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A Kiss for Shelter

It's Understood

The pleasant twitter of the birds in the trees outside accompanied the light rustling as a not-so-chilly breeze played calmly throughout the wood.

The shoji was open, the weather's change tangible. Pale sun dappled the porch where Ikarosu sat, idly swinging one leg over the side as he nibbled at Xochitl's breakfast.

Hachimoto Sakura smiled and lifted a bowl of rice porridge, "Are you sure you will not partake?"

Xochitl shook her head, returning the smile, hand settled on her middle, "Thank you, Sakura-san, but no. My child is adamant about only a few rice crackers on which to break our fast."

"I see." The woman replied warmly her eyes falling to the younger woman's stomach for a moment before shifting her light-eyed gaze back upward. Had there been a hint of envy in the noblewoman's eyes?

Even if there had been, Xochitl knew there was no animosity in the woman toward her. It was simply that the lord of the manor was so unconsciously charming. Sakura-san had simply fallen prey and Xochitl could not blame her.

The former courtesan watched as the graceful brunette settled for tea, lifting a cup toward her lips with perfect elegance.

A calm silence stretched out between them, both appreciative of the scent of spring stealing in.

"Kuchiki-sama is expected home today, is he not?" Sakura-san broke the quiet with her cultured, soft-pitched voice.

Before Xochitl could respond a series of excited kicks stole her attention. When the baby had calmed, leaving an impression of contentment on its mother, Xochitl nodded.

"I imagine he will send Abarai-san ahead to let us know all is well." She said after releasing a sigh.

Sakura gave a nod in acknowledgement, the smile on her lips wistful, "I'm pleased that he is returning."

Though Xochitl concurred she did not comment, passing her hand in slow circles over her belly.

The two women fell quiet again, at ease to await the lord.