"M-master Renji, you must wear this for the ceremony." The attendant said, looking very flustered and a bit scared. He held a formal kimono in his hands for the event that he had to go too with Byakuya.

Renji waved him off while crossing the room. He folded his arms over his chest. "No! I've been to three of these arranged marriages for the past two months! I'm not going this time! I swear, can't they find something better to do than to marry everyone off!" The redhead said in a frustrated tone.

"Is there something wrong in here?" Byakuya called softly as he walked in the room. He noticed the attendant looking a bit helpless and still holding the kimono. He shifted his eyes to his fiance, his back was turned and looking out the large window they had in their bedroom. "What is the matter, Renji?"

The attendant looked to the head of the household. "L-Lord Byakuya…" He stuttered. "I-I-"

"Sora, calm yourself and bring us some tea."

"Hai," The green-eyed attendant hung the kimono back on the hook on the closet then bowed and left, closing the door behind him.

Byakuya watched quietly as the attendant left then made his way to stand next to Renji. "Renji,"

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why do they have to do this every damn time?" The redhead exclaimed.

"I do not understand."

Renji sighed. "Look, I love you…you know that but I can't stand going out there or where ever the hell these stupid things take place and stand all the time in that fancy piece of sandpaper and then pretend I don't hear what they say about me becoming your life partner in the spring."

The noble nodded. "I see," he said, looking out the window. "but, Renji, they will not stop saying such things. You do not even know half of what they say about myself. Just put it out of your mind."

"That's the thing," The redhead whispered. "I do know what they say about us. How can they say that about their own leader?" He asked. "Can't they just be happy that you're happy?"

Byakuya looked back to the redhead and gave him a small sad smile. "This is a noble clan, Renji. Things aren't like what you came from. If you remember I once told you I would have been killed for even thinking of marrying Hisana in my first marriage."

"Yeah," Renji agreed. "I remember, but I don't really get it. Why does it matter what kind of blood you have inside, shouldn't it matter whats going on in here?" He asked, laying a hand over the noble's heart and looking into the raven-haired man's eyes.

The other nodded. "It should be the only thing that really matters." He agreed, nodding. "But again things take time to change, especially nobility rules."

They went quiet for a time as the attendant came back and laid their tea on the bed side table then left again. Renji let his hand slip from the noble's chest as moved to go sit on the bed. He grasped a tea cup and sipped the warm liquid inside.

"Do you feel better now?" The noble asked whilst walking to sit next to the redhead.

Renji nodded. "S-sorry I wa-"

Byakuya placed a gentle finger on Renji's lips. "It is understandable for you to feel anger and frustration about going to such gatherings and listening to my family talk that way." He moved his hand to slip down into the redhead's free hand. "Not to mention your emotions are askew since you are with child."

Renji's eyes narrowed. "It's not like I can help my emotions are fucked up!" He snapped.

Byakuya smirked. "No, but you seem to cause a bit of trouble for my staff." He replied calmly and taking his own tea from the table. He sipped it quietly, smirking behind the cup. "I believe Sora was just about to dress you for my cousin's marriage an-"

"And I snapped at him because I'm tired of going to those stupid things in that!" Renji said pointing to the kimono on the closet door.

Byakuya gazed at the kimono for a moment, thinking. "Ah," He set his tea cup down and stood. He walked over to the closet and put the kimono back in the closet and pulled out another. "Come here, Renji."

Renji's brows furrowed. "What does it matter if you switch the kimonos" They all feel like sandpaper." He huffed.

"Just come here." The noble told him.

The redhead sighed, setting his tea down he stood and walked over to where his lover waited. "What?"

"Feel,"

"Huh?" Renji raised a brow.

"Renji, you know how I feel about repeating myself." He muttered in a annoyed tone. "Feel,"

"Uh…okay." Renji said, looking confused. He reached out a hand and felt the kimono. It was made out of a different material than the other. Realization dawned on him, he looked to his now smirking fiance. "When did you—?"

"I knew you hated the fabric of the others so I had a few made in a softer material." Byakuya answered.

"But will it fit?"

The noble nodded. "I had them let out for you."

The redhead smiled. "You did this…for me?"

"Yes, now will you allow me to dress you so we can go?"

Renji's smile fell and he narrowed his eyes again. "I can dress myself you know."

"Yes you can, but I rather do so."

"Wh-"

He broke off as he was quickly relieved of his yukata he was wearing and the next thing he knew he was half way dressed. "Whoa! You're gonna scare the kid outta me if ya keep surprising me like that!"

Smirking and tying the tie at the redhead's waist, Byakuya pressed his lips to the redhead's. "Gomen,"