Chapter 21

"Hush little baby, don't say a word..."

Ichigo held his daughters in his arms, sitting in his rocking chair, rocking them both to sleep.

"Momma is going to buy you a mockingbird..."

Ichigo ran a finger over Ayano's small hand, feeling her soft skin. They were six weeks now, their skin as soft as silk, their faces chubby and cute.

He loved them more than anything in the world.

"And if that mockingbird doesn't sing, she'll buy you a diamond ring..."

Ichigo couldn't believe that in the beginning, he wanted to get rid of these two angels. They were so beautiful, their eyes the same blue as Grimmjow's, only a tad darker. Their eyes were the ocean, a never ending depth of beauty.

"And if that diamond ring turns brass..."

"It never will."

Ichigo looked up, smiling when he saw Grimmjow. Grimmjow smiled back, walking over to him. Ichigo gasped when he kissed him, closing his eyes with a soft moan. Ayano whimpered, stirring in her sleep. Ichigo pulled away, shushing her softly.

"How was work?" Ichigo asked as Grimmjow walked over to the window, Ichigo standing up and putting them in their cribs. Ayano stirred, but with soft rubs she fell back to sleep. She was a light sleeper, it was like a curse. Miyuki slept like a rock though.

"Long, we nearly missed a deadline," Grimmjow told him, Ichigo walking up to him and hugging him from behind. He kissed his neck, taking in a deep breath of his spicy scent.

"At least it was made," he replied, Grimmjow turning in his embrace. Ichigo smirked up at him, Grimmjow touching his hands to his lower back.

"We should have another." Ichigo frowned.

He let go of him but Grimmjow didn't let go of him, Ichigo gasping when he slid his hand over his ass.

"No!" Ichigo hissed, Grimmjow leaning down and kissing his neck. Ichigo bit his bottom lip as Grimmjow sucked on the flesh, his hands making his body heat up as they ventured elsewhere.

"No!"

Ichigo pulled away, walking out of the nursery. Grimmjow followed, Ichigo gasping when he grabbed him when he got to the staircase.

"Come on baby," Grimmjow urged, Ichigo taking in a sharp breath when he pawed his groin. He tried to pull away, but Grimmjow wasn't letting him go.

Ichigo gasped when he slipped his hand into his pants, Grimmjow licking his neck.

"Come on baby," he urged, Ichigo moaning softly.

Ichigo opened his eyes when the doorbell rang, pushing Grimmjow away. He rushed downstairs, fixing his pants before opening the door.

Shinji stood there with Nnoitra, the two seeming a little stiff. Ichigo didn't comment on it, giving them both a smile.

"Hey, come on in," he told them cheerfully, his eyes slitting to Grimmjow who was frowning in the corner.

"Get the fuck out, I can't fuck him if you're here!" Grimmjow barked, Ichigo throwing him a glare.

"Shut up Grimm," Ichigo ordered, Grimmjow stomping into the kitchen, Nnoitra following with a grin.

"He's a fucking baby," Ichigo grunted, looking to Shinji who was looking at their first family portrait.

"Ayano looks bigger than Miyuki," he commented, Ichigo sighing as he sat down on the couch.

Ayano was younger by forty five minutes, the two born on October fifteenth. It was just turning to December now, Ichigo happy for them to be able to experience their first Christmas so soon.

He was still bone tired from the delivery though, Dr. Sugimo surprised he had them before his initial due date. He and Ichigo talked about it, and Sugimo said the early delivery was normal for male neko's it seemed, in their rare cases.

He healed quickly, Sugimo telling him that he would heal like any other female neko. He healed after five weeks, able to have kids again by his sixth or eighth week. He would stop producing milk if he got pregnant, something his daughters needed.

They would grow like normal humans, Ichigo not wanting to wean them so early on baby formula, despite Grimmjow's desire for another.

Ichigo wasn't sure he wanted to have another.

"How are they?" Shinji asked, Ichigo looking to him as he walked over and sat down.

"Good, they're both greedy when it comes to milk," Ichigo told him, Shinji grinning with a chuckle.

"It's better than them starving," he commented, Ichigo nodding in agreement.

"Has Grimmjow proposed yet?" Shinji asked, Ichigo shaking his head. He was kind of hoping he would soon, his father almost recovered enough to leave the hospital. Ichigo brought his granddaughters to see him two weeks after they were born, Isshin practically in love with them at first glance.

He looked forward to more just like Grimmjow, but Ichigo just wasn't ready yet.

"No, but I don't want to rush him into it," Ichigo told him, touching a hand to his stomach that had slimmed down rather quickly. He still had some lingering fat, stretch marks slowly going away.

It was ugly, Ichigo not letting Grimmjow touch him most of the time. He didn't feel good, didn't feel sexy anymore.

He just felt like...

Ugh.

"He needs to already, or else no more little demons!" Shinji declared, Ichigo laughing at his enthusiasm.

Shinji always found a way to make him feel better. Even when he was at his lowest.

"Listen, me and you are going on a vacation tomorrow. I want to take you to the spa. Oh also to get a haircut and shopping, I need to help you feel sexy again." Ichigo's eyes widened, Shinji raising an eyebrow.

"I read you like a book Ichigo, I know you haven't been feeling to hot lately."

Ichigo looked away with a blush, Nnoitra and Grimmjow leaving out the kitchen.

"Tell him thanks for me," Grimmjow told Nnoitra who merely just flipped him off. Shinji looked to Nnoitra who looked to him, Ichigo raising an eyebrow in question.

Was he missing something here?

"I'll pick you up at six in the morning tomorrow. You'll be on vacation all day tomorrow," Shinji told him, Ichigo opening his mouth to protest. Shinji left quickly though, Nnoitra following.

There was something up with those two.

"You hungry?" Grimmjow asked, Ichigo looking to him. He nodded, standing up to go to the kitchen with him. He walked past Grimmjow, his eyes widening when he saw a cake on the table.

Ichigo thought back, remembering Nnoitra was holding a box, hiding it so he wouldn't see it. Ichigo only noticed it when he followed Grimmjow into the kitchen.

"Ichigo."

Ichigo looked to Grimmjow, taking a step back when Grimmjow got to one knee. He couldn't even gasp in surprise, his eyes widening as Grimmjow took out a ring.

Nnoitra and Shinji knew Grimmjow was going to do this, didn't they?

It's that why they kept staring at each other?

"Ichigo, I've been an asshole for most of the time we have been together. We've been through a lot of ups and downs, and you kicking me out the house."

Ichigo felt like crying, unsure of what to do.

Was this real?

"I talked to your dad, but now all I need is your answer. Ichigo Kurosaki, will you marry my stubborn ass?"

Ichigo thought he was going to faint.

"Yes!" He blurted out, Grimmjow standing up and kissing him with a chuckle.

"He said yes!" He yelled, Ichigo jumping when a ton of his friends and other people jumped from behind the front door.

"Congratulations!" They all screamed, Ichigo laughing as he thought of how they all his outside without him noticing when he opened the door.

They had been planning this for a while it seemed.

There was a bunch of food, Ichigo having to get the girls because they woke up from the noise.

The party lasted till eleven at night, everyone leaving as Ichigo put the girls to sleep.

Grimmjow cleaned up everything as Ichigo went upstairs to get ready for bed.

Grimmjow came up at twelve, Ichigo still wide awake.

He had dressed in the black kimono, his hair let down over his shoulders. He was sitting down, his legs spread. Grimmjow smirked, Ichigo raising a condom.

"Wear this and I'll let you fuck me. If you don't, I'll give you a strip tease."

Grimmjow pursed his lips, his eyes locked on the thong he wore. Ichigo moved down the kimono a little bit, Grimmjow seeing he wasn't wearing a bra.

"What do I have to do to lick?" He asked, slowly advancing to the bed. Ichigo smirked, Grimmjow looking to his hand that slid over the bulge in his thong.

"Turn me on," Ichigo told him, Grimmjow putting a leg onto the bed.

Ichigo raised a hand.

"Strip first."

Grimmjow narrowed his eyes, slowly taking off his clothing. He had heard what Shinji told him, and Grimmjow was going to try his hardest to make Ichigo feel sexy.

Ichigo was sexy, pregnant or not. He just didn't realize it.

Grimmjow undressed fully, getting onto the bed.

Ichigo smirked at him, Grimmjow stopping a few inches from him. Ichigo gasped when he kissed him, Grimmjow pulling him close, making him feel his erection.

Ichigo pulled away with a moan, Grimmjow licking his neck.

"How do you want me to turn you on?" Grimmjow asked, Ichigo grabbing onto his shoulder when he thrusted against him.

"Figure it out," Ichigo panted, Grimmjow chuckling as he took the condom from his fingers.

"Lay down."

Ichigo panted as Grimmjow pulled away, laying down like he told him to.

"I'm your master, am I understood?" Grimmjow asked, Ichigo nodding as he grabbed the bed frame.

"Yes Seme," Ichigo moaned, Grimmjow undoing the obi that kept his kimono closed. Ichigo arched when he ran his hand down his chest, pushing the kimono to the side. Ichigo's chest was delicious, Grimmjow pinching his exposed nipple.

"Seme," Ichigo whimpered, Grimmjow leaning down. He licked a trail from his nipple to his neck, Ichigo taking in a shaky breath.

"Turned on yet?" Grimmjow asked, Ichigo shaking his head.

"No seme."

Grimmjow took a nipple between his lips, sucking softly. He tasted his milk, groaning softly as he let it go, licking around the sensitive nipple.

Ichigo writhed and whimpered, Grimmjow moving the kimono off his other nipple. He gave that one the same treatment, Ichigo arching with a whimper.

"Seme... I'm turned on..."

Grimmjow didn't pull away despite his claim, Ichigo letting go of the railing to grab two handfuls of his hair.

"Please seme!" Ichigo hissed, Grimmjow giving both his nipples a kiss. He moved up his body, kissing his lips. Ichigo spread his legs, Grimmjow resting between them. Ichigo gasped when he thrusted against him, the condom falling off the bed.

"Tell me what you want," Grimmjow growled against his neck, Ichigo moaning when he slid his hand down his body.

"Fuck me," Ichigo panted, too impatient to wait to finish their foreplay.

Grimmjow tore his thong off, Ichigo panting as he rushed to get the kimono off.

"The condom," Grimmjow grunted, Ichigo gasping when he tried to pull away.

"Grimmjow now!" Ichigo begged as Grimmjow tore open the package with his teeth, his hands shaking as he tried to put it on.

"Fuck Ichigo," he panted as he nearly dropped it, Ichigo stroking himself as he whimpered for him to fuck him. Grimmjow dropped it by accident, grunting when Ichigo pulled him back.

It had been months, both of them overly eager to have sex. And Ichigo didn't feel like waiting for anything.

Grimmjow lined himself up, Ichigo arching with a gasp when he pushed inside.

Grimmjow panted as he stilled, Ichigo gasping for breath as he adjusted to the feeling once again.

Grimmjow moved when he told him to, the two going for most of the night and the morning.

Eight weeks later on February second, little Zack was born.

He was a splitting image of Grimmjow, only two cat ears sat on his head, a tail shaded with orange and blue contrasting with his all blue ears.

His eyes were brown instead of blue, but that only made Ichigo love him even more.

He was beautiful.