Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ All About Baby ❯ The Beginning of a Miracle.... ( Chapter 1 )

All About Baby

By: Novalee Phoenix

Disclaimer: I don’t own Bleach

The Beginning of a miracle…….

It had been one year, two months, three weeks, and four days since they had been married in Urahara’s basement surrounded by loved ones and friends from both the living world and Soul Society. It had been two weeks since Rukia took the pregnancy test, and three days since she had seen the doctor. She had now been waiting for two and a half hours before her husband was to arrive home. It had took her all day to go shopping for groceries, get home and cook a romantic diner for two, take a bath and get dressed in something comfortable but sexy, and all her might not to pace a hole in their newly carpeted den.

She sighed and looked at the clock. Ichigo would be home any second now. She decided to stand in the entry way and wait for his arrival. Ten minutes later, and lots of toe tapping with impatience, Ichigo Kurosaki walked through the door. Taking one look at his wife, Ichigo couldn’t hold back a primitive grin. She was wearing his favorite dress. A sexy little red number that Inoue had given to Rukia to borrow. The dress, unfortunately met its end at his hands and after seeing the decimated dress on the floor, Inoue decided to trash it, only to have Rukia stop her. After saying that she would like to keep the dress, and Inoue unable to say no, she took it to Ishida who gladly sewed the dress back together for future use. Oh yes, it was his favorite dress.

“So, something important happen today?” Ichigo asked as he approached his wife, warmth flooding his brown eyes turning them into rich chocolate. Rukia couldn’t help but smile as he approached her. His strong arms gently wrapped around her waist as he leaned in and softly kissed her lips. He drew her in closer as his teeth managed to gently suckle on her bottom lip. Rukia turned her head to the side, her eyes closing as her feet picked her up to met him in a warm and sexy kiss that would have lead to more intimate activities if she wouldn’t have pulled away. She knew the second his tongue was able to provoke hers causing a whimper to escape her lips that it was time to stop or she’d never get around to telling him the good news.

“You could say that. Why don’t you come with me. I have a surprise for you.” Rukia smiled back seductively, and grabbing his hand, lead him through the den to the kitchen. Ichigo stopped and looked around. A dressed up table with candles and good looking food, lights dimmed, fresh flowers…..

“Are you sure something important didn’t happen today? Like, you know, an anniversary or something that I missed?” Ichigo surely hoped not. Rukia was very good about remembering almost every special occasion. He learned that the hard way two years ago when he had forgotten their engagement anniversary and received a cold glare for a whole week before three bouquets of flowers, a box of chocolates, and a huge Chappy doll was able to tame down her anger.

“No, nothing like that. Have a seat honey. I cooked this for you today. I hope you like it.” Ichigo couldn’t resist. He was starving. Sitting down, it didn’t take long before they were both eating, well, Ichigo was more like inhaling his food while Rukia watched with interest. Apparently, Ichigo liked her food a lot.

“So, how was work?” she asked casually taking a sip of water.

“It went well today. I didn’t have too many patients to see, and I was only interrupted once by a hollow. All in all, a good day.”

“That’s good.” Rukia smiled and got up from her place. Ichigo was about done, and before he could get up Rukia stopped him by putting her hand on his. “I have something to tell you.” Ichigo stared back at her confused. He hoped it was something good.

“Ichigo, I’m 30 weeks pregnant.”

And his world came to a halt.

“Ichigo?” Rukia sounded worried. “Ichigo, what’s wrong?”

Finally snapping out of his revelry, he smiled down at his wife, gave her a quick kiss on the lips and picked up his dishes to bring to the sink. “That’s great honey. Great news.”

Rukia stood there staring after him, her arms crossed over her chest, tears in her angry eyes, and her high healed foot tapping menacingly on the floor. It was when she turned around to pick up her plate and bring to the kitchen when she heard the sound of dishes smashing on the floor. Turning around, she saw a disheveled looking Ichigo with a surprise on his face, both hands on either side of the doorway leaning in. Then a huge smile was plastered on his face as he was suddenly in front of her kissing her breathless. “Pregnant! 30 weeks!” Was the only things he managed to say as she laughed.

She was happy it was nothing more than shock that had taken him over at first. And even more happier when he managed to carry her to their bedroom and once again rip off that damn little red dress. She sighed, Ishida would soon start asking questions as to why he was repairing this dress so much. But the thought was completely cast aside as she felt his hot lips on her nipple sucking and teasing. Her eyes closed, head reeled back, as her knees buckled beneath her. She soon found herself on her back, Ichigo kissing her neck and shoulders and then moving down her body once again. She shuddered as his hands caressed her body and smiled warmly when he stopped at her abdomen and placed soft, sweet kisses where their little miracle was.

“You’re going to be a good dad.” She said softly sifting her fingers through his orange hair. He looked up at her, softness defined on his features.

“You’re going to be a great mom. And we’re going to be a happy family.” Gently he lifted himself from her and slowly crawled his way up, their lips meeting in a gentle but seductive kiss. Rukia couldn’t help the tear that suddenly left her eye to run down her soft check. She smiled as her husband kissed her passionately and then filled her. This was the feeling that she had longed for the most growing up. This was the ultimate high. Making love with her husband and having a new life growing inside her was all any woman could ever ask for.

Ten minutes later, Ichigo couldn’t help but rub his wife’s back smoothly and caringly. He also couldn’t help the pride and smugness he felt that his wife, his Rukia, was carrying his child. A child they made out of their love. He smiled wistfully before falling asleep with his wife, the fear of everything that he knew and loved changing was far away in the back of his mind.