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"Ahhh, so cute!" An elated, heart-filled-eyed, Orihime held out a creamy-yellow baby-grow as Rukia set down a mug of Hot Chocolate on the coffee table in front of her and slumped down on the settee, enveloping her in squishiness.

"Ahhhhhh . . . Feet . . . Swollen . . ." Was all Orihime could comprehend from her best friend as she turned to face her, grabbing her mug watching as Rukia winced, sitting down, and then sighed in relief when her feet came off the floor.

"Get Ichigo to rub them? Ishida does mine just before we go to bed, it's a nice relief, I'll tell you that" she smiled. Rukia glanced at her face and smirked, slurping some Hot Chocolate before replying

"Heh, and admit defeat? No way 'Hime, I'm going to, do my Paperwork, sort out the clinic, help out you in the cafe, spar with my brother, help Jackie with the wedding AND kick Ichigo's arse until at LEAST eight months!" A fire suddenly blazed in her eyes as Orihime just looked at her in astonishment – confused to the sudden reaction of her friend, not so much the list of work (she had to do similar errands and despite not looking it, was as stubborn as Rukia).

"That stupid moron bet that I wouldn't last seven months! If it wasn't for him and his bloody morals I would still be fighting! Stupid hypocrite!" her fist pumped into the air madly and Orihime sweat dropped;

'Isn't the purpose of married life to share a burden on each other, AND gain happiness? Oy Vey Rukiaa . . .'

"Damn man 'Let me do the fun stuff and take over your happiness with the seed of my fruit' yeah, whatever st-pft-MORON!" Rukia slammed her mug down on the coffee table muttering to herself about having an incapable husband. Orihime Sweat dropped yet again

'Er, actually, it's Fruit of my loins Ruu' She exhaled and looked at the clock; it seemed Rukia's routinely Two-O'clock mood-swing had arrived once again. She heard the door click.

'Oh no'

"I'm hooome seexx-BUH" A swollen foot landed in his face crushing his teeth into his nose. He grabbed his chin and yelled at the woman (Who again was wincing thanks to a full-on face plant with sore feet) fumbled before him, fuming.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR WOMAN?" Rukia just grabbed his collar and glared, waves rolling off her presence, Ichigo felt the need to step back some, too bad his wife's hands had the grip of a vice on a rocket.

"YOU! It's ALL YOUR Fault! You and your BLOODY BEES! NEXT TIME GO IMPREGN-UMPH!" A strong hand glomped over her mouth and she was quickly swept off her feet – literally. A fairly harassed-looking Ichigo turned to face Orihime, who was sat, rather relaxed, on the sofa casually watching the battle in front of her, Rukia (Punching and hitting him) swinging from under his arm (Like when he lobbed her at Renji).

"Hey, Orihime, don't worry 'bout this, I've got her, I think Ish-Uryuu was looking for you before" he smiled and continued past the room she was in, walking towards the kitchen door. She nodded at him, stood up gingerly, waddled to the door and let herself out once he was out-of-sight.

'I swear . . . that couple . . .'

Ichigo heard the click of the door, and opened a cupboard looking for a snack, Rukia still swinging – but now shushed with her arms clamped by her sides – under his arm.

"Ugh, where did the darn thing go? He looked down at the death-glare that was staring at him

"Where are they?"

The death-glare raised an eyebrow

"You know exactly what I'm on about, c'mon, where are all the Gherkins?" he scowled, and the death-glare turned slightly smug, answering his question

"You ATE them!" Another smug glare

"ALL OF THEM?" he stared incredulously "I only bought them Yesterday!" the Glare just stared back as if to point out something obvious.

"Shut-up. Just because you're pregnant doesn't mean you can go around stealing my Gherkins." He huffed, and began searching through the cupboards again when he heard a stifled giggle. He looked down and raised an eyebrow at his, still trapped, mouth-glomped, wife. (His arm was in quite the strange position, if he wasn't as strong as he was, he probably would have dropped her) She prised his hand off her face, a mischievous grin flashed quickly across her face and then settled again.

"I believe, husband, you were the one who offered me your Gherkins in the first place" A playful edge to her voice and a sparkle in her eye told him she wasn't talking about the one's you find in brine. Something clicked in his mind and it raced back to his conversation with Uryuu earlier. He grinned.

"You didn't have to take them you know, you could've easily . . ." he bent down and leaned in closer to her face (Yup, it was a weird sight) "Just said no" he raised an eyebrow and grinned at his wife eyes burning. She retorted just as se-sarcastically (wink)

"How could I decline such a, generous, offer?" Ichigo grinned more – it had been a while since she had continued the banter – he wasn't going to let it slide now, dinner or no dinner – 'Ishida would understand', he determined. He shifted her slightly in his grip

"Generous offer, eh? I thought it was you who wanted them in the first place?" He smirked. She grinned mischievously back up at him again. He felt his heartbeat begin to speed up. 'Goddamnit!' He thought, 'Already?' He cunningly shifted her away from that particular area so she wouldn't notice any-thing. Rukia grinned, staring into his eyes, stretching up to reach his face. (Not missing him shifting her)

"Hey husband. . ." her eyes glinted, hooding slightly "let's go . . . elsewhere . . ." She stretched up far and kissed him. That was all it took, in a flash she was suddenly completely facing her husband, him holding her up against his body as the stairs rushed by in a flash, kissing her back all the while, the door nearly got kicked off its hinges, and only a moment later swung shut against the frame . . .

2 Hours later

Rukia was sat up in bed, sheets tossed around, propped against some pillows with one hand holding an open book (Chicken Soup For A Woman's Soul), and the other absent-mindedly playing with her husband's hair as he lay face-down further down the bed (He'd crashed out about 20 minutes ago) a soft expression gracing his face. Rukia's eyes flicked to him as he sighed happily in his sleep, she smiled

"Sorry for making you wait for so long" she flicked back to her book, not expecting the soft

"I'm happy to"

that followed. She glanced back down to meet a pair of soft brown eyes and a gentle smile. She smiled back, still playing with his hair and then glanced at the clock on the wall

"It appears we have half-an-hour to get ready for 'Hime's".

Sorry on the lateness, and the half-fineshedness of it - Uploading so you know it's not dead and Iv'e done away with it. I've wrote a bit more to be added, but I thought I'd upload this seeing as I had put up another story today. Again, Apologies.