Chapter 13

Author's note: Real short, sorry bout that.

Ichigo was tired. His back ached immensely, his body feeling uncomfortable. He could hardly walk normal anymore, feeling bloated and anxious. That didn't seem to matter to Shiro he tried to take him everyday. It seemed just over night he ended up like this. It was only the third day into his last four weeks, and already he was regretting it. Not that he had a choice anyway.

His eyes looked to the shoji when it was opened, his entire body only hurting more when he saw Shiro. He sighed, closing his eyes.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, Ichigo glaring at him. He rolled his eyes, closing them again.

"Fat," he grumbled, sitting up as he thought of something.

"How big is this egg anyway?" He asked, Shiro raising an eyebrow as he undid his sash.

"A tad bigger than a healthy baby," Shiro told him, Ichigo suddenly feeling a deep anxiety.

"You gonna cut it out?" He asked, Shiro snorting as he took off his kimono.

"No, you'll deliver it," he told him, Ichigo feeling his insides throb.

"From where exactly?" He asked, Shiro looking at him like it was obvious.

"Your ass. Your body has already created a canal that leads from your uterus to your rectum," Shiro told him, Ichigo feeling a tad sick. He laid back down, curling into a ball. He was thinking it all over now, Shiro sensing his increasing anxiety and sighing. He took off his hakama, walking over to the bed. Ichigo didn't even bother to look at him, Shiro sitting down by him.

"I hate you," Ichigo muttered, Shiro smirking. He ran a hand through his hair, Ichigo biting his top lip in thought.

"What if I can't push it out?" He asked, Shiro thinking it over.

"Then the child will break through the egg and eat its way out," he told him, Ichigo's face becoming pale.

"Really?" He asked, Shiro shaking his head. Ichigo sat up and punched his shoulder angrily, Shiro chuckling as he got up. Ichigo felt massive, putting a hand on his lower back as he waddled to the door. He wore a kimono, Shiro following him naked. Ichigo went outside, Shiro smirking as he followed him. He drank some blood from the horse, Shiro watching as he went up to a tree. He had begun to urinate like clockwork, the baby pressing against his bladder. He went back inside, giving him privacy.

Ichigo closed his kimono after urinating, feeling constipated. He had tried to have a bowel movement earlier, but he barely released anything. It was irking him, his earlier fatigue returning. The last thing he wanted to do was fuck, Ichigo drinking a little more blood before going inside. The horse neighed after him, Ichigo waving a hand. He entered their home, seeing Shiro sitting at the table inspecting some vials of medicine.

Another question popped into his mind, Ichigo sitting down in the seat across from him.

"What would it eat?" He asked, Shiro raising an eyebrow in question.

"The baby," Ichigo clarified, Shiro humming softly.

"For the first few months you'll nurse it. A portion of the blood you consumed has mixed with the milk in your breasts." Ichigo cringed at the word, Shiro ignoring his dislike of the word breasts and continuing.

"At about six months he will be capable of drinking blood from an animal, but he may come to you for nursing," Shiro told him, Ichigo unsure if he was excited about this or terrified.

"Are we going to stay here? Or move somewhere else?" He asked him, Shiro looking closely at a purple vial.

"That depends," he muttered, Ichigo sighing. He thought about pushing it out, his body recoiling on instinct. Men weren't meant to give birth, especially not from their asses. He shivered, feeling his stomach tighten. He had read stories of men getting pregnant, but they were all fantasies. He had never thought it would happen to him. He stood, walking to their room. Shiro stopped him, gently sitting him on his lap. Ichigo leaned against him, closing his eyes as his fingers massaged his lower back.

"What you worrying about?" Shiro asked him, Ichigo snorting.

"I would love to see how you felt with an egg inside of you," Ichigo muttered, remembering Shiro had put it into him. He winced. That in itself had looked painful.

"I could imagine it's not too comfortable," he replied, Ichigo snorting. That was the understatement of the century.

"It's not. I feel like I'm being held down by bricks. I can't even imagine what it had felt like to not feel so bloated. I'm constipated and feel like a water fountain. I wanna sleep all day and I'm aching all over. My ankles are swollen and hurt, my back aches, and I feel like vomiting up all I just ate." The list would have went on but Ichigo didn't have the energy to continue. Shiro pressed just a tad harder against his back, Ichigo sighing tiredly. He decided to just go to sleep, trying to force away his anxiety. Shiro continued his inspection of the vials, Ichigo standing when he just couldn't sleep.

"Ima go soak," he muttered, Shiro looking to him as he walked to the hot springs. He looked to the curtains. It was dark outside, the time just passing midnight. He sighed, going back to inspecting the vials to see if they useable.

The next two days went on like this, Ichigo only feeling worse. He wanted to panic just thinking about giving birth. He sat up, awake at two in the afternoon, tired and irritable. Shiro slept peacefully, oblivious to his anxiety. He got out of bed, going to the hot springs. In there was the only time he was able to relax, Ichigo sighing as the humid air soothed his headache. He undid his kimono, slipping into the water. His swollen ankles felt relieved, his aching back soothed gently. He slipped beneath the surface, closing his eyes.

The water lightly pushed against his body, making it sway softly. His swarming mind calmed, his body relaxing. He felt like he got lighter for a second, his head bobbing against the surface. He felt a sudden light pressure between his legs. It was so light he almost didn't notice it. He opened his eyes, rising up to the surface. He got onto the sand, looking between his legs. A mucous looking liquid tinged with blood was staining the sand. Ichigo looked to the water, the small ounce of blood the only thing he saw. His anxiety rose up to panic.

"Shiro!" He screamed, trying to calm down as he tried not to cry.

He didn't know what was happening, his knowledge from years of study lost in a blink of an eye.

"Shiro!" he screamed again, his head turning to the shoji when it was pulled open. Shiro looked tired and irritated, but when he saw his scared pale face he was immediately alert. He rushed to his side, looking to the small puddle of mucous and blood between his legs.

"Are you feeling any contractions?" He asked him, Ichigo shaking his head. Shiro relaxed, sighing in relief.

"It's alright baby. It's called the bloody show, it can happen weeks to hours before you go into labor," he told him, Ichigo still shaking. Shiro helped him up, leading him back to bed. Ichigo pressed close against him, needing comfort. Shiro watched his face, his fingers working through his wet hair gently. It was a big blob of orange on his head.

He watched his expression go from scared and anxious to exhausted, his features softening as he finally fell asleep. Shiro sighed, Ichigo's hair almost fully dry. He finally closed his own eyes, Ichigo pressing closer to him. Shiro put an arm around him, pulling him closer. He fell asleep, his offspring and Ichigo on his mind.