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This story continues 5 months later. The first three paragraphs are fillers to start this chapter. We started to do a month by month but it would take too long. So we jumped ahead. It will be a chapter 5. We have come to a crossroad on chapter 6 but we are working on it now. Thanks to you all for the support and reviews. Enjoy!!!

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As the months moved on, Gin's stomach swelled and his emotions became more loving and protective towards the baby. Although he was still, technically, in Aizen's room, he was able to spend time in his own room. He was able to move around on one end of the castle. He could walk around and also at times go out on a balcony to have a change of scenery. He had little contact with the others. Aizen took him out of the plans for the war. Tosen would come by every now and then for idle chat. Gin was bored.

The only thing that would hold his interest was the baby. He remembered the first time he felt the baby kicked. He remembered when his clothes started to get to tight. He was seeing his stomach grow. He remembered how the medical staff wanted to stick a needle in him to get samples. He remembered how he screamed and told them to leave him alone. He complained to Aizen and the medical staff left him alone. He overheard Aizen tell them that it will be plenty of time later for that.

And then there was Aizen. He still hit him but not as much. A slap, push or grabbing the arm here and there but Aizen was not around much due to being busy. Gin learned how to stay out of his way and just keep to himself. He would just talk to himself and the baby. Some nights Aizen would order Gin to sleep with him.

Gin woke up with a craving. He wanted something sweet and salty. He sat up in the bed and started to wake Aizen.

"Aizen, wake up. I am craving for some ice cream and potato chips. Pleeeease, wake up" he said while trying to wake Aizen.

Aizen mumbled, "Go get it yourself."

"OK. I will get myself."

Gin then got out of the bed tried to find a something that would fit around his stomach. He put on a big t-shirt and shorts that was big enough that it fit around his stomach. In the last three months, Gin felt that stomach has grown four times his normal size. The baby started kicking; Gin just rubbed his stomach and smiled. He put on a robe but gave up a long time ago trying to close it.

He went to the door. The guard was asleep at the door so he started to slowly and quietly walk down the hall toward the private dining area. He walked past the table and into the kitchen area. He looked in the freezer and found a pint of vanilla ice cream. He found some chocolate ice cream and took that too. He then started looking in the cupboards for potato chips. He saw them on the top shelf that was out of reach due to his stomach. He tried to stand on his toes and still could not reach it. His craving for the chips would not let him leave the kitchen without them. He looked around and found a chair. He was thinking how he could steady himself without falling. Just as he was going to step on the chair, a voice came from behind him.

"Do you need some assistance?"

Gin was shocked to see that it was Stark. He was leaning against the stove. Gin wandered how long he had been standing there.

"You must want those chips very badly", Stark said with a mischievous grin on his face as he walked closer to Gin. He moved the chair and reached up with ease, got the bag of chips and handed them to Gin.

Gin took the bag and tried to walk around Stark to get his ice cream off the table. Stark grabbed his arm.

"My, my, my," he whispered as he placed his other hand on Gin's stomach, "you have really grown since I saw you last."

Gin tried to jerk his arm away from Stark's grasp but it only got tighter. Stark continued.

"How far along are you now? Is it six months or closer to seven? It is hard for me to keep track since I know you were already having symptoms when you got here?"

Gin did not say a word. His mind was racing back to when they first arrived after they left Soul Society for good. Stark loosen his grip on Gin.

"Imagine what Aizen would do to you and the baby if he had that piece of information", Stark said as he let go of Gin's arm.

"I hope you sleep well tonight."

With that, he gave Gin a smile and walked out the kitchen. Gin just stood shocked, shaking and rubbing his stomach.

Stark continued walking down the hall when stopped but continued to stare straight ahead.

"I see you, Ulquiorra. Leave him alone. He has enough problems with Aizen without you adding to it."

He continued to walk down the hall until he was out of sight. Ulquiorra stepped out of the shadows and looked at Stark, then walked toward the kitchen to get Gin.

"Please, Let us get you back to Lord Aizen's room.

Ulquiorra walked to the table and picked up the ice cream and took the bag of chips from Gin's hand and started to walk out of the kitchen. He stopped and turned around.

"Come Gin. Let us go."

Gin walked towards Ulquiorra and they both started to walk down the towards Aizen's room. Neither said anything to each other while they walked. As they got to the door, Gin noticed it was a new guard at the door. The guard opened the door and in the middle of the room stood Aizen. The look in his eyes sent a chill up Gin's spine. He did not want to go in the room. He knew what was coming.

Ulquiorra walked in the room and placed the chips and ice cream on the nightstand. He turned, looked at Aizen, bowed and left the room. Gin just stood there. He was scared to move.

"Come in Gin. We need to talk."

Gin slowly walked in to the room and the guard closed the door.