AN: Damn ideas... I had the need to write HitsuKarin babysitting IchiRuki's son. And since it's been distracting and I couldn't stop myself from writing something, here it is.

ALSO, I opened an account at Archive of Our Own (AO3) and it will now house all my smut (because this site can be wankers sometimes). You'll find it near my tumblr link on my profile. And, just to kick it off, it has a new smut fic called Bite, which I wrote for djangelynn. Check it out! :DDD

Thank you's for the last chapter:

Liliv00: But he's so lovable when he's like that~ He can be with Karin whenever he wants, as far as I'm concerned. ;)

Guest: Aww, thank you~ I hope this one-shot will make your day brighter. I'd hate to add to the crappiness. :)

Summary: Meet Kurosaki Ichirou, first son of Kurosaki Ichigo and Kuchiki Rukia. HitsuKarin, IchiRuki.

Warnings: OCs for HitsuKarin and Ichiruki's babies~ ;D

June 2013: Misadventures

"Isn't he adorable?"

Looking at the bundle of orange, Toushirou wasn't quite sure what to say. "He looks like a Kurosaki."

"Exactly!" Karin exclaimed, cradling her nephew. The shock of color contrasted with the fuzzy, blue cloth, the newborn nestled inside.

Rolling his eyes, Toushirou reclined against the couch as she juggled the baby, smiling contentedly at his sleeping face. Little Kurosaki Ichirou was the first grandchild to come along and his former captain couldn't get enough of the newborn. Not that he was allowed near him for extended amounts of time. Ichigo wasn't quiet about not wanting his father around his son without a little supervision.

Luckily Isshin wasn't there today, having been called out for a conference that week. Because with his eldest gone and his daughter, former third-seat and grandson present, the mayhem would've been unimaginable. After all, the old man hadn't exactly been subtle when it came to Toushirou's future as his son-in-law. And despite Ichigo's protectiveness, Yuzu and their father were formidable teammates.

Was it strange that Karin didn't care either way?

She watched as her old friend relaxed against the familiar gray cushions, having become a disappearing and reappearing staple in their house over the years. At eighteen and seven years of unraveled history between them, Karin knew they were friends but not much else, connected by the tattered strings of fate left by the men in her family.

"Hey, can you hold him?" Karin asked, shaking her head of her melancholy. This wasn't the time to be nostalgic. "I need to make sure his bottle will be ready in case he wakes up."

The glare he aimed at her spoke volumes. "I don't have a good track record with Kurosaki men."

"What'dya mean?" she scoffed. "You're buddies with the other two and they can destroy dimensions. The smallest one shouldn't be any problem."

When he tried to reason with her again, Karin grinned as she willfully put Ichirou into Toushirou's arms. Only a glance and they both knew his hold was awkward, arms too stiff to be any kind of cradle. From the discomfort crossing the baby's face, it must've been as uncomfortable as it looked because Ichirou was beginning to struggle, face contorting as hiccuping cries bubbled at his lips.

And it was with some delight that Karin watched Toushirou go from discomfited to full-on panic, trying to balance the three-month-old's squirming. The louder his cries became, the more Hitsugaya looked between the child and his aunt, eyes impossibly big and helpless. The fear had her laughing at his expense, as she extended her arms to accept the bundle.

"Aww, is Uncle Toushirou not being very nice, Ichi-chan?" Karin cooed, voice an octave higher as she bounced him up and down. It took a bit of time but eventually his wails mellowed, falling into intermittent mewls instead. And all the while Toushirou stared on, realizing for the first time that the look on Karin's face was alien to him.

They'd known each other a long time, enough that he wondered if it'd only been a handful of years in his long life. And in that time, he'd thought he'd seen every flash of emotion. Righteous anger to boundless joy, even the occasional sadness without the tears, Hitsugaya was privy to Karin's secrets. But he never knew she could make a face like this.

Holding Ichirou into the air and spinning around, her smile shone like the sun on a spring's day. There were no inhibitions, just the eagerness to please. And by the excited grin she got in return, Hitsugaya was sure that she'd succeeded.

"You know what?" he asked later after helping her prepare a bottle. They sat on opposite sides of the sofa, a silent agreement that he'd stay away. It seemed that the boy didn't have much love for the white-haired taichou.

"Hmm?" She didn't look up, intent on the task at hand. The bottle was quickly forgotten as Ichirou began to nod off again, some of the milk dribbling down his chin.

"I think you're going to be a good mother, Karin."

Fumbling her hold, she felt her stare go wide as she looked up at him. A part of her was sure she didn't hear him right. There was just no way Toushirou could be complimenting her, and about something that was so obviously not her forte.

"I don't think you're all here, Toushirou. Because you definitely didn't mean that," she shrugged, waving off the compliment. Too bad she couldn't completely wipe the redness from her face, turning away to mask it.

"Of course I did. Why would I joke about something serious?" he frowned, scooting closer to sit beside her. The crevice between his eyes deepened, as she watched him with disbelieving eyes.

"I don't think you're joking, but you can't be serious. I'm not the sweet, nurturing kind and everyone knows it. That's Yuzu's department."

"But I don't see Yuzu here, do you?" The sincerity was so foreign that she had to look away again and stare down into the slumbering face of her nephew. She traced the roundness of his cheeks, the point of his nose, the length of his lashes, anything to not meet Toushirou's gaze. Because he was absolutely certain and she was scared that he'd convince her that he might be right.

But he didn't pursue it, understanding that forcing her compliance was counterproductive. So he just stayed beside her, shoulder-to-shoulder, as she rocked continued to rock Ichirou into a deep sleep.

She must be desperate if she's asking me, Toushirou thought as Karin ran about the room. Assembling what she needed, she threw on a winter coat and pulled her hair from the collar. It seemed that his answer wasn't actually necessary. She was going to leave him with the brat regardless of what he said.

"Please, Toushirou, it'll just be for a little while. I didn't realize we were out of baby food and I need to grab some before he starts to get fussy. I'll be so quick you won't even notice I'm gone," Karin pleaded, wrapping a scarf around her as she bounded towards the door.

"And what the hell am I supposed to do with him if he wakes up?" he asked, following behind her. This screamed of a million horrible possibilities. And he knew trouble when he sensed it. It was part of his job, after all.

"I dunno! Play with him a little, give him a bottle. I know you know how to do that much," Karin encouraged, grabbing her keys before slipping on her boots. "As long as you're quiet he shouldn't wake up anyway."

"I swear, that kid hates me. It's like he's been trained to cry at the sight of me…"

"Don't be stupid. He's just not familiar with you. You don't play with him enough. Now's the perfect time to start."

"Fine, whatever. Just hurry up and come back," Toushirou grumbled, crossing his arms as Karin smiled brightly at him. He was a little surprised when she launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his middle. He had to fight back the feeling that he hug was too short for his liking, as she closed the door carefully behind her.

But the silence she left behind was both intimidating and empty, the ominous calm before the storm. Scoffing, Hitsugaya tiptoed back into the living room and surveyed the mess. Having nothing better to do, he began to pick up toys, most human-made and others of questionable origin. Trust Mayuri-taichou and Urahara-san to have such intense interest in the hybrid. Their gifts might look innocent enough but it was obvious that they were monitoring devices, much like Ichigo's old badge.

Taking them apart carefully, he undid the wiring so that they wouldn't forcibly trigger Ichirou's gifts. No need to have his father tearing apart Seireitei and exacting revenge. They were still piecing together the aftereffects of the last war and frankly Toushirou was skeptical they'd make the full recovery anytime soon.

Unfortunately, that seemed to be the least of his worries.

The piercing shriek of an unhappy child called out, making him jump and drop a stuffed animal. Cursing, he gathered them up and put them aside before heading towards the child's room. Why did Ichigo and Rukia both have to be in Soul Society? Just because they were planning on setting up a home there, they both had to look at their new house together?

He knew he shouldn't be mad, not when a capable person like Kurosaki was willing to fill a vacant captain seat, but the bright side was looking bleak. Because in the face of wide violet eyes and tan skin, Toushirou felt true terror he'd never experienced before.

With his hands balled into tiny fists, Kurosaki Ichirou sobbed loudly as he flailed about in his crib. Seeking out attention, he waved his hands up at Toushirou, rivulets coming down his face. Reluctant, the shinigami picked him up, holding the baby at arms' length. It only made the hollering worse, his voice growing hoarse with each passing second.

"Alright, kid, calm down," Hitsugaya complained, pulling him closer. He tried to figure out how to hold him properly. The only think he could manage was a poor imitation of Karin's embrace, shifting Ichirou until their faces were centimeters apart.

What he got was the little brat staring him straight in the eyes, face going blank as if sizing up an opponent. If there was any doubt that this boy was a Kurosaki it was gone when he narrowed a glare at him with fierceness unfit for his age. Obviously Ichigo hadn't been smiling enough because there was no way he was going to learn a look like that from Kuchiki-fukutaichou.

Luckily for him Ichirou continued to remain silent, regarding him with apprehension. Walking back into the living room, Hitsugaya looked for something to lull the baby back to sleep. Upon seeing a small blanket on the floor, he picked it up and saw how the other made grabby hands at it.

"So I'm assuming you like it," Toushirou conversed one-sidedly, as Ichirou rubbed the cloth against his tiny face. It only took a glance to see that it was from the Kuchiki family, made of the same material as one of Byakuya's scarves. Obviously the Kurosaki's weren't the only ones with soft spots for Ichirou.

Spotting a pacifier on a nearby table, Hitsugaya watched as the baby calmed himself down. Eventually those eyes fell to half-mast and finally closed, breath evening as he rested his head on Toushirou's bicep. And as Ichirou began to nap peacefully, he wondered if this was what his life would amount to one day. That after all the fighting and bloodshed, he'd have his own son, a legacy he wouldn't have entertained a decade ago. But a lot had changed—he had changed, in more ways than one—and so had the possibilities.

When Karin returned with her arms full of groceries, she was already calling out apologies. Stepping into the foyer, her rapid steps came to a halt at what she found in the living room. As she set down her bags, her camera phone already poised, the snap of the shot was lost on her subjects.

Because there was Toushirou sprawled on his back with one leg dangling off the edge, and on his chest was her nephew sleeping soundly, a large arm supporting him as he cuddled into the neck of his babysitter.

Toushirou was at the kitchen table when Karin and Ichirou came through the front door. At five years old, there was no doubt who the halfling was taking after. But where Ichigo would've scowled or snorted, there was always a bright smile on Ichirou.

That is, until he saw Hitsugaya.

"Hey, Toushirou. What're you doing here?" she asked, surprised. Nudging Ichirou off to his room to put away his things, she headed over to the fridge for some snacks, as was her routine. Meeting the little man's glare, Hitsugaya gave him a pointed look to do what his aunt told him.

An upturned nose and scoff was all he got, but at least it was something. "I came to see your father. I needed a little advice."

"Is that so?" It was a rhetorical question. Karin never bothered asking anymore. He forgot how nice it was to have someone understand him without having to put it into words.

Accepting the cup of tea, he watched her out of the corner of his eye, noting that it'd been a while since he'd last seen her. Over the last few years, she'd grown her hair out, letting it fall well past her shoulders to complement her pixie-like features. He'd grown a bit too but not enough, maybe physically nineteen to her twenty-three. Not that it mattered, he told himself as she sat next to him.

They made small talk, about his squad and her schooling. She'd graduated a year before and was weighing her options as a post-graduate student. On his end, the Tenth was considering a number of new graduates, though none of particular standing. At the mention of new shinigami, Karin lit up at the prospect.

"It must be exciting, becoming an official member of the Gotei Thirteen," she hummed, eyes twinkling. "One day I could be one of those kids, you know."

"As if your father or brother would let you within three miles of Seireitei, let alone the Academy," Hitsugaya snorted, taking a long sip.

"Hey, I'd be an awesome addition and you know it. It's practically in my blood."

"Exactly. That's why your family would probably have anxiety attacks the moment you even mention becoming one of us." Not to mention the conniptions he'd have. The stress of his title was enough but the thought of her out on the field and putting her life at stake didn't sit well with him. The reasons, however, wouldn't be explored.

Opening her mouth, she shut it when Ichirou reappeared in the doorway. "Auntie Karin, I'm hungry."

"You're always hungry, Ichi. Here, Rukia-nee left something for you before she went back to Soul Society." As he climbed into the chair, he brightened at the sight of Chappy-shaped sandwiches, complete with little vegetables and fruit slices. As he dug in, Karin excused herself to grab something for the two of them, leaving the obtrusive guest with what was destined to be the most powerful reaper of his time.

"I don't like you." Well, at least he's honest, Toushirou mused. Dark eyes somehow managed a glare, with a puckered bottom that only made him look younger. He wondered if this was what Ichigo looked like as a child, trying to appear tough. The thought was a little comforting.

"Yes, I can see that," Toushirou nodded, meeting his hostility with indulgence. "May I ask why you don't like me?"

"It's because you're gonna take Auntie Karin away."

Stunned, it took a moment for Hitsugaya to regain his bearings. But it must've been too long because the other took it as acquiescence, digging back into his food with renewed vigor. Still, Toushirou couldn't quite find the words to answer him.

"What makes you say that? I never said I'd take your aunt away." It was clumsy prying and he wished he was speaking to someone older. But he didn't want to scare Ichirou into silence, nor did he want him to upset him.

"Because that's what Papa and Grandpa say sometimes." Here he turned away guiltily, as if knowing he was repeating things he shouldn't have heard. "Grandpa says that one day you're finally gonna stop being dumb and take Auntie Karin back to where Mama and Papa live sometimes. But Papa says you won't because you don't love her."

"That's not true." But he didn't know what he meant exactly. Their relationship was an uncomfortable middle ground, neither here nor there, and frankly he didn't know if a child could comprehend that. Honestly, even he didn't understand it most days.

"Then what are you doing with her?" he said, pointing a finger at the seasoned captain. It might've been more intimidating without the bread crumbs around his lips. "It's either you love her or you don't. Don't make it complicated!"

Grasping for an answer, Toushirou could do little more than look at the decisive nod Ichirou threw his way. And while the logic was simple, it was so sound that it almost hurt to know it was coming from a child.

It was a self-satisfied Ichirou and pondering Toushirou that Karin came back to, setting down the leftovers as she looked between them. Frowning, she patted her nephew's head and pushed him over to the living room to watch TV. He did so without complaint, throwing a knowing glance over his shoulder.

"I thought you two would be over this by now. Seriously, I don't know why you two have such a bad relationship," Karin sighed, taking the dishes into the kitchen. She didn't notice the shadow that followed her.

So she wasn't prepared for the arms that caged her against the sink, a mess of white hair coming into her periphery. "W-what the hell? What're you doing, Toush—?"

Her voice halted when she stared up at him, gaze so muddled that she had to bite her tongue. Had something happened in the last five minutes? Because this wasn't at all like him. This uncertainty and contemplation, she'd never met a Toushirou like this. But then again, he'd never looked at her like this before either.

And then he closed the space between them.

Her arms went around his neck as if she'd been doing it for years, fisting his hair as he melded his lips to hers. It was soft and sweet, just as she imagined a kiss with him would be like. There was no need to fight for power, not when he had so much that he was willing to share, give it up if he had to. Because that was the kind of man Toushirou had become.

"Dammit," he mumbled, lips still stinging as he pulled away.

Freezing, she peeked up at his worried expression. "What is it?" But even as she asked, her heart dropped to her knees.

However, all Toushirou did was pull her close so she was pressed against his chest, burying his nose into her hair. And although his words were muffled, Karin could hear them loud and clear.

"The kid was right. I shouldn't complicate the simple things."

"I'm tired of being pregnant."

Peering over at his wife, Ichigo couldn't help but settle his eyes on Rukia's distended stomach and chuckle at her displeasure. At six months, it was unlikely that her wish would come true. Not that he didn't care what she wanted but he really did enjoy seeing her so plump. She was one of those women who glowed even brighter with child.

"Oi, don't look so happy to see me like this. This is all your fault anyway," she huffed, waddling over to sit.

"Hey, I'm pretty sure I wasn't the only one in bed that night," he shrugged. The bright red that scattered across Rukia's face was priceless, as she darted her head around suspiciously.

"Ssh! What if Ichirou hears you?"

Shaking his head, Ichigo pointed towards the backdoor. "Impossible. He's outside with Karin and Toushirou. Something about teaching him how to play soccer."

"Still, you can't say stuff like that. If he heard, what would we tell him?" she continued, the blush failing to recede. Taking a seat beside her, the former shinigami substitute maneuvered his petite partner into his lap. And though she attempted to stop him, it was fruitless. After all these years together Rukia was only just beginning to understand how useless he was when it came to her.

"We'd tell him that we love each other very much," he supplied. Placing his hands on abdomen, he felt for the movements of his future daughter. The kick he got was taken as approval. "It's not a lie, is it?"

"That isn't the issue here and you know it." She glared up at him. "If you want to give him 'the talk,' be my guest. But I don't think seven-year-olds need to know that kind of thing."

"It doesn't take away from the fact that you're pregnant. Might as well enjoy it, y'know."

"Enjoy what? The cravings, the swollen ankles, the fact that Nii-sama and Ukitake-taichou won't let me anywhere near my desk."

"For the record, with your belly, you probably wouldn't be able to even reach your desk anyway."

"Oi, say that to my face, Ichigo!" Turning, she pushed at her husband's shoulders, feeling the soft strength hidden in them. Not that they would be equal matches in a fight but he had always been too gentle with her.

Just not today.

Flipping Rukia onto her back, he leaned over her, legs entangled. The soft blush refused to disappear, making her scowl more endearing than fearsome. "You shouldn't worry too much, Rukia. I like it when you're pregnant," Ichigo smirked, playful in his seduction.

"Th-that's not…" Her voice trailed as Ichigo brushed his lips against hers, a hint of sweetness left on her skin. There was a time when he'd been nothing but forbidden, a man who she was forced to look at but never own. But circumstances had changed, shifted their courses so that they remained as tangled in spirit as they were in physical form. And as she opened her mouth to his kiss, Rukia wondered if there would ever be a moment when they weren't meant to be together.

"Oh my god. I never needed to see this."

Tearing his head away, Ichigo wasn't sure whether to feel fury or embarrassment. Because in the doorway was his gawking little sister, an unimpressed reaper and his son. Luckily Toushirou had had the good sense to clamp a hand over the boy's eyes, flailing about and wondering what was going on.

"What is it? Is it a surprise?" Ichirou asked excitedly, turning his head and trying to pry the strong hand off him.

"Oh it's a surprise alright," Toushirou replied, deadpan. The punch in the side from Karin was hardly warranted.

Pushing Ichigo off, Rukia rushed towards her son, trying to appear casual. "It's nothing, Ichirou. C'mon. Why don't you shower and then we can go out to eat for dinner?" she grinned, leading him towards the stairs.

"Can Auntie Karin and Uncle Toushirou come too?" he asked, his voice drifting as they made their way out of earshot.

"Really, Ichi-nii? You just had to do that kind of stuff while Ichi-chan was nearby?" Karin grumbled, finding a seat on a nearby chair. It'd been a long time since she'd used the affectionate nickname. As he'd gotten older, Ichirou had become vehemently against being called something that meant 'little' and 'cute.' Which he was, of course.

Scoffing, he propped his foot onto his opposite knee. "I can't wait 'til you're in Rukia's position. Then you can tell me if Toushirou has any more willpower than I do."

"We're not gonna talk about our sex life with you!" The spike in her reiatsu was just as strong as her resentment. On Hitsugaya's end though, he seemed to be diligently contemplating the notion. Noticing his onceover, Karin sent a glower to her fiancé.

"Please don't tell me you agree with him, Toushirou."

He shrugged. "I don't know. I think Kurosaki's idea has some merit."

Both of them watched as Karin stomped out, mumbling about perversion running deep in men.

"Auntie Karin, Auntie Karin!"

"Mama, is it done?"

"Yes, it's almost done. Calm down you two," Karin sighed, her exasperation much lighter than her voice led them to believe. On either side was a third-generation Kurosaki, one with bleached spikes and the other with an orange bob that came to her shoulders. What was it about Kurosaki's having a soft spot for tonkatsu? Had she been the same as a child?

Turning off the heat, she pushed her fillets onto a nearby plate before setting her pan down to cool. The raucous cheers brought a smile to her face, as she gestured towards the dinner table. After taking care of Ichirou for years, raising her own son hadn't been nearly as hard as she thought. Difficult at times but satisfying.

Watching as her five-year-old clambered into a seat, she smiled at how his cousin waited patiently for him to settle in. Being only three years older than her Haku, Hisana had a caring streak nearly as strong as Yuzu's. So it was no surprise she took care of him as if he was her own sibling.

It was in the middle of their snack that the door of the Kurosaki home opened, revealing neither Toushirou nor her brother and Rukia-nee. But it might as well have been Ichi-nii, as his son had grown up to look just like his father. But where there was usually jaded disdain on him Ichirou had replaced it with a bland smile, one that had more than a few girls in infatuation.

Behind him was no newcomer to their home. Coming up to his shoulder, Ishida Himeka was of the same age as Ichirou and his classmate since middle school (sometimes Karin wondered if there were really such things as coincidences). Bright, capable and not without a string of men in her wake, she bowed to Karin before smiling over at the other two at the table.

"Himeka-nee-chan, are those new glasses?" Hisana asked. The thin frames were rectangular, reminiscent of Uryuu's old ones. To be honest, the very physicality of Himeka was more like her father's, as she nodded sweetly.

"Are you here to play with us, Himeka-nee-chan?" Haku butted in, waving his hand about as if trying to get someone's attention.

"Ah, no, I'm afraid not today," she replied, looking a little sheepish at their saddening expressions. "I'm here to help Kurosaki with his Japanese Literature. It seems that he's been falling behind for… reasons."

'Hollow hunting' went unsaid but Karin heard it loud and clear. Scowling at her nephew, all Ichirou did was grin at her, as if he could charm his way out of her telling his little secret to his parents. Not that anyone could control the hot-blooded hybrid. But Ichigo hadn't changed much and his tendency to protect his loved ones was especially strong with his children. With this bit of info, he wouldn't be pleased.

"If I remember correctly, Japanese Literature was your best subject last semester."

"You came back early, Dad!" Haku cheered, jumping from his chair to meet his father in the doorway. It took no time to have him hoisted on Toushirou's shoulders, smiling so big Karin was sure his face would break.

"Oi, Uncle, don't go saying unnecessary things…" Ichirou muttered beneath his breath, loud enough for only the other to hear.

"Maybe if you were a little more honest I wouldn't have to," the Tenth's captain shrugged, moving over to place a kiss on Karin's head. She swore she didn't pink.

"Ah, well, if Kurosaki doesn't need the help, I'm sorry for intruding." Bowing again, Himeka aimed a familiar smile at her parents' old friend. From where she sat, Karin was basking in Toushirou's growing amusement. Why he took so much pleasure in teasing Ichirou, she would never know.

"It's not that I'm bad at it but I've missed a few lessons," he explained, trying to appeal to her sense of duty. Obviously it was enough because she gave in, laughing a little as Hisana volunteered to show her to Ichirou's room. When he didn't follow immediately after, Karin rolled her eyes at the mounting tension.

"Really, Uncle? Did you have to say something like that now?" Running a hand through his hair, he leveled an irritated frown at the other. To his annoyance, Hitsugaya remained untouched.

"I'm not the one making excuses to see a girl, am I?" he shot back, pulling his son down and into his arms. When Haku looped his hands around his neck, the edges of his lips tipped up.

"You did it with Auntie Karin. Don't think that I don't know about all those 'special missions' you took back in the day." Crossing his arms over his front, Ichirou looked far too smug for Toushiro's liking. Not that he could stop Matsumoto or Urahara-san from gossiping. It'd be easier to just hang up his haori.

"And it worked out well for me." Here he placed a hand on Karin's neck, combing his fingers through the hair at the nape and making her smile again. "But considering that you deny the fact you like her every time your mother asks, maybe I'm jumping the gun."

"Yeah, well, maybe you are." The annoyance was apparent in the way he flexed his fingers, wanting to take back the words. It was such a small cue but every Kurosaki could read another, as Karin looked up at her husband with a pleading look. That was enough teasing for one day.

Just as Ichirou turned towards the stairs, Toushirou made one last comment.

"You should take your own advice one day. Don't make it complicated, kid."

Confused, Karin opened her mouth to stop him but was interrupted by a bark of laughter. "You're actually gonna play that card?" Shooting him a satisfied smile, Ichirou scoffed as he made his way up the stairs with a shake of his head.

Looking between them, Karin gave up trying to understand. She could try all she wanted but there was no way anyone was going to tell her that men weren't the most enigmatic creatures. Taking her son, she told him to get Himeka so they could finish eating and then run some errands. In a flash he was gone, but he'd probably return at a snail's pace. It was no secret that Haku adored his older cousin, having a hero complex that rivaled her own when it came to Ichi-nii.

When Toushirou sidled up behind her, she relaxed into his embrace. And it didn't escape her how his hand trailed to her stomach knowingly, rubbing at the area with affection. There weren't enough secrets in their family so they held onto this one as long as they could. Not that they were making it a habit, but it was always nice to have a little peace before the next hellion in their family was let loose.

THE END

AN: I have one more prompt from my wifey to finish up and then I'll be updating Passe Cliche. Gosh, I really should put one of my three stories on hold but I can't. I really want to write all of them. T.T

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