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"Ne, Ichi-kun… How much do you like surprises?" Orihime asked her husband, who was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking his morning coffee.
"Uh, I don't really like them, to be honest," Ichigo told her, glancing up from his newspaper to look at her. It was quick, but he caught her shifting eyes to the floor, almost in disappointment. "Why?"
"Oh, no reason…" He frowned.
"Hime…"
"I just, um… Well, you see…" She stuttered, fiddling the hem of her shirt. He took her hand in his, noticing her fear and worry in her voice. Her face grew red and she swallowed thickly before giving him a nervous smile.
"You're going to be a daddy…"
