Enjoy! I wrote this while thinking of Rukia's small feet. :P

This story DOES NOT tie into the Daddy Series! It is a completely different thing! The daddy series is ONLY the stories with "Daddy Pt: . . . . " Unless it is stated that it is Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3 - or any other part, each story is a STAND ALONE!

And I am not mad, I just wanted to make sure people didn't by-pass those Author Notes because they need to be read:D

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach of the characters.

Teeny Tiny

Sometimes, when he was forced to sort the socks, he got them mixed up. His were pretty easy; large, mostly white or black, and not a thing like Rukia's or the kids. And Katsuo's were pretty easy, too; all colored in white and had gray heels and toes. The baby's were simple; they fit his fingers.

But it was Rukia's and Rei's that he always got mixed up, which wasn't supposed to happen; Rei was seven. But they were the same brand, so when he was forced to match the socks, he always got them mixed up. But somehow Rei and Rukia knew whose were whose. Rei would come to him, laughing and saying that he had mixed her socks with mommy's again, and he would stick his tongue out at her.

But when Rukia found her seven-year-old daughter's socks in her drawers, she would just start laughing, steal a pair of Ichigo's socks, and return Rei's to her.

Then she would refuse to give Ichigo his socks back until that night when she changed for bed.

Smiling to himself, Ichigo put together a pair of the Miyuki, the baby's, socks together and sat them to the side. Katsuo, who was chewing on an apple, walked inside the laundry room, his eyes lighting up when he saw Ichigo.

"Daddy!"

"Hey, squirt. Come here and tell me which socks are mommy's and which are Rei's, will you?"

Katsuo nodded and bounced happily inside, his orange hair flopping as he looked over the socks.

"I dunno. They same. Daddy, why does mommy gots teeny tiny feet-sees?" he asked, jumping up on top of the dryer as Ichigo continued fishing for the socks he could match. He got a few more pairs of Katsuo's and Miyuki's before he was stumped again.

"Daddy, are mommy's feet as small as the bee-bee's?" he asked, trying to pronounce the word, frowning as he rolled it on his three-year-old tongue.

"No, sweetie. They're not that small."

"Can you fit them in you mouth?"

Ichigo burst out laughing.

Although, he had tried that one.

He had gotten slapped.

"No, I don't think they'd fit."

"Oh."

Katsuo seemed disappointed as he stole one of the baby's pairs of socks, taking them apart and sticking them on his hands. His hands were so small they actually fit, which Ichigo raised an eyebrow at.

The apple forgotten, Katsuo jumped up on top of the dryer and began walking around, his sock clad hands stuck out in front of him, acting like a mummy. Ichigo laughed and reached over, picking him off the dryer and setting him on the floor just as Rukia walked in.

Ichigo sighed in relief. He asked,

"Whose socks are these? They look like Rei's."

"They're . . ." she looked around him to the socks in his hands and said, "Mine."

"Mommy gots teensy tinsy feet!" Katsuo said, now sporting Ichigo's socks around his ears and another one of the baby's socks on his nose. Rukia smiled softly at him, reaching over to mess his orange hair. He frowned and reached up, trying to pat it back in place with his sock hands.

"Yes, Katsuo; I have small feet. It's something your daddy wouldn't leave me alone about for quite a while."

"Rukia, I never left you alone about your feet," Ichigo confirmed, frowning as he stuck another pair of Miyuki's socks together. "And besides, so what if you have small feet? I can eat them that way," he joked, turning to Katsuo as he said it, making a weird face. Said small child fell over into the piles of clean laundry laughing. Rukia just smirked at Ichigo as she threw the pair of socks at his head.

As she walked out of the room, saying she was going to start dinner, Ichigo made a large show of falling over dead for Katsuo.

Soon, Katsuo had the hiccups.

"Daddy -hic- what fer -hic- food?"

Ichigo laughed.

"Well, I think mommy is making stew; and Uncle Renji and Aunt Tatuski are bringing Ryuu over tonight, too."

"Yeah! -Hic- Ma best fri - hic - nd is comin'!"

"Yep. Now, squirt, go on and clean up your room. Rei will help you clean the living room, tell daddy I told her to, OK?"

"O - Hic - K!"

Katsuo jumped up and ran out of the room, leaving Ichigo among a large pile of unfolded clothes and unsorted socks. He sighed and got to work on the baby's clothes; who knew a baby could go through so many pairs of clothes in a week? There were tons!

Well, he had hours.

And it would take every single one he had. Maybe, next time it was his laundry, he wouldn't let it stack up for a week.

Just maybe.

"Ryuu -hic- is here -hic- daddy!"

Ichigo laughed as he walked out of the nursery, Miyuki on his hip. When he entered the kitchen, Rukia was hitting Renji's hand with the cooking spoon for trying to sneek a "Sample" of dinner. Ryuu and Katsuo were laughing while Tatuski was showing Rei how to give an upper-cut kick to the tender mid-section of a man.

"The socks are done!" Ichigo announced proudly, handing Miyuki to Rukia. She smirked.

"And do I have any of Rei's?"

"How the hell should I know?"

"Ichigo! Do not use language like that around the kids!"

Ichigo backed off. He wasn't planning on getting hit with any cooking spoons.

"Mommy? Daddy said -hic- a bad word. Does -hic- he have to -hic- wash his mouth out with so - hic - ap?"

Rukia smirked but didn't answer as dinner started. Ryuu and Katsuo were playing with their stew, seeing who could eat all the carrots out of it first and Rei was talking to Tatsuki about how her Karate classes were going.

Just as Ichigo asked Renji to pass the soup, Katsuo blurted out,

"Daddy can -hic- eat mommy's -hic- feet!"

Renji spit out his soup at the same time as Ichigo hit his head on the table.

Repeatedly.

I had SO much fun writing that! I hope you liked!

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