Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: IchiHime
Rating: G, unless pregnancy truths squick you hard-core
Warnings: AU future fic, WAFFness, and OOCness
Summary: Babies are weird.
AN: Answer to a request by kumagorousagi for an IchiHime fic with babies. Short, odd, and probably not satisfying, but I tried. I tired + distracted by real life. > And yes, the phenomenon mentioned in the fic is a real, creepy, and quite disturbing occurrence during the last trimester of pregnancy.
"It's like that one movie, you know, Alien," Orihime grinned excitedly, holding up her shirt so her belly showed. "Wait for it!"
Ichigo stared at his wife, a mixture of amusement and slight horror crossing his face. Eight-months-and-then-some pregnant and Orihime still had the energy to get excited over weird things.
They were sitting on the couch, watching television, when Orihime turned to him during a commercial break to tell him her newest discovery of the day. As much as he loved her ever-rounding belly, often touching it reverently throughout their day, he felt a little disturbed.
Ichigo wasn't sure he wanted to see anything that reminded him of that awful American horror film. Known to very few, Ichigo hated horror films and spent the entirety of one curled up and hiding his eyes behind knees and hands. Still, because Orihime insisted, he watched her belly as instructed.
Then the baby moved, pressing a tiny hand against the womb's outer wall, the small outline distending Orihime's stomach in a less-than-comforting way. Ichigo blanched and Orihime giggled.
She was right, it was exactly like that damn movie.
Now, more than ever, Ichigo couldn't wait for the child to be born.
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