't sure if he should bring up the baby or not, though.

"For work?" Ishida asked, joining the two.

Well, the Quincy knew too; he'd walked in on something... well, something he probably wished a thousand times over he hadn't, and was evidentally incapeable of keeping shit from Orihime. May as well come clean at this point; his other friends were either elsewhere or a few feet away making buffons of themselves. "No," he replied.

"Oh?"

"Rukia's... pregnant." It was the first time he'd said it aloud; it sounded bizarre to hear himself saying it.

"Seriously?" the healer exclaimed. "Does that mean both you and Toushiro-san will be daddies?"

"Keep you voice down, Inoue! I don't want this to get around yet, but yeah, I guess so."

"Guess so?" Uryuu repeated, eyebrow arched.

"Byakuya... insisted one of us marry her when he found out."

"Huh?" both exclaimed.

"Yeah."

"How could he do that?" the female asked. "How could you possibly...?"

"Why does everyone keep asking that? It's obvious who the better choice is."

"Kurosaki-kun..."

"So basically, you made the decision for them." Ishida was always blunt.

"It was obvious, no one want to admit it but me. What's done is done now; though I'm probably not gonna be around much the next few months."

"Understandable. It's going to be a long nine months, Kurosaki."

"Four to five, apparently."

"Ah."

"Um, Kurosaki-kun, did you decide that because Toushiro-san..."

"Rukia doesn't know which of us is her actual father."

"Her?"

"She does know it's a girl, somehow, though."

"Oh! You should start thinking of names!"

"Names...? Rukia's gonna name her, I'll bet."

"You never know, Kurosaki-kun. Rukia-san might like an idea you come up."

"And hell might freeze over."

"Hey, hey! Maybe Toushiro-san will freeze it for you! Then she'll have to!"

Ichigo couldn't stop a small chuckle at his firend's wide eyed 'logic.' The things that made sense in her head...

"Orihime," Uryuu told her. "I don't think that would work."

"Aw, really? I thought I was on to something there..."

The orange haired male shook his head, then went back to his sandwich, listening to Ishida explain real logic to his girlfriend. Ichigo wasn't sure why the other bothered. Even Toushiro had given up on that ages ago.

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Kuniye/ Kunie -protection of the country

Mitsuho- light and protecton

Machi- true happiness

Mitsuki- beautiful moon

Maeko- child of true happiness

Miyuki- silent snow/ beautiful happiness

Mayu- gentle truth

Narue- turning into a blessing

Michiye- 3,000 blessings

Narumi- growing beauty

Eiji- 2 proectors

Setsuna- calm snow

Shou- soar, fly

Taeko- child of many blessings

Tama- Jewel

Tora- Tiger

Akari- light/ brightness

Fuu- Wind

Hisoka- Secret

Etsuyo- generation of happiness

Akina- bond/bond of family

Kimiko- child without equal

Koemi- little laugh

Kokone- sound of the heart

Yukitsuki (snow moon), Koritsuki (ice moon), Fuyutsuki (winter moon)

Akina Fuyutsuki Hitsugaya

Toushiro's eyebrows lifted slightly at the list he'd just found lying on Ichigo's desk. He was surprised the other male had already put so much thought into naming thier to-be little girl already; he'd even come up with a fairly good name to boot. With a smirk, he picked up his lover's pencil, made one small add-on, then left.

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Ichigo went back to his room as soon as he was done dinner. There had been a certain tensai either on his roof or... Yep. In his room. Toushiro had definately been in there recently. He looked around for a why; then his eyes fell upon the list he'd put more effort into than originally intended. There was a bit neat handwriting added on to his own scrawl.

Akina Fuyutsuki Hitsugaya-Kurosaki

Ichigo rolled his eyes with a scoff. Right.