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It was moments like these that he loved the most. To only be in her arms, no worries, no concerns. To him, it was only her and him in the world.

As Kurosaki Ichigo lie in the grass in the park, his head in the slightly swollen stomach of his wife, he couldn't help but allow his lips to curve upwards, absolutely enjoying the sound of her voice and mindless rambling. With her lower limbs extended outwards, he had nestled himself in the open space between her legs, arms slack against her uncovered and very smooth skin. His thumbs would gently stroke at the flesh as he wondered if she was blushing at all with his innocent act.

"And then Tatsuki-chan told me she was going to get an orange squid for Baby-san's room. I told her it was a great idea, since the nursery is going to be that orange color we both like," Orihime rambled, threading her thin, slender fingers through his bright orange locks. Her careful ministrations sent shivers through his body, regardless of her actions of naively massaging his skull and part of his neck. Truly this girl had a healing touch.

Ichigo hummed in response, indeed listening to her but was too tired to respond. Her actions were causing him to drift off into a half-sleep. Orihime, noticing his silence, decided to remain quiet and allow herself to sit in the comfortable silence, continuing her relaxation techniques. The wind and some children's faint laughter was the only thing being heard in the park.

"I love you, Ichigo..." She eventually whispered, her lips pulled into that gentle smile he himself fell in love with. Her kind words were enough to cause him to break from his slight slumber and open his eyes, gazing back into honest, glimmering brown ones. Smiling back to her, he nodded.

"I love you too, Hime," He responded in a tone just a notch quieter than hers. Lifting up a lazy hand, he grabbed at her neck and pulled her down, causing their lips to meet in a slow and tender kiss. The healer's cheeks grew hot, but she appreciated it anyways. The fact he could always make her feel as if she were flying, even after being together for so long, was a sure sign to her that they were meant to be.

Ichigo lazily continued to kiss her plump, pink lips, gaining more and more satisfaction that he loved and could be loved by such a wonderful woman, and actually be bearing a child with said woman as well.

Though just when Ichigo didn't expect it, he felt a hard smack to the back of his head from behind him, under his wife's stomach. Releasing her neck and snapping up from his resting position, he looked at the offending bump with fury soon racing through his blood.

"What the hell was that??" He questioned, pointing to it as if it just shot something. Orihime looked at it curiously, just as confused as he was. Placing her tiny hands on her rather large bump, she continued to feel it kick and beat at her from within.

"I think... it's kicking..." Orihime formulated an idea, her face very serious at first. But then, as if it hit her, she brought her head up with a bright, blinding smile. "I-Ichigo, Baby-san is kicking!!" The shinigami's jaw dropped, his anger suddenly subsiding. He had just yelled (and swore) at his child's small attempt to gain their attention. Cautiously, he brought his hand closer to her swollen stomach, hovering just above it as if he was wondering if it was really okay. Orihime must have been excited or impatient, but she took his hand and placed it on fabric of the shirt covering her baby bump.

And he felt it, soon feeling like he was on top of the world.

He felt his baby kick for the first time.

An immediate smile crawled onto his face and he brought both hands up, as if wanting to feel all and every kick and punch his unborn child would blow from the inside.

"Damn, it's moving a lot..." Ichigo spoke quietly but happily. He continued to grin like a kid in a candy store. "Definitely my kid, that's for sure." Orihime gently squeezed her hands that had been positioned over his, causing her husband to look up at her.

"To have Baby-san kick like that and act just as feisty as you..." She smiled, tears brimming her already beautiful eyes. "I wouldn't have it any other way." The boy she loved smirked in return, bringing his eyes back to the bump. Placing a sweet kiss in the center of her flesh, faintly feeling more kicks, he closed his eyes and exhaled shakily.

"And I feel exactly the same."

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