When Rukia began to wake up that morning, she found herself in an awkward position.
She was laying flat on her back, her head turned slightly to the side with some sort of pressure on her tummy.
Then, she heard light breathing above her.
She tiredly looked up, her eyes barely opened when she saw orange..?
She froze.
Her eyes widen.
Ichigo was lying next to her,
In her bed.
His eyes fixed intently on her, fully composed like there was nothing wrong with him sleeping in the same bed with her.
His bigger form shadowed her, blocking the faint morning sunlight from reaching her eyes.
But that was not the biggest problem yet.
He had his hand on her exposed belly.
Rukia blushed, pushing herself out of bed and on her feet.
"Ichigo, what are you do-" she was stopped when he got up and hugged her, his head buried in her neck.
"Ruchi," he whispered, placing his hand back on her tummy "If it's a boy, I want it to be named Ruchi."
"W-what?"She strutted.
Ichigo huffed and sat back down on the edge, Rukia, nerves at first, followed sot.
"If our baby is a boy, I want him to be named Ruchi, midget." The last part earned him an elbow in the stomach.
Rukia, after hitting him, felt warm inside. Her heart, for once, wasn't regretting the decision on having it.
He really does want it if he's already naming it.
Right?
"Wha-What if it's a girl?" Rukia whispered it; her head turned the other way so he wouldn't see her.
Ichigo chuckled softly, Rukia's face turning even redder "I'm clueless on a good girl name that doesn't sound too corny. I was thinking Ichia, but that, I don't really like. You name her."
Rukia turned and faced him, smiling a bit at such a random yet happy moment. "I'll have to think about that," he smirked, placing his arm behind her neck.
"Only midgets will say that."
And just as fast and random as the moment happened, Ichigo was kicked out of the room,
Literally.
And Rukia was huffing and pouting back in bed.
One hour before
Ichigo stared down at the girl that was practically in his arms.
She was breathing silently, her little swollen belly moving up and down.
Her exposed belly since her small t-shirt was lifted up a little.
She was showing.
At first reluctant, he laid his hand on the tummy.
It was hard and solid.
Their baby was in there.
He rubbed it lightly, Rukia groaned as if it was annoying her.
It probably was.
He smiled when he noticed Rukia scoot closer to him,
She must really like his company.
He smirked.
His father told him once that he wanted a granddaughter,
What was he going to name her?
Ichia?
No, that's stupid.
Rukia wouldn't like it either.
What about a boy?
Ruchi?
He liked the name.
Ru from Rukia.
Chi from Ichigo.
Yea, Ruchi.
-x-
"You know me so well, strawberry." Rukia grinned from the other side of the table.
Ichigo bought her lunch, and you already know what it is.
The damn taco.
Ichigo smirked at how she gulped it all up, piece of lettuce and mustard were all around her mouth.
"We have an appointment tomorrow," Ichigo said, Rukia looked up "We got to see how the baby is doing."
"But I was going shopping for my dress tomorrow," Rukia began whining, crossing her arms.
Ichigo rolled his eyes, picking up the wrappers from the table and walking to the kitchen "I don't care, we got to go."
"I'm not going." Rukia pouted, standing in front of him.
He looked down, the pouting girl in front of him not letting him proceed. "I can care less, we are going."
"I said no."
"But-"
"No, I need to go shopping with Momo tomorrow." She began whimpering, tears coming to her eyes.
"What if," Ichigo stopped, looking like he was going to regret what he was going to say "I take you s-shopping with Momo this afternoon?"
Her grin could reach her ears, she began jumping in front of him "Really?"
Oh lord, what did he just do?
-x-
Ichigo sat scowling in the dressing room with his friend, Toushiro.
"Alright," the squeaky voice of his friend's girlfriend said, the curtains moving over. "How about this one?"
Ichigo slapped his head, Toushiro's eyes barely staying open.
"Perfect." He sighed, Momo clearly annoyed by the answer.
"You said that for the last four dresses!" she pouted before storming to the changing room Rukia was in.
"You got me into this." Toushiro groaned his hands over his face.
Ichigo slumped on the seat, "No I didn't, you just couldn't say no to her."
"You ready to see Rukia?" Momo sanged, her hand on the curtain.
Ichigo sat up,
"Why are you announcing me?" Rukia voice was heard before she came out.
Ichigo's mouth parted slightly, a light shade of pink tinted his cheeks, and his hand suddenly became sweaty.
"I picked it out for her," Momo said proudly, "a Chiffon Bracelet Sleeve Mini Dress, prefect for a pregnant mommy that's hiding a belly!"
Momo smirked over at Ichigo.
"What do you think, Ichi?" she sang, titling her head to him.
Toushiro smirked from his seat,
"Pretty." He murmured it, Rukia began blushing.
"What!" Momo asked out loud, her hand behind her ear.
"She looks pretty." He said it louder.
Momo clapped and bounced around.
Toushiro chuckled from his seat.
Rukia blushed deeper.
A/N: Fluff for th3 readers. About her 'nightmare' the chapter before, I will work with that in later chapters. I'm hoping, if I have time, to write about her past, her parents and especial her sister,,
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