Okay this is my third chapter so I hope you enjoy see ya!
Chapter 3
Ichigo grabbed the bread the woman gave to him. He reached in his pocket to pay when the lady simply shook her head and said "It's on the house for you two". He was a little shocked but nodded and took the bread with a grateful bow and walked away with Masaki following him. He looked down to see Masaki staring at his hand and he sighed then reached down and grabbed her much smaller hand with his large one, pulling her along.
He gave her a side glance and saw her smiling at his hand and felt her squeeze it with hers. He wanted to smile, he really did but... he just couldn't. Not without his Orihime. So he deepened his scowl and walked on with her. When they made it back to Urahara's, he watched as she took of her shoes and walked into the kitchen making sure to take off her bookbag as well.
She gave him a look then opened the fridge. He knew that look, he gave that look everytime he needed but didn't want to ask for it.
He walked over and asked "What do ya need?" She pointed up and he saw some bean paste and his eyes widened before he looked down at her. "Bean paste?" He choked out through the lump in his throat forming and she nodded reaching up for it but froze after seeing his face. He had tears coming down his face and he dropped his head down. She grabbed his face with her tiny hands and kissed his cheek then wrapped her arms around his neck. Ichigo was frozen at her actions but knew he couldn't even hate her. She was his and Orihime's babygirl and he couldn't lose her, not like he lost Orihime.
He wrapped his arms around her small frame and stiffled his cries until Masaki whispered "It's okay to cry... daddy". That broke the dam and there he was, a sobbing mess holding his little angel as she held him with a small smile on her beautiful face. He didn't notice everybody looking at him with soft smiles, even Kenpachi had a smile of his own.
The very next day, he looked up to see Yoruichi and Kisuke smirking down at him, or his chest. He looked on his chest ro see a bundle of burnt-orange and porcelain skin then smiled as it started to move.
They said "Well?" And he smiled
"She's mine"