WHAT IF...? Scenario 1: It's a nice day to laze about, but the captains are called to a meeting. In his rush, he forgets to say good-bye to someone and he feels just awful.

Rukia stared up at the sky.

The bright shade of blue was easy on the eyes despite the noonish sun and the few lingering white clouds.

A gentle breeze continuously played with her black locks while she sat, feet dangling, on one of the manor's many porches.

A quiet, contented sigh escaped her lips.

"Taicho."

She turned her head towards the Shinigami messenger who had appeared a few feet to her right.

"What is it?"

"The Commander-General requests for the presence of all captains."

"Fine. I'll be there in a few."

The messenger gave a small nod before disappearing to deliver the message back to the Division One barracks.

Rukia smiled as her husband shifted to prop himself up from his supine position.

"And just when I was getting comfortable." he muttered, while stretching his arms over his head.

He missed his wife's lap already.

"I'll see you later."

She nodded as he leaned over to kiss her lips.

He vanished soon after.

Rukia returned her attention to the sky.

It wasn't even a minute long before he returned and stood in front of her.

He didn't say anything.

But the scowl on his face spoke volumes.

The young captain dropped to his knees and reached for the small round bump that was her stomach before lowering his head to plant a lingering kiss there.

Rukia ran her hand through his unkempt orange hair. "The baby forgives you."

She felt Ichigo smile against her belly before he looked up to meet her eyes.

"Now, GO! Before you're late. AGAIN." she chastised, trying to sound irritated, but failing miserably.

He chuckled, kissed her again then flashed stepped away.

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