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Author's notes: Update night! Wow, I didn't think I'd get as much feedback with "CPR", heck I wasn't even sure people would like it at all so I was really close to never posting it. Guess I was wrong. :P Thank you, everyone! This one is a sequel to "Newsflash" and "Jitters," so you've might want to read those, though it's not necessary to understand this one-shot. Read, enjoy, and review!

For Erika, who got a trauma with "Jitters" and nearly choked me to death when I told her it'd be two more weeks before I posted this little one. My frieeeeeeeeeeeeend, hope you love the IchiRuki here as much as I do. XD Thanks for everything! Life wouldn't be as fun without you!

Shopping
01.03.2006

"We're leaving, Ichigo!" Rukia announced as she entered their living room along with the auburn-headed girl called Orihime. The petit-woman was wearing her light gray and blue dress and carried a dark, blue purse; she pretty much looked ready to leave the house. "Bya-chan just fell asleep. We'll be back soon."

"And where the heck are you two going?" Ichigo whipped around on the couch, as he and Ishida Uryuu, who was sitting in the sofa opposite to him, watched the two women with arched eyebrows. They practically glowed at his question as excitement became evident in both pairs of eyes.

"Inoue... I mean, Ishi- er… Orihime promised we would go shopping for baby clothes together!" she chirped happily as she patted her growing belly; for once she was not faking the saccharine smile that followed her sentence. This time it was one of those hated mood-swings.

"Orihime-san, didn't we come to visit?" Uryuu asked his six-month wife patiently. The girl smiled as brightly as the short, black-haired one beside her.

"Hai! But since I was already, Rukia-san and I thought: 'why don't we go tour around the mall together?' You and Kurosaki-kun can chat while we get back, ne?" Orihime pouted prettily. She moved around the living room, walking towards him, and settled beside him on the armrest. "You do want our baby to have cute stuff, right?"

Ishida sighed and shook his head slightly, bangs of hair shining with the sunlight filtering through the windows as they fell over his eyes and glasses. The pale-skinned man gazed up at her and looked at her affectionately and patiently. "You know I can make something cute for him or her when the baby is born."

"Yes, I do. But there are some things you can't just do yourself, Uryuu-kun!" Orihime spoke quietly, and began to get frantic when Ishida's face turned a shade of depressive blue. "Of course I'm not talking about clothes! Yours are the cutest in the whole world! But, um, you know, like little toys and baby turtles and hand-made ramen bowls…"

He sighed again, and after noticing he'd done so too many times ever since getting the news of her pregnancy, the bespectacled man reached up for her hand and squeezed it reassuringly while offering a good-natured smile. "I get it, Hime, don't worry."

"Just one question, hun," Ichigo began sarcastically, turning away from the Ishidas and toward his expectant wife. "But who is going to take care of our child?" he was talking about their four-year-old boy, Byakuya, "I have to return to the hospital in less than two hours and I can't take him there and you know it by now."

Rukia smirked arrogantly, playing with her black curls of hair. "You are. I called a while ago and asked your assistant to cancel all of your appointments for today, an unexpected situation came up." Her smirk grew wider as he gaped at her in shock.

"WHAT?"

"Shut up, I said Bya-chan is sleeping right now and if he wakes up he's going be really moody," she scolded, frown set on her features to go along with her crossed arms as her blue purse dangled from her shoulders. Rukia turned to Orihime, "You wouldn't believe how much he resembles his father sometimes!" Then back again at her husband, "Anyhow, Ichigo, you do remember where Bya-chan's things are, right?"

"Of course I do! I think I clean up his room more than you do!"

"Well now that's something funny," she glared at him. "I'll have my cell phone on in case you mess up, but try not to. Ah, I almost forgot… I have to restock the cupboard and get some ice cream too, so I'm going to pass by the store too on our way back. Need anything?"

"Again to the market? Didn't I just pay loads of money two days ago in food?" He inquired.

"My baby girl needs to be well-nurtured," she huffed, slightly flushed with embarrassment at getting caught. It wasn't like she wanted to eat all of that stuff, her body pleaded for it. And who was she to deny her body something as essential as food?

"Well-nurtured my ass. You're the one who's eating like a cow again," he spoke darkly, knowing full well that it would only make her pout childishly and puff her cheeks out in indignation. If he learned something in her first pregnancy was not to meddle with her weigh, but he was too stubborn and failed miserably at not picking on her about it. He cocked his head, curiously, "How do you know it's a girl anyway?"

"I just know!" she declared firmly, "It's a mother's intuition."

At this Orihime jumped. "Mother's intuition is always right! And mine says my baby will be a boy and he'll look just like Uryuu-kun, except maybe he'll have my eyes, and maybe he can become a robotic prince in the future and save your daughter, Rukia-san, but for that she'll have to live in a castle and be in deathly danger, and he'll rescue her and they'll get married and have many other babies…"

"Yeah!" Rukia agreed excitedly. "Yeah! I don't understand what the heck you just said, but it sounds good!"

"Orihime, I think it's still too early to be talking about that. You shouldn't be jumping like that either."

"Uryuu-kuuuun." Ishida Orihime already knew how to have her way with her husband and make him squirm with simply saying his name. Ishida dropped the subject immediately and his hands slipped around her waist and patted the woman's belly comfortingly.

"Yeah, anyway," Rukia said to Ichigo, returning to the subject at hand, "we're gonna be back in two hours or so."

"Uh-huh." The medic muttered, rolling his eyes.

"What was that?" His wife glanced at him suspiciously.

"Nothing." Ichigo whispered exasperatedly.

"Kiss, Uryuu-kun!" Orihime said gently, standing up. Ishida stood up as well from the sofa he was sitting at. He leaned down as he cupped her face with one hand gently and pressed his lips against hers for a short kiss.

Rukia looked at them with a pensive gaze as they exchanged their goodbyes and soft affectionate words and then turned to look at her orange-haired husband. "Aren't you going to kiss me goodbye too?"

Ichigo looked away. "No way."

"Are you not?" Her brow rose questioningly. Orihime and Uryuu were oblivious of their banter as they lost themselves in their goodbyes and worried advices from the man. At the sound of a 'no' coming from his mouth, she came closer. "Oh, really?" She gripped him by the collar of his neck and leaned down, staring straight into his eyes as if trying to read something. He smirked naughtily and she laughed softly. "Really?" And she kissed him hard.

Ichigo was slow to react, though he shouldn't have expected less from her. He responded the kiss, still in daze. And then, too suddenly, she had moved away from him. "There," she whispered against his lips and brushing them with hers softly as she spoke. She rose up, and placed her hands on her hips. "Goodbye, honey. I love you."

"Yeah, whatever…." He muttered, a blush tinting his cheeks. Then he added, more softly, "Be safe."

"We're leaving, then!" Orihime bid goodbye the two men and followed the lady of the house out of the living room and into the hall. Their steps slowly faded along on their way to the main entrance.

When the door shut close, and the girl's chatter was heard no more, Ichigo turned to the even-gazed Ishida. He sighed overdramatically. "I curse the day we got both pregnant on the same time."

"Yeah," the other man muttered. Oh, but the party after his wedding with Orihime had been fun, hadn't it…?

"And, you know Ishida, for some reason I don't feel utterly thrilled about this."

The Quincy and fellow medic pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, sparing a glance in Ichigo's direction. "I don't actually think you should, Kurosaki."