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Two months have passed since the fight with Ulquiorra. Grimmjow's stomach has gotten much bigger. This makes it more difficult for Grimmjow to move around. He tended to be emotional at times, and then he had those 'unmentionable' times. Those 'unmentionable' times are when Grimmjow tended to be somewhat...'excited'. If that's what you want to call it, anyway. He craved sex 24/7 and no one could do anything about it. Exception for Szayel, but there was no way he would do that in someone's house who offered them hospitality and a place to live.

Grimmjow had been faring well. He eats a lot more. Well, actually, a little too much. He eats two times what he normally eats, so that made him look a little more... fatter.

Grimmjow had started to feel self-conscious about his stomach, so often he wore long sleeved shirts or sweaters if he were to ever go into public.

Szayel sat there and stared at Grimmjow. How far along is he, now? He asked himself. He thinks back to the day they broke out, and counts the months that they had been in the World of the Living. He sighs. 4 months, that's right. He's pretty far along. Soon enough, it'll be time to deliver. That's 5 months more, and then that's when the baby will have to be surgically removed, since there's no way he can deliver the baby like a normal woman would do.

"Want to go for a walk in the park?" Szayel asked out of the blue.

Grimmjow had jumped literally 5 inches off of the bed. He had been looking at the outside world, probably admiring its beauty. He turned his head to see the one and only, Szayel.

"Sure." Grimmjow smirked. "That would be great, actually."

"It's so cold," Szayel crossed his arms and felt a chill shiver up his spine. He sighed and tried to warm himself up. It's already almost half-way through winter so it's about 30 some degrees outside.

Grimmjow snorted. "I feel fine." Then he frowned. He rested his hand on his bulging stomach. "Though, this thing is difficult to lug around."

Szayel giggled and shook his head. "That 'thing' is a child, Grimmjow." Szayel paused. "But, you are right. It does look difficult." Szayel held his breath and slowly inched hand towards his stomach. Grimmjow watched uneasily as the white, gloved hand softly caressed it.

Grimmjow wanted to pull away, but he welcomed it. It was a warm, fluttery feeling that had warmed him up even more than he was before. Grimmjow stared at the hand and glanced at its owner. Grimmjow snorted, holding back an oncoming bout of blush. But, it wouldn't be noticeable because of the already pink cheeks of his that the cold was causing.

Szayel looked up and blushed, his cheeks growing even more pink than before. "Oh! I'm..sorry." He mumbled.

Grimmjow chuckled and shook his head. "Nah, it's all right."

Szayel frowned. "It's hard to believe that the child could look like both of us. It's not even remotely possible." He pauses. "Though, now I kind of wish I was part of the process." He coughed and blushed.

Grimmjow bowed his head and blushed. He chuckled. "Well, I suppose it would be better than having the thing injected into me against my will."

They continued walking on this lovely, winter day. But, after a while, Grimmjow stopped walking. Szayel frowned and turned around, confused.

Grimmjow smirked and brought Szayel closer to him, embracing him. Szayel, who least expected this, blushed deeply. He cursed himself for being so easy to fluster.

Grimmjow put his hand under Szayel's chin and held his face up, looking into his eyes. Grimmjow leaned his head in, going for a kiss. Szayel's breath hitched as he saw the face coming closer...closer...

Once their lips connected, it was like they weren't part of this world anymore. They surely were somewhere else other than the World of the Living, perhaps even in the middle of nowhere. They don't care about the oncoming pedestrians giving them a confused look; they both are so preoccupied with each other to even care about anyone else in the world.

Szayel felt weird. This kiss, for some reason, felt right. Well, of course it felt right—but he couldn't help but feel that they were going to be together. Perhaps forever? Szayel's spirits dropped when he realized that this could be the sedative's doing. Perhaps even the effect of pregnancy could be a partial provocative. Was there anyway to tell that Grimmjow actually, truly, loved him?

Grimmjow pulled out of the kiss and smirked once more. "You know, you're actually cute."

Szayel felt the heat rising to his cheeks and he looked away sheepishly. Grimmjow chuckled and held Szayel's hand, their finger intertwined. They started to continue on their walk once more.

They walked in silence the whole time, their fingers still intertwined.

"Where did you guys go?" Ichigo asked as Szayel and Grimmjow walked into the house, stripping off their winter gear.

Szayel sighed happily. "Just for a walk through the park, that's all." He blushed, trying to hide it. But, Ichigo could see clearly that he was flustered about something. Something happened during that walk, he thought, but it was most likely something that I will never find out. Ichigo sighed. "What happened?" He tried asking.

Szayel shook his head. "Oh, nothing," he said with a rise of intonation in his voice. He smiled, walking over to sit at a chair in the living room. Ichigo frowned.

"Fine, don't tell me." He secretly stuck out his tongue and walked upstairs to his room. Szayel smirked and leaned back against his seat, looking at the blue haired Arrancar from across the room. He was sniffing the air, smelling the sweet aroma of tonight's dinner.

"Smells good. I'm starved."

Szayel shook his head. "You're always starved."

Grimmjow chuckled. "Exactly." He rested his arm on his stomach and walked into the kitchen. "Isshin, is that teriyaki noodles I'm smelling?"

Isshin chuckled. He walked over to the fridge to get something, his apron flaring out to the side as he walked. "Indeed it is, Grimmjow. You hungry?"

Grimmjow snorted and Isshin knew immediately what the answer was. Of course he was hungry. Isshin smirked, shaking his head.

Szayel walked behind Grimmjow and sat at the kitchen table. Grimmjow followed in pursuit and sat in the chair next to Szayel. He stared at Szayel intently. Szayel noticed this, and furrowed his brows. "What?"

"Nothing," Grimmjow smirked.

Szayel shook his head. "Is there something on my face?" he paused, "In my teeth?"

Grimmjow chuckled. "Nope."

Szayel sighed with relief. "Then, what is it?"

Grimmjow shook his head. "Just, nothing."

Szayel puffed out his cheeks and crossed his arms in frustration. "There is something."

Grimmjow smirked again and leaned back in his chair. At this moment, Yuzu and Karin headed downstairs, Ichigo following behind them. The sat down at the table, waiting for their dinner. Once dinner was finished, Isshin started to carry in their plates.

Once all the plates were at the table, he smiled.

"Dig in." He cheered.

Author's Note: Wahh! I'm so sorry for the really late update. I have been struggling to write this chapter, and this whole week has been just busy! I also apologize for the really somewhat boring chapter, but I guess you could say this is a "filler" for now until I can get the actual business started with the story.

(Hah, get it. "Filler". Bleach does a lot of fillers... /shot)

Anyhow, I hope you all still stick with me. I'll get another chapter up here very soon, as I plan on trying to finish this story as soon as possible.

Thanks!