Vacation!
"Ahh, there's nothing like a good vacation to get away from everything." Orihime said, smiling as she lay back in her seat of the car and Ichigo smiled softly.
"Yeah, this will be good for us. It was nice of Byakuya to lend us his beach house for the summer." Ichigo spoke and then glanced at his wife. "Then we can have lots of fun." Orihime blushed a bright red and smacked Ichigo on the arm but she was giggling which took the pain away.
"MAMA~!" Ichirou screamed, waving his arms about and wailed.
"Oh, baby, what's wrong?" Orihime cooed to her son. Smiling at her daughter who cuddled to Ichirou, smoothing his orange spikes.
"HUNGY!" Ichirou wailed, his little hands rubbed his tummy as he cried, showing his bare gums.
"Ichigo, do you think you can pull over so I can feed him?" Orihime inquired, looking at her husband with her pure gaze.
"Of course! If my little man is hungry, I want him to be fed, so he can grow to be big and strong, and break Grandpa's bones since I'm not allowed anymore." Ichigo smiled brightly, knowing his father found it easier to not torment his son while he woke up in the morning, because it resulted in him at the clinic, complaining to Yuzu that he had a devil son. It would be easier if Isshin tormented Ichirou when he was of age.
"Ichigo!" Orihime scolded.
"Daddy!" Kazumi copied her mother, looking at her daddy with a little frown marring her cute little face.
"Sorry, my two princesses. I won't let Ichirou break Grandpa's bones." Ichigo said, pulling the car into a little diner. 'I'll just let Ichirou bruise Dad like a peach.' He thought inwardly, smiling indulgently to his family.
(..)
The Kurosaki family were seated and eating, Ichirou suckling on his mother's breast for his sustenance and Orihime sat contently, holding her son in place while delicately eating chips while Ichigo and Kazumi were ripping through their burgers and chips like starving tigers.
"Ichigo! Kazumi!" Orihime snapped in her sternest voice, making the two in question freeze. Ichigo had the burger to his lips while Kazumi was munching on a large bite, sauce covering the lower regions of their faces. "Compose yourself!" Orihime growled, pinning them both with her angriest glare.
"Sorry, honey." Ichigo mumbled, dropping his burger and quickly wiped his face and Kazumi's.
"Yeah, sorry Mummy." Kazumi mumbled, looking at Ichirou who was happily suckling on his mother's breast.
"Hime, how is he?" Ichigo asked, looking at his beautiful son.
Orihime smiled down at her son and nodded. "He's okay. He must have been really hungry."
"Excuse me." An employee at the diner had approached them.
"Yes?" Ichigo asked, looking over at the lanky boy.
"I'm sorry to be rude, but we have a policy. You're wife cannot breast-feed in public." The boy said, his eyes dull and bored.
"What?" Ichigo asked sharply, his face contorting into a scowl.
"Ichigo, it's okay, I'll stop." Orihime said, trying to placate her husband, albeit unsuccessfully.
"No, Orihime! Keep feeding our son, he's hungry. This little jerk can't tell you what to do. And let me tell you something," Ichigo's voice turned into a snarl as he stood up menacingly, looking at the boy with burning brown eyes. "Breast-feeding is one of the most natural things in the world. I should know, I'm a doctor. So get your manager out here right now, I'd like to have a few words with that single-minded idiot!"
The boy ran away and Ichigo was applauded by all of the customers at the diner.
"Go Daddy!" Kazumi cheered, clapping too as she giggled.
Orihime stared at her husband with gentle eyes, smiling sweetly and Ichirou suckled on his mother's breast greedily, thankful he didn't have to stop.
(..)
The manager almost bowed at Ichigo's feet and offered him a whole bunch of food for the road and he vowed to let women who had babies, breast-feed.
The Kurosaki family drove up the steep hill and together they all 'ahh'd' as the open, mansion-like beach house dominated most of the land it had been built on.
"We're holidaying in style." Ichigo said, grinning, his chocolate brown eyes twinkling beneath the dark sunglasses he wore.
He parked the family car in the driveway and Kazumi walked out with Ichirou in her arms.
"Kazumi, be careful with Ichirou." Orihime reminded Kazumi, having said many times before that Ichirou was not one of her baby dolls.
"Yes, Mummy." Kazumi said seriously, walking into the house.
"Ichigo, let me help you." Orihime walked to Ichigo, determined to take some of the heavy luggage.
(..)
Orihime walked behind Ichigo, holding the lightest bag possible as Ichigo walked in with all of the bags, setting them down. The ever efficient maid and footman walked toward Ichigo and took the bags. "Hello, sir, madam. I am Arata, this is Hitomi. We are the wait staff for you. Mr Kuchiki informed of your arrival and said to make you as comfortable as possible. So we are here to do so. May I take your bags?" Arata spoke, taking them before Ichigo had a chance.
"I took the liberty of having your children ready for bed as it's late. I will direct you to your rooms." Hitomi spoke and turned, walking toward the stairs, Ichigo and Orihime walked along with her, shocked at her efficiency.
They were showed to a large, beautifully decorated room. The room screamed elegance and money.
Arata set their luggage down and they bowed, leaving.
Ichigo shut the door. "Wow. . ."
"Yeah. . ." Orihime agreed.
Ichigo looked at her, stooping low, he picked her up and kissed her deeply. "Now then, lets start our vacation." Ichigo waggled his eyebrows and Orihime giggled, and he lay her on the bed, kissing her deeply.