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THIS is the last chapter!!

I'm splitting it into two parts!

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So here goes:

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Thank you is what I really want to say over all!! Thank you so much everyone! Thank you for reading and reviewing and even for the constant "UPDATE ALREADY!!" XD! It really means so much to me that you all enjoyed my story in some form or another! This was my first fanfiction and I was really nervous about writing it for GrimmHime! I am so glad that it went well! Especially since the whole process of pregnancy was totally random and made no sense…

Well, anyways, thank you again!

If still interested, I've got another fic for the couple up and I'm planning to write another story for them! Please be my critics as I once again plunge into GrimmHime :D

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The room stank of something Grimmjow couldn't quite pin-point. Blinking and jittering monitors flashed at every corner, their grey forms sad and sully. Everything else was white, though, from the door to the curtains to the bed, where an even paler woman lay with her eyes closed, colourful auburn hair fanned out on the soft pillow and her eyes softly shut. Her hands were at her side and she already looked dead though the movement of her chest told otherwise. The Espada could only stop and stare at her, hands in his pocket and face unmoving. Rangiku looked at him and glared.

"Go to her," she hissed. Clearly, she didn't like the fact that Inoue had called for the arrancar, let alone having him in the same room. He didn't even look like he cared about her state. He made no movement to the shinigami female's voice. This made her scowl even more.

Hitsugaya appeared suddenly on the other side of Grimmjow, arms cross over his small chest and his eyes scanning Inoue's weak body, mostly covered in pure silk sheets.

"The baby is being treated…"

This made the Espada's head snap up and stare down at the short captain. His mouth was open and his eyes were wide, as he stood rigid. Rangiku merrily smiled at this reaction. Finally. He was showing something.

"Wh-What are you talking about!?" Grimmjow asked, his tone totally baffled. He contracted his eyes and suddenly frowned, eyes narrowing. "What the fuck do you mean the baby's being treated…"

"You missed it, is what I'm saying," Hitsugaya looked up at the Espada and met the other's icy blue eyes with a pair of his own. "She went into labour before you got into Soul Society. This is extremely dangerous of course but it made it a lot easier. The baby slipped easily out with just a few more pushes. However, it came out stillborn. Unohana-taichou is checking up a little."

Grimmjow's mind boggled, the weight of the news heavy on his mind. He gritted his teeth and tightened his fist. "Stillborn?"

"I mean the baby came out dead."

The ticking of the machines grew louder then quieter then louder again. The beeping sound grew more frequent and the flashes of lights littered the white floor, dancing across the pristine. Grimmjow set his mouth into a thin line, keeping a shaky connection with the captain's eyes. Rangiku looked away this time, not enjoying the look on the Espada's face. It pained her, which was surprising, but this was the first time she had ever seen a soulless creature give off such a feeling of loss and death.

"Be happy she's still alive, arrancar" Hitsugaya broke the eye contact and looked at the woman. "Now do something."

That's what the Sexta had been telling himself the whole way through. Do something, anything. Anything for his woman.

He shook his head and, after a crucial pause, he approached the bed slowly, his black boots making uncomfortable clacking noise on the steel underneath. He stood over the immobile form of Orihime Inoue, his eyes hollow and devoid of anything. His hand grazed her shoulder, like a robot. Not taking anymore of this, Matsumoto turned and left the room quickly. Her captain followed behind and gripped her shoulder as she shook with a quiet sob. Hanataro stood idly by, who respectfully did not enter the room, and gave the female lieutenant a simple, sad look. Back inside, Grimmjow let the silence continue to envelope him, destroying any emotions that tried to wiggle there way through his mind. Anger. Disbelief. Desperation.

He brushed his strong hand through the woman's arm again, harder this time. He expected her to die right then and there in front of him. He didn't know if this was what he wanted. But she moved, shifting a little, the covers sliding off her thin form gradually. Her big grey eyes fluttered open and she blinked blurs from her eyes. Pain shot through her body but it was less then before and ever so lazily, she turned her head, auburn hair caught onto her long eyelashes. When she saw who stood above her, her face became very still. The two stared at each other, neither making a move to do anything. Both their eyes were deep and bloodless.

The lights from the machine twisted and reflected onto the bed. Red and blue dots raced around the white blanket and Inoue's revealing collarbone. But for the first time since she'd first met him, Grimmjow's eyes didn't leer onto the revealing skin.

Orihime hated this mortified state. She hated her lover's dumb eyes. The way they looked through her, the way she hated. Tears broke out of her eyelids and she squeezed them shut, biting her lip to keep from making a sound. She raised weak hands and cupped her face, bending her body, and folding the sheets. Grimmjow did nothing at first to comfort her, at a lose for his position now. But as her quiet crying started to grow louder, the Espada knelt down, face still unmoving, and pulled the woman into his chest, wrapping his arms around her as her head lulled to his shoulder. He breathed in her familiar sweet vanilla scent and held still as she poured herself into him.

Because he didn't know what else to do.

Unohana checked up on everything she could think of. From the child's heartbeat to their breathing. Their skin was rough and cold to the touch, nothing like the soft and sweet surface of any other baby. The child's eyes were closed and their mouth gaped in a silent scream, with a ruffle of light bluish hair lay softly on their skull. Unohana found this incredibly odd but detained from that thought as her dark eyes glazed and she slid her hand off the baby's chest. Turning, her squad members looked at her, their eyes either strained or downcast. She turned off the last machine running in the room and the whole area fell into an unspeaking state.

Shinigamis shuffled nervously. One female brunette spoke up finally.

"Taichou?"

Retsu shook her head and frowned. This disturbed reaction caused every one of the members to drown in slight sorrow. The baby on the soft pink cushion lay dead silent, hands and arms out, head tilted to the side and their mouth still gaping.

"Now what?" the same brunette asked.

Unohana raised her head and looked around the well-lit room. "I don't know…"

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At some point, Grimmjow had crawled into bed and pulled Inoue onto his lap, letting her curl up on his chest for better access. He lay at rest on the bed, legs stretched and in front of him, while the woman leaned into him, his chin deep in her hair and his eyes glazed and staring ahead. Inoue was still sobbing, and curled herself into a ball, gripping her knees tightly. She wasn't in a hysterical state but her body shook with every sniff and Grimmjow hugged her tighter as the silence of the hospital room enveloped them. No doubt shinigamis from other sections of Soul Society were making there way to the fourth division head quarters, curious about the obviously loud uproar that had occurred a few hours ago. They'd be asking questions and it was up to two pairs of captains and lieutenants to hold them at bay.

Or maybe they won't, Grimmjow thought solemnly, they'll probably tell about me at least. But that was fine. He was ready to fight.

"Grimmjow," Orihime's squeaky voice broke through her muffled sniffles.

"Hm?" Grimmjow did not shift from his position.

"I'm sorry."

"Shut the fuck up, woman."

Orihime placed her head on one broad shoulder and her eyes looked up at Grimmjow's edged face. He still looked the same as always. A crude scowl graced his features, his blue eyes a deep sea, and wisps of matching hair flying about, strands of it tickling Inoue's forehead.

"Don't swear. Not in front of the baby, ok?"

Now Grimmjow did move. He leaned back and titled his head down to meet his woman's eyes. He grinned in a feral manner and twisted his arms around her waist, leaving her shoulders. She was warm and her cheeks were bright red, but she smiled back and blinked innocently.

"I'm not promising shit. If it's a guy, he's gotta learn how ta act tough."

"Swearing isn't tough," she pouted.

"You're a woman. You wouldn't understand."

Orihime rubbed her eyes and smiled wider. "There's lots of things I don't understand."

Hitsugaya had made sure Matsumoto was ok before leaving, walking down the thick hallways, Hanataro following him. He passed by a few more emergency rooms and through the main fourth division hallway. Inside the last room, Unohana was conducting a check-up on the baby. Hitsugaya had a mind to see if he was to evidently deliver good news or bad news to Orihime but he chose not to do it at that moment. Sounds echoed from outside and the 10th division captain sighed, annoyed, but adjusted his coat and opened the main doors. Hanataro stared wide-eyed as Hinamori, Renji, Shuuhei and Byakuya stood graciously at the bottom of the porch leading to the entryway. Renji and Shuuhei were arguing about something and Hinamori was trying to break them up. Only Byakuya raised his head and met with his fellow captain's eyes.

"Toshiro Hitsugaya taichou," the low voice of the noble boomed. The lieutenants stop their bantering and looked.

"Shiro!" Hinamori chirped, smiling.

"What's going on captain? We heard a ruckus coming from her," Renji added, placing a hand on his hip.

"Nothing you should be concerned with," Hitsugaya noted, his eyes only meeting Byakuya's.

"Let us through, taichou" the sixth captain alleged, narrowing his eyes ever so slightly.

Hitsugaya met this cold gaze but nodded and calculated his next move as they ascended up the staes.

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"You're such a crybaby," Grimmjow growled and kicked the woman softly. She had moved to the other side of the bed and their legs were entangled. She kicked back and blew lines of hair away from her mouth.

"That's old. Don't you have any original names for me?"

"Cunt."

"That's not original. That's just dirty."

Grimmjow bared his teeth in a wild grin and grabbed the woman's flailing leg. Her skin was as soft and clear as he remembered it. With a jerk and a small squeal from Orihime, Grimmjow pulled her into him, her back gracing the bed's sheets. She bended her legs and tried to fixing her riding dress. The Sexta was on her in the next second, his body pressed against her. She blushed out of embarrassment this time turned her face just as he bent down and kissed her temple. He placed both elbows on either side of her so she wouldn't escape and his weight made sure she couldn't move in the slightest.

"I'll show you dirty."

WARNING! SEX SCENE FOR THE REST OF THE CHAPTER .!

Inoue snapped her head back up and kissed Grimmjow fiercely on the lips. He blinked in mild surprise before pressing back harder, with more passion. Her small hands grabbed his coat and pulled him in deeper, which seemed impossible as he was practically crushing her. But she loved it. It felt so comfortable. Her arms now circled his neck as he moved from her mouth down to her jaw and over the thin skin on her neck. There, he nipped and sucked at sensitive spots he knew were still there. Orihime was breathing hard, her mouth gaping and her eyes blurry. She wrapped her legs around whatever she could, which at that moment was his stomach and clutched his hair roughly. Both their bodies were now heated at an unbearable temperature, and Grimmjow forced himself to not take the woman as quickly as possible. Foreplay was always great.

"Grimm," Inoue moaned as he moved from her chest to her right breast, pulling down on the fabric to reveal the heavenly mounds that he missed so damn much. He attacked a nipple and gripped the soft flesh with his teeth, suckling. Her breath hitched and she gripped her legs tighter around his body, squeezing her eyes shut and whimpering in pleasure. Grimmjow drank it all in, rejoicing in the way she reacted to his touch. This is what he wanted. His woman all to himself.

Switching, Grimmjow moved to the other nipple and treated it as 'sweetly' as he did the last while pulling Inoue's dress even further down, revealing more skin for his sight. He grinned manically as he realized the shinigamis hadn't the time to give her underwear. This made it much easier for him. Inoue's hands flew down and covered her nether regions vainly. Orihime's whole face was as red as a tomato and she took in a large gulp of air. The Sexta moved from her nipples to in-between her breast and right down to her bellybutton. He teased there and Inoue curled up off the bed, grinding her teeth and clutched his head savagely. In response, Grimmjow went further down and his devilish tongue followed, glazing over short fine hair and down between her thighs. Orihime cried out but tried to muffle her sound as Grimmjow licked sensually against her clitoris, kissing it thoughtfully. The warm muscle was inserted into the small hole just below the lips and Inoue had to bit her lip till it bleed to stop from moaning too loudly.

"Yum," Grimmjow whispered surly as he raised his head and kissed the woman's stomach. Her pre-cum dripped from the corners of his mouth and he looked up to meet Inoue's lusty eyes. He brought his head further up and kissed her softly, letting the aroma of her juice caress her taste buds. She had been so close but not yet. He didn't want her cumming so soon. He kissed her right thigh and made her lean back down on the bed. Auburn hair scattered everywhere, her cheeks and nose were tinted deeply, small buds of tears dripped of the corner of her unchaste eyes. Grimmjow had never seen anything more beautiful.

He pulled down his pants, having gone commando as well, and stepped out of them all while kissing the woman deeply again. His jacket followed. Her arms encircled his head and brought the taste of herself deeper inside her mouth. Grimmjow was harder then he had ever been before. His cock twitched against his abdomen and he groaned as it gently touched the flushed skin on Inoue's leg. She had felt it and traced her hands down as far as she could, enticing the male even more. He gripped her waist and picked her up off the bed.

"Ah!"

Inoue's hands came upon the Espada's shoulders and he clutched her naked body snugly.

"Ready?" he asked, which surprised Inoue but she nodded and hugged his head to her chest. In a swift movement, he impaled her. She didn't cry out as loudly as she had expected but loud enough that Grimmjow had raised a hand and covered her mouth. He hissed as hot muscles clasped and clung to his cock roughly. She arched her back and snagged the male's waist with her legs as she sat scathingly on his lap. His cock felt bigger then before, searing and tearing.

"T-Tight. Damn." He growled and gripped the woman's hips, plunging himself even deeper into her body.

"A-Ah…hah…" Inoue's mouth gaped and she tried to breath but her chest was crushing her. It was painful but the pain subsided as quickly as it had come and pleasure blanketed her nicely.

"You just had a baby, damn it. Why's yer cunt so tight!" he gnarled. Orihime's thoughts drifted to her child and she suddenly felt awkward. Grimmjow realized what he had said and looked down at her as she sat, still wrapped around him, and with hands brushing against his torso. She now remembered the hatred and sadness she felt for him, for waiting so long for him to come and hold her and talk to her and, yes, touch her like he was now. The despair she had felt when she realized she held his child and the way he turned from her when he heard this.

There really were things she didn't understand. She didn't understand Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez. Was that ok?

"What am I going to do…" she asked out loud to know one in particular. It seemed strange that she was thinking in such a way while a still flaccid Grimmjow was inside of her, stuck, really, inside of her. The Sexta made a face at his lover.

"I'll tell ya what you're gonna do," he said, his voice still laced with lust but with a new tone, "yer gonna raise that kid to be a damn brilliant brat and yer gonna keep enjoyin' yer life and yer gonna have me around to do some shit cause there's no way in Hell 'r Heaven I'm going back to Hueco fucking Mundo. And yer gonna smile cause I'm sick and tired of yer sad face, and I don't fuck girls with sad faces. And yer gonna nod and agree with me right now so we can get back to fucking. Clear yet, woman?"

Inoue blinked and stared at Grimmjow. He stared back with a passive look. She tilted her head ever so slightly and gave her lover an easy look. Then she nodded and smiled. He smiled back and gripped her waist once again, raising her out. Quickly returning to her helpless state, Inoue whimpered at the lose but breathed out deeply as Grimmjow buried himself inside of her again. And again and again and again. At some point, Inoue was riding him by herself, his hands around her stomach as she guided herself. He groaned as she rode him harder, skin slapping on skin, and her body shook violently with pleasure.

"Ah, woman…" Grimmjow rasped, raising his hips to meet with her movements. She kept moaning his name between thrusts as a reply and the soon as a synchronized pattern.

"I love you," she exhaled, grinning like a fool. He stayed silent but hugged the woman's body.

Love's pretty foolish, he thought to himself, and confusing…how am I supposed to figure it out!

Inoue dug her nails into Grimmjow's shoulder as she moaned out one last time, climaxing hard. As the muscles inside of her tightened around his cock, Grimmjow gave a responding grunt before cumming, shooting profoundly into the woman. She mumbled at the wet sensation across her stomach and below but flashed her shimmering eyes at Grimmjow in complete bliss.

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Eh….first sex scene I have ever written...Next is part two of the end ^^