About Karin's reaction to the pregnancy, it was kinda based on how I reacted when my brother's girlfriend was pregnant. I had a feeling that she was but I didn't say it out loud cuz I thought I'd get in trouble. I just waited 'til someone else said it. Long story short, the toddler's acting silly and I know that runs in our family.
Strawberries n' Cream by Boogermeister
Chapter 6- Nesting and Settling
Ichigo rubbed his growing bump with a slight smile on his face; it was the first week of June and the weather was getting warmer. Though Grimmjow gave him his school jacket to conceal his pregnancy, it won't be long until they have to wear just white shirts. He put on the obviously bigger jacket and picked up his schoolbag as he left his bedroom. He was already past the morning sickness phase, but he felt more tired than usual. After eating some breakfast, he left the house and saw Grimmjow waiting outside, as usual.
"Hey, Ichi," he smirked, the blue-haired neko was already wearing the white shirt since Ichigo was wearing his only jacket.
"Morning, Grimmjow," smiled Ichigo as they walked. Grimmjow wrapped his arm around his waist, his hand protectivey placed on his growing stomach.
"How are the twins doing?" he purred, nuzzling at his neck.
"Fine, they're just . . . . like little beans," Ichigo replied.
"Little beans, is that what you're calling our babies?" chuckled Grimmjow.
"Fuck off, that's what they look like on the sonagram," scoffed the orange neko. "They said that by next month they'll get bigger. Dad thinks I might have to get homeschooled soon."
"Really, that fucking sucks," Grimmjow groaned. "I'll be in school without you, and I'll be stuck with your lame-ass friends and that Emo douchebag."
"Please, you'll get used to it," Ichigo frowned. As they passed by Urahara's store, the shopkeeper waved jovially at the couple.
"Morning, Ichigo! How's the kids doing?!" he chided.
"Quit yelling, you're sounding like a retard!" scowled Ichigo.
"Sorry, didn't mean to bother you with your hormones raging," smiled Urahara.
"Shut up!" They soon reached school and was eccentrically greeted by the girls, much to Grimmjow's obvious annoyance. They acted so squeal-y and giddy, it made him irritated as hell. But what made him frown in disgust was that the orange-haired neko could eat Orihime's unnatural cuisine, latest one being a sandwich made of curry, banana, peanut butter, and celery.
"How can you eat that, Ichi?" frowned Grimmjow, glancing away from his lover's messy eating.
"Dunno, it tastes so delicious," mumbled Ichigo, ravaging on the sandwich.
"Really, Ichigo?! I thought only me and Rangiku can eat my food!" chided Orihime.
"You guys got weird tastebuds," frowned Renji.
"What are you gonna do, Ichigo?" asked Rukia. "We're gonna hafta wear white shirt next week, and you can't wear the jacket in the hot weather."
"I know . . . ." Ichigo sighed. "The bump's getting bigger, and Dad condsidered me being homeschooled."
"By who?" asked Rangiku.
"I'm not sure," shrugged the orange-haired neko. "But if I know any better from my Dad, it might be someone he knows."
"Yeah, I feel sorry for you," Renji smirked.
"Shut up," frowned Grimmjow. After school, they walked back to Ichigo's home, ignoring Urahara's exaggerated greeting on the way. To Grimmjow's reluctance, nuzzled and kissed his face before letting go of him. "Glad that tomorrow's the weekend," he purred contently. "I get to stay with you all day."
"I know," smiled Ichigo, kissing at his lips. "See you later, Grimmjow."
"See ya, Ichi," smirked Grimmjow as he walked away.
"Uh, why's Ulquiorra here with you?" questioned Ichigo. He had expected Grimmjow to come at around noon but he didn't expect the pale neko, who was carrying a bag.
"He said he need to teach me about taking care of kids or some shit," grumbled Grimmjow as they went inside.
"Not teach, just to challenge your ability of raising a child," muttered Ulquiorra. Grimmjow scoffed at him as they went to the living room, Ichigo frowned in confusion as he sat next to Grimmjow on the couch.
"You're wasting our fucking time, Ulquiorra," scoffed the blue-haired neko, his arm instinctively wrapped around Ichigo. "I don't need to know how take care of kids, Emo. Get lost."
"Wait a minute, Grimmjow," said Ichigo. "I'm curious now, what's Ulquiorra talking about?"
"He thinks I'm gonna be a worthless parent," frowned Grimmjow.
"I don't really think," Ulquiorra muttered flatly, opening the bag and took out a pack of diapers and a panther cub plushie. "I just want to do a simple test, and see if he can pass it."
"Simple? The fuck are you talking?"
"Just put the diaper on the 'baby', it's elementary," Ulquiorra plainly replied. Grimmjow scoffed at him in amusement and snatched at the items.
"Shit, it's not that fucking hard," he sneered. "Could do this with one hand." Ichigo's ears perked up in delight, this he has got to see. In under ten minutes, Grimmjow was clearly frustrated at the 'easy' test; he had already wasted half a dozen diapers on the plushie and was having difficulty on the seventh.
"Could do this with one hand, huh?" smirked Ichigo, and Grimmjow frowned at him. "Here, let me try." He took the plushie and a new diaper and in under thirty seconds, succeeded of putting the material on the 'baby'.
"What the fuck?" frowned Grimmjow. "How did you do that?"
"It's just second nature to me," Ichigo shrugged. "I used to change diapers on my sisters when they were babies."
"Well, ain't that lucky?" sulked the blue-haired neko.
"Well I guess that proves my case," muttered Ulquiorra.
"No, it doesn't," said Ichigo. "Grimmjow'll try to learn before they come."
"Fine then, but at least I've gotten amusement of Grimmjow cracking under pressure," replied the pale neko.
"Get the fuck out, Emo," Grimmjow growled in annoyance. Ulquiorra merely blinked at him but gestured them a good-bye before leaving the house, Grimmjow sighed deeply as he glanced at Ichigo. "Think I'm that bad, Ichi?" he asked.
"No, I'm not surprised that you wouldn't know how to put on the diaper," replied Ichigo, his arms cradled the plushie as if it was an actual infant. His maternal instinct was gradually elevating from him, and Grimmjow noticed that.
"What other things should I learn besides putting on the diaper?" he asked, pulling the pregnant neko onto his lap as he reclined comfortably.
"Oh, uh . . . . well first, you need to try to tell which crying means something," said Ichigo. "It's important to know whether they want to be fed or need a change or just want to be held."
"Oh, is that it?" muttered Grimmjow, nuzzling into his soft orange hair.
"No, there's more," he replied quietly. "But sometimes people have their own different ways of raising kids. We may have our own as well." Grimmjow gently hugged him and purred softly, his navy tail thumped lazily against the cushions.
"Where's your family?" he asked, breaking the short silence.
"I don't even know, I woke up just before you came."
"Please?"
"No."
"Come on, we wanna come too."
"No, go away."
"We haven't see Ichigo for a while. We have a right to see him, too."
"Maybe he don't wanna see you ass-tards, now go away."
"We just wanna see how big Ichigo is."
"Fuck! Can't you guys just fucking go away?!"
"Fuck no." Grimmjow let out a frustrated growl, the 'circus' had decided to follow the blue-haired neko to Ichigo's house. Over a week passed when Ichigo decided to stay home to discreet his pregnancy, saying that his father's friend will start helping as soon as she came. Every time Grimmjow comes to visit, one of the twins would tell him that he's busy. Today, he came back this time, along with the idiots the orange-haired neko called his friends.
"Shit, dunno why you're following me," Grimmjow frowned. "If I couldn't see him then you can't either."
"But still, he should try to see us," said Rukia.
"Yeah, I wanna see how big he is," Rangiku chided.
"Just shut up, he doesn't want that much attention from you guys," muttered Grimmjow.
"Well, he needs some other company besides you," Renji flatly replied.
"Yeah, I wonder if he's still a bit sick from his pregnancy," pondered Orihime. Grimmjow's tail bristled at the thought and walked faster, anything negative around Ichigo's condition made him anxious.
"Hey there, everybody," chided Urahara when they passed by the store. "Are you going to see Ichigo?"
"What do you think?" frowned Grimmjow.
"Well, I think you can visit him this time, Yoruichi went easy on him today," Urahara replied. "Tell him I said hi!"
"Okay!" responded Orihime.
"Don't encourage him," muttered the blue-haired neko. They then reached Ichigo's house and Grimmjow knocked on the door.
"Who?" came a muffled voice of a woman.
"It's Grimmjow," replied Grimmjow, immediately frowning at the upcoming meeting. The door opened and a young, dark-woman appeared; her long, dark purple hair was in a ponytail and she had black ears and tail.
"What kind of answer was that?" she frowned, her golden eyes scrutinizing him. "Being a future father, you should learn better manners than that."
"If I needed a lecture, I would stay at school, Yoruichi," scoffed Grimmjow. "Where's Ichi?"
"In his room," she replied as she moved away, Grimmjow didn't wait a second before he rushed upstairs and opened the door of Ichigo's bedroom. Ichigo was curled up on his bed, obviously napping with his striped tail occasionally flicked around. He quickly sauntered towards the bed and sat next to him, leaning down to his sleeping face and nuzzling at his face.
"Hey, Ichi," he purred. Ichigo moaned softly as he tiredly opened his eyes.
"Huh? What do you want, Grimmjow?" he mumbled sleepily as he glared at him.
"I came to see you, Ichi," purred Grimmjow, nuzzling at him again. "It's been a while since I last saw you. Are the babies all right?" Ichigo scoffed softly as he nudged him away.
"Go away, I'm trying to sleep," he mumbled. Grimmjow frowned a little but nuzzled him again, only to be pushed away again. "Leave me alone, Grimmjow," mumbled Ichigo. "I'm feeling very tired right now, just let me fucking sleep."
"All right, sorry," frowned Grimmjow. "Just that I wanna see you."
"You see me, now go away," muttered Ichigo. Grimmjow's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, why is Ichigo acting so distant again? The orange-haired neko was pining for him all week, and now he was pissed off for some reason.
"C'mon, Ichi," he muttered softly. "I waited so long to see you, why don't you want me?"
"Because I'm trying to sleep, asshole," scowled Ichigo. "I'll see you when I'll wake up."
"Why are you pissed off at me?" questioned Grimmjow, getting angry for feeling confused. "I thought you'd be happy."
"Do I look fucking happy, Grimmjow?" Ichigo huffed angrily, his tail thumping hard against the mattress. "Get the hell outta my room, and leave me alone."
"Why? I don't hafta get out just because you said so," Grimmjow argued. "I'll stay here whether you like it or not--"
Thwack!
"I'm so, so sorry, Grimmjow," whimpered Ichigo, placing an ice pack on Grimmjow's blackened eye. "I didn't mean to hit you so hard."
"It's okay, didn't mean to piss you off," grunted Grimmjow, wincing from the cold contact. Ichigo's friend, Renji, merely laughed and pointed at his demise. "Quit laughing at me, you fucktard," growled the blue-haired neko.
"But you had it coming, idiot," laughed Renji. "You should've at least known that pregnancy makes him moody."
"Renji, stop laughing," frowned Ichigo. "Go bother Rukia or something." Renji stifled his laughing as he left the clinic office, as Grimmjow groaned slightly from the dull pain. "I'm so sorry, Grimmjow," Ichigo muttered in guilt. "Guess I was feeling antsy."
"Yeah, I felt that from your fist," Grimmjow sighed, he held the ice pack in place as he glanced down on the neko teen's growing bulge. "Let's start over again. How are the kids doing, Ichi?"
"Great," Ichigo replied, fidgeting with his fingers. ". . . . Last night, I think they moved."
"Oh shit, really?" questioned Grimmjow, his ears perked up in excitement and interest. "Are they kicking right now?"
"No, but they might do it again soon," muttered Ichigo. Grimmjow sighed and touched his stomach, there was nothing but it was enough for him to feel happy. "Sorry again for punching you."
"Nah, I had worst," smirked Grimmjow, empathizing on his chest scar as he removed the ice pack from his eye. "C'mon, I wanna get outta this place. Let's leave your friends and go somewhere."
"Really?"
"Yeah, let's go," Grimmjow smirked, grabbing him by the hand and led him out of the empty clinic. They then took a random direction and walked until they reached downtown. "Heh, glad to get outta the house, Ichi?" smirked Grimmjow, his arm wrapped protectively around the orange-haired neko.
"Yeah, but do you really wanna be out in public with a black eye?" Ichigo questioned concernedly.
"I told you, I'm fine," Grimmjow smiled, nuzzling at his face. "Besides, you need some fresh air after being totured by that crazy lady."
"Yoruichi's not that bad," smirked Ichigo.
"She dropkicked me when I didn't wanna leave one time," frowned the blue-haired neko. "I just wanted to see you, Ichi." He nuzzled at his neck and purred, rubbing at his growing stomach. They passed by shops and stores, gazing at the random window displays. "Hey, don't you have a crib yet?" Grimmjow asked, noticing an infant store across the street.
"No, not yet," Ichigo replied.
"Well, let's go get one," shrugged Grimmjow, dragging him across the street.
"Wait, Grimmjow," he said. "I don't have any money on me, we can't afford it now."
"Really? Shit," frowned Grimmjow.
"But . . . . we can browse around in the store, just for fun," Ichigo reassured. Grimmjow smiled a little and they entered the store.
"MY DARLING ICHIGO, I THOUGHT YOU WERE KIDNAPPED!!" Isshin bawled happily as he ran up to the couple, only to be stomped down by Grimmjow. "Ouch! Just as I expected from my future son-in-law!"
"Shut up, I just needed to get out of the house for a while," frowned Ichigo.
"But I thought you were kidnapped by ruthless baby burgulars!" cried Isshin, but was stomped down again.
"What kinda bullshit is that?" Grimmjow frowned. "Sorry for sneaking out but Ichi just wanted some fresh air. We just walked around town and we browsed around in this baby store."
"Baby store?! Why didn't you tell me?! I would've brought everything in sight!" the father shouted in delight as he pranced around. "Masaki! Our darling son's finally going into the nesting phase!"
"Shut up, Dad! You're so annoying!" Ichigo scoffed angrily.
"It settles! We're going shopping tomorrow!" chided Isshin.
"Damn it . . . . where's my friend?" muttered Ichigo.
"They simply left after finding out you were gone," Karin simply replied as she passed by. "They were about to ask if you wanna go to the Tanabata festival next month since it's in the summer vacation."
"Tanabata? Well . . . . I guess I could go," Ichigo shrugged. "What about you, Grimmjow?"
"Sure, just as long you're there, Ichi," smirked Grimmjow, nuzzling at his face.
Huh, it feels kinda short. Oh well. Tanabata is a summer festival with fireworks, making wishes, etc., just wiki it and find out.
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