A/N: I'm so sorry guys! Where it says Doc Manager, I pressed the wrong Chapter 4. I hope you all forgive me. I've been so out of it this week, everything for me has been going wrong, and now I screwed this up! I'm really sorry, it was extremely clumsy of me. Thank you for all of the messages for telling me it was from my other story Broken, I really appreciate it.

Disclaimer: If I owned Bleach, Byakuya wouldn't be dead! (I apologize to anyone who didn't know that bit of information!)

Orihime sat up, slowly, trying to bring her mind back up to speed on the events of what happened last night.

…And how she happened to wake up Sousuke Aizen's condo.

Orihime stretched her arms high above her head and looked down next to her. Panic struck her heart when she saw Tamotsu wasn't lying next to her.

"Tamot-" She stopped when she heard his angelic laugh in the other room.

Getting out of bed, Orihime walked to the main room where Aizen and Tamotsu were sitting at the dining table.

Tamotsu had a cup in his hand and orange colored liquid was dripping between his lips from all of the laughter.

Aizen was sitting next to him with his hands folded, watching the boy and smiling.

"Okay, what's so funny?" Orihime walked over to the table and sat down.

"I was just asking Tamotsu if he knew all of the planets."

Orihime looked at her son. "And what did you say?"

"I said Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, and Pluto!" He puffed out his chest in triumph.

Orihime smiled and rubbed her son's shagging brown head. "Very good!"

"But then Mister said Pluto wasn't a planet anymore! And I said it was still part of our solar system!" Tamotsu took another sip of his orange juice. "All because it's small doesn't make it any less important!"

"But why were you laughing?"

Tamotsu smiled. "Because Mister asked me why Mickey Mouse went to space."

The woman looked over at the smirking man. "Oh, yeah. Why?"

The child smiled. "To find Pluto!"

Orihime giggled.

Aizen stood. "Orihime, would you like some breakfast?"

"Oh… no, no." Orihime made a split decision and stood too. "I'll make it!"

It felt… Orihime didn't want to like it. She didn't want to like that overwhelming feeling. But the scene before her just felt… right…. perfect even.

She flipped over a sizzling pancake.

Aizen said something else and Tamotsu threw his head back in laughter.

"Tamotsu it isn't polite to laugh with your mouth full." Orihime finished piling the pancakes three plates.

"I'll get the syrup." Aizen offered.

The three of them sat down at the table together making light conversation.

And for a second, just a second, Orihime wondered if her life could always be carefree just as it was in that moment.

…

Orihime lightly knocked on the door and let herself in.

She tiptoed into the room and sat on the bed. Careful not to touch his wounds, Orihime delicately pushed against his chest. "Ichigo… Ichigo can you hear me? Wake up."

He took a deep breath and opened his eyes. "…Orihime?"

"It's me!" Orihime wrapped her arms around him not caring about his wounds. He made a weird grunting sound but encircled his right arm around her too. "Sorry, I'm just so happy to see you awake."

Ichigo moved up on the bed. "Well a few gunshots aren't going to bring me down." He looked up at his wife and saw that familiar look in her eyes. "Orihime, don't cry. Please. Everything's going to be alright."

"But… but… You have two holes in your body. And it's my entire fault!" Orihime turned her face away from his'.

He placed his hand on her shoulder. "It wasn't your fault. It was me trying to be a hero again. I've should of known it was organized. Things are beginning to get hectic."

Orihime looked back at him, her face still soggy with tears. "Organized? Do you mean like a set-up?" Orihime's gray eyes widened and her voice heightened. "Is someone trying to kill you?!"

Ichigo shook his head. "No I don't think they were trying to do that. They just wanted to take me out of the picture for a while, or to try to scare me even. But that's not happening." Ichigo closed his eyes for a minute as if he was trying to compose himself. "I got a call from Ishida this morning. It looks as if they're targeting my family now…" He scowled. "But when they started the fire, they knew you guys weren't in there. That's the part that sickens me."

Orihime shook her head confused. "Wait, why are people after us? What do they want? Why do they want to 'take you out of the picture'?"

Ichigo placed his hand from her shoulder to on top of hers. "Just some really bad men who don't like what I do for a living…"

Orihime took a moment to soak it all in. "…Who do you think is behind it?"

"I don't know..." Ichigo rubbed her wet cheek with his thumb. "How about we talk about something else?" By the look in his eyes, Orihime could tell that he was willing her to say something positive. "Where's Tamotsu?"

"I dropped him off a preschool." Orihime debated on telling him about parent-teacher conference.

"Good," he breathed. "I didn't want him to see me like this…"

Orihime rubbed his unbandaged shoulder. "He'll never look at you differently. He loves you too much." Orihime remembered how Tamotsu would imitate Ichigo when he worked in his office. "He worships you."

Ichigo placed his hand over hers' and smiled. "...I...I heard you talking to me... I don't know how to explain it. But I woke up this morning… And I knew…"

Orihime put her head down. "I'm… I…"

"Hey, it's okay. I'm glad I know now. Knowing you, you'd probably wait to tell right up to the delivery."

Orihime giggled but it wasn't light or hearty. "Ichigo… is this crazy?"

"Huh?"

"What we're doing. Is having another baby crazy?" Orihime pushed her hair out of her face. "Kisuke said that-"

"Kisuke said a lot of things."

"But he'd never lie to us." She looked up at him. "He's our friend and he only wants to help… So is having another one crazy?"

Ichigo smirked. "Yes, it is. But if it doesn't work out, it won't stop us. We'll keep trying."

"But… Ichigo…" Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. "… I don't want to hurt anymore…" Just thinking about it all made her body hurt. If... just to think... if she lost this baby... It was all too much.

"Then we'll find an alternative." Ichigo grabbed her hand squeezed tight. "We'll keep trying until we get it right."

Orihime looked at him, really looked at him. He had dark circles under his eyes, there were bandages wrapped tightly around his body and he looked the palest she had even seen him.

"Do you really think we can do it?"

"Think?" he scoffed. "I know we can."

…

They sat for another hour just talking. Orihime didn't realize how much she hadn't in the past month.

She missed it when they were just being themselves with each other.

They talked about Aizen and how Ichigo wanted to protect her by not telling her about his new client.

"So you know..."

Orihime didn't say anything so he took her silence as an invitation to explain himself.

"...I didn't want to take him on, but my advisers said it would be good for the company. I didn't tell you because I knew it word had opened a whole new can of worms."

Orihime continued staring at the floor. "Is this the truth or just one of your elaborate lies...?"

Ichigo chuckled but she was serious.

"It's the truth. Why don't you believe me?"

She pushed her hair up and over her head but still didn't look at him. "I find that a little hard to do these days..."

They talked about the fire and what was the next step to take. Ichigo said he could get his really good friend, Chad, to help them out.

"That reminds me. What hotel are you guys staying at?"

Orihime's eyebrows shot up. "…Um… we are… we're staying with the neighbors."

"Who? Mr. and Mrs. Nakashima? I thought they didn't like us…."

Orihime shrugged. "Well… they did send Tamotsu a present when he was born…"

"Huh." Ichigo considered. "I guess some people can change…"

"Yeah," she agreed warily. "They can."

She hated herself for lying so easily. It shamed her that she was getting better at it.

Orihime wanted to stay longer but he needed his rest. The doctors said he'd be in for another five days. They also kept saying he was lucky, but Ichigo knew better.

Now Orihime was at the bakery, stacking a pile of mini chocolate cakes into the display window.

"Hmm…" She felt a cool shadow breeze over her. "I'd like one of those please." She knew that voice...

Orihime looked up and saw Aizen staring down at her.

Could she never get away from him? ...Did she want to get away from him…?

"Oh, um. Sure." Orihime took one and placed it carefully in its container and closed it up.

"The shop looks wonderful."

Orihime blushed. "Thank you."

Michiru pretended to wrap up a decorated box, but she was listening intently to their conversation.

He paid and took the container. "How about I take you and Tamotsu out for the rest of the day?"

Orihime's brow crumbled. "I don't know if that's-"

"Would you excuse us a minute, please!" Michiru grabbed Orihime and pulled her into the kitchen. Michiru slammed Orihime against the wall and shook her shoulders. "What the hell are you thinking? He's gorgeous and rich!"

Orihime was offended. "If you haven't remembered, I have a husband and son. I don't need any date from Sousuke Aizen."

"If you haven't remembered, your husband is in the hospital." Michiru looked through the circular window in the door. "See! Even your son likes him."

Orihime and Michiru peeked out from kitchen door.

Aizen sat down at one of the tables across from Tamotsu. They opened the box and started eating the tiny cake. Tamotsu smiling the widest she's seen in a long time, cake smothering his tiny fingertips.

Ryō looked up from her icing. "What are you guys up to?"

Michiru waved her over. "Shouldn't she go out with this man?"

By now, all three women had their heads sticking out of the slightly ajar door. Aizen stopped chewing and looked over at them, smirked and waved. The woman all hurriedly backed away from the door.

Ryō thought for a moment. "Like on a date?"

"No! Not like a date! Technically it won't be a date because Tamotsu would be with them. Think of it as a rendezvous, or a tryst."

Orihime flinched at the last word.

"No! Not a tryst. More of a small get-together of some sort" Michiru looked up at Ryō for some more help. "Ryō what do you think?"

" Well…" The woman with long dark hair put her hands on her hips. "He is a hunk."

"Yeah, a real beef-cake!" Michiru bounced on the balls of her feet. "Come on, Orihime! With everything that's going on in your life, you need a little fun!"

Orihime shook her head but smiled weakly. "…Fun always leads to trouble."

"You never know… Small doses of trouble can be a good thing."

…

"How long have you been back?" Orihime sat back on the sofa and watch Tamotsu stomp around the living room with Kon dragging behind as if in a marching band. Her eyes were focused on her son, but the question was directed to Aizen.

"For a while now. I'm here working on my new night club." The man poured water in to two cups and handed her one.

Orihime nodded. "I've heard. What is it called again?"

"It's named Kyōka Suigetsu." Aizen smiled and took a sip of his drink. "Enough about me… What about you? The bakery looks great."

Orihime blushed at his flattery again. "Well it should. I put so much money into it… I wouldn't even let Ichigo help."

"Why?"

Orihime shrugged. "I wanted something that was mine… I wanted to be able to say that I did that! I made it on my own." Orihime smiled to herself. "But of course he did buy the building for me and he did give me hype, but that was it. I refused to take any money from him... and look where I am now!"

"You're with a successful business."

"Mmhm." Orihime gave a triumphant smile. "It feels good."

"So, do you have a place to stay after you leave tomorrow's tomorrow?"

"Um…" Orihime's smile dropped a notch. "We're working on it…"

"Mommy, can we play cards?" Tamotsu ran up to her knees and gave her his dazzling smile.

"Sousuke?"

Aizen pointed behind him. "I keep a deck in the back."

Orihime looked down at her son. "Monkey, what do you say?"

The child asked shyly. "Mister, can we please play cards?"

"What game?"

Tamotsu threw his hands in the air. "I declare war!"

"It's his favorite."

"Well then I guess we're playing cards."

Aizen produced a deck of red cars still crisp as if it was opened yesterday.

It was around that time in the game where Tamotsu had the majority of the cards and Aizen and Orihime were left with less than ten cards.

"Mommy!"

"Yes, Monkey."

"Mommy it's just like family night! When we play the games!"

Orihime slowly frowned. She didn't like that statement. "Um… no. No it's not like that, Monkey…"

Orihime placed her cards down on the table. She refused to make eye contact with Aizen. "I think its bedtime, Tamotsu."

"But mommy!"

"What did I say?"

Tamotsu sulkily placed the cards down and walked to the bedroom with Orihime.

…

Orihime looked up.

She was surrounded by pillows. Orihime reached behind her and touched one. "So soft…" she whispered.

The woman sat up. What she wore was different. She was now wearing a thin silky night gown. It was white with a lace pattern on the neckline which swoop way too low for a woman with her sized cleavage.

The whole room was completely different too. She wasn't in Aizen's home. This place was much bigger.

Orihime planted her feet on the cool ground. She looked around the elaborate room. It was beautiful.

Outside the door, Orihime could see a faint light. She walked towards it.

A long hall was on the other side.

It stretched down far. The walls were covered in beautiful paintings of no faces. The ceiling in intricate designs of gold glimmered in the light form the open door down the hall.

Orihime took one step at a time until she reached the entrance. She pushed it open with one hand and was astonished to see what was on the other side.

Aizen looked up from his papers. He was sitting on edge of a large desk, talking on the phone.

Orihime walked in and immediately he stopped what he was doing. Dropping the phone and papers, Aizen strode over to her and brought her up into a kiss.

And she let him.

"No…" Orihime mumbled and turned under the sheets.

"Yes," she murmured when Aizen lifted her onto the desk and kissed her ferociously.

"No… Stop, please…"

"Ahh… Don't stop…"

Aizen pushed her down on the desk and hovered over her.

Orihime clawed at the pillows. She needed to get away from him.

Orihime clawed at his back, ripping his shirt off. She needed to get closer.

Her back arched off the bed. "I don't want this… stop, please…"

Orihime arched her body into his'. "Don't make me wait any longer. I want this so bad."

Aizen smirked and kissed her again.

Orihime recoiled.

He looped his fingers around the thin straps on the nightgown and slid the one piece over her head. It fell to the floor without a sound.

"Stop… get off of me…"

Orihime laid back while he worked his magic on her, moving faster against her. "Yes…"

"No…"

The other Orihime smirked at the first's displeasure. She pulled Aizen face back up to her's. "Sousuke... I love you..." she whispered.

"No..."

Orihime fell off the bed with a thump. She didn't move but just breathed. "What is wrong with me?" she said out loud. How could she dream about that man? That man in the other room when she had a husband in the hospital and a child in the bed?

Orihime heard Tamotsu move around on the top of the bed but nothing after that.

The woman sat up but didn't make to go back on the bed. Orihime curled her legs higher until they reached her chin, and wrapped her arms around them.

Was it him? Was he messing with her head? Or was it her who was truly out of her mind?

Outside, the pitter-patter of rain drummed against the window. Orihime held her flat stomach and rubbed it gently. She hoped she didn't hurt the baby.

The woman closed her eyes to nature's music.

She soon fell back to sleep.

Phew! So glad this chapter is over! I'm sorry that I didn't get around to messaging all of you this week. Something about this week was really off and I felt like this big blah of nothing. Just really depressed. But meh, I hope your reviews will cheer me up!

I want to say this chapter is a filler, but it's not. Chapter five will probably be the turning point of the whole story though, so be prepared!

And again, I'm reall sorry for the mix up and the confusion, I am literally dying right now.

Rocka.