Ichigo hadn't really complied with his orders to get dressed; the red head had thrown on a pair of bike shorts and called it a day. He was currently dozing on the couch as Grimmjow's men brought in the contents of his office.
"Where would you like your office to be set up Grimmjow-sama?" He turned to his, he didn't really know what to call Shawlong the man had basically raised him in place of his father, assistant and glanced around the loft. Ichigo owned very little furniture so it didn't really matter where but he knew that his feisty red head would throw a fit if he took up to much space.
"Set it up over there, try and recreate it. Where did the papers on my desk end up Shawlong?" he asked, gesturing towards an empty corner. Shawlong passed him a folder; stating the drawings were in there.
"Great, take these into Halibel and tell her I want prototypes by Monday."
"Can you louts keep the noise down, maybe place the boxes on the floor not drop them, I'm trying to sleep here," Ichigo growled, sitting up enough to glare at the men Shawlong had brought with him. Shawlong bowed to him, surprising Ichigo.
"My apologizes Ichigo-sama. You idiots work quicker and quieter or I will let Grimmjow-sama deal with you for disturbing his wife," he snapped storming over to scold the workers. Grimm snickered moving to sit with Ichigo he did look really tired. Sighing he rested his head on Grimm's lap, muttering about stupid assistants that could never do their jobs properly. Grimmjow snorted at his words, running a hand through strawberry locks.
"Shawlong does a great job; he just tends to hire crappy people and when he does find someone I like he fires them for being dangerous, which in truth they are but that doesn't bother me," he muttered, leaning over to kiss his wife. Ichigo slung and arm around his neck to deepen it, it was slow and lazy but full of passion.
"Three months," he muttered, slowly regaining his breath. Grimmjow creased his brows unsure of what he meant.
"I want to give us three months." He sat there shell shocked at the words that had left his lips, he kissed Ichigo again, murmuring 'I love you,' against his lips.
"Grimm what in gods name do you do for work?" he asked, sitting up to see what was being brought into his home, it looked like he had ordered his men to move an entire room.
"Oh I never told ya did I? I own Pantera Ink and am the main fashion designer," he said, blushing and scratching the back of his head. He really didn't like revealing to people that he was the designer behind all those clothes but this was his wife and he wouldn't keep anything from him.
"Huh, I thought that you worked in bar or something till the other day." That was it? His big reveal and Ichigo didn't really seem to care, it was a weight off his shoulders but still, he expected the man to laugh at him.
"You'll have to show me some of the original drawings one day Grimm, seeing as how they never release them to the magazines. I've always been curious about what the original concept is behind some of those dresses and now I'll be able to find out."