Author's note: I do not own Bleach or its characters.
Eleven
Tatsuyoshi peered up at his father with an inquiring look. Shunsui was amazed that even at just four months old his son was able to imitate some of the same looks his mother gave Shunsui. Tatsuyoshi had his mother's eyes and hair and was in Shunsui's humble opinion the most handsome baby in the Seireitei. He was also an incredibly good baby. For instance, tonight he was simply content to be passed around the table with each of the guests taking a turn so everyone at the birthday dinner had a chance to eat.
Of course, Yoshi also had his own opinions. For example, if his mother or father wasn't available, he preferred his Auntie Retsu, Uncle Jyuu, or Aunt Lisa. But he was content to be held by just about anyone most of the time. His made an inquisitive gurgle and tugged on Shunsui's haori. Nanao smiled and reached over to brush a lock of hair from their son's face and gently tap his nose.
Shunsui took advantage of her closeness to kiss her. She kissed him back, and he couldn't help feeling that everything was right in the world. His family was the best gift he could have ever wished for.