Ahh, I wanted to do a sort of continuation of New Girl. This will take place when they are grown up and married. A 'side-story' or 'continuation' of some sort is called a sequel, right? Hah, I knew it. Just looked it up in the dictionary! Wow, I feel stupid now... I'm not that familiar with the terms used in Fanfiction, even though I've been a member for over a year...Like AU, I kind of have an idea of what it is but what does it stand for? Please tell me kindly, and don't talk like I'm some sort of two-year-old. Anyhoo, (there I go again) let's begin, eh?

P.s. You might have to read New Girl to understand some parts in the future. Not sure yet. But please so check it out and don't forget to review!

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Chapter One

A woman sat in a comfy chair. She glanced around the office a few times, each time her eyes catching something different. First time, it was pictures of newborn babies. Second time, it was the weird colour choice on the walls. It was a sort of peachy colour, but had a tinge of green and pinky-purple. Weird. Third time, it was her husband sitting next to her. He looked about as nervous on the outside as she did on the inside.

She tenderly reached over and grabbed his hand. He felt him relax but tense up again when the door behind them creaked open. They both shifted in their chairs and saw the doctor walking in. They stood up politely and waited until he sat down to take their seats again. They sat nervously, hand in hand. She felt him squeeze her hand, trying to ease their anxious wait.

"Do you have them?" the woman asked eagerly.

"Yup," the doctor. He just sat there.

The couple waited patiently, but the guy didn't make a move to tell them. The husband got frustrated.

"Could you tell us?" he asked coarsely, but still remained polite. It was this man, who they had known for years, who was going to tell them whether or not they were going to have a baby.

His wife had taken many pregnancy tests at home, but everytime it changed. The first one it said that she wasn't, the next said she was. She took another one just to make sure, it came back negative. He pushed her to take another one, which she did while yelling at him. Her attitude was getting worse day-by-day. Finally, this one came back positive. She began to yell death threats at the home-pregnancy tests so he decided to bring her to a professional.

Here they were, moments away from something that could change their lives and this guy was acting like it was nothing. He sat there looking at them, like he was waiting for something.

"I swear, if you don't tell us right now--" she woman threatened, getting up to tell him she was serious. She pointed a finger in a threatening manner at him.

He doctor waved his hands protectively as the woman approached him. He let out a relieved sigh when her husband pulled her back.

"Well. Let's hope you can take this because it's just going to get worse," he began. He paused once again; loving the confused looks on the couples faces.

"Urahara, what do you mean?" the husband asked. His heart was thumping so hard against his rib cage that he thought anymore excitement and suspense, it would kill him.

His wife tapped her foot impatiently, "Spit it out."

"Well, I guess it's safe to say that you're having a baby! Congrats Mr. and Mrs. Kurosaki!" he said standing up to give the surprised couple a hug. When they didn't get up he stopped. The look on Mr. Kurosaki's face was telling him, 'You better not be shitting me. Right?' And Mrs. Kurosaki's face was just plain shock. He watched her beau catch her as she fell backward.

"Ichigo, you and Rukia will be terrific parents. But only if she can stay conscious enough to take care of them," Dr. Kisuke joked. He shook hands with Ichigo, who still hadn't reacted. He looked down to his wife in his arms.

"Holy shit! We're pregnant?" he asked finally.

Urahara let out a hearty laugh and corrected him, "No, she's pregnant. Don't tell her yet but I have a feeling there might be two in there," he winked, "Oh, and judging by the level of anger flowing off her at this early in the pregnancy, I can tell you that you're going to suffer a lot of abuse. She's going to be a crazy one!"

"Damn, we're having a baby," Ichigo repeated. He looked down at his wife, Rukia. He watched as her eyes began to open. She screamed and slapped him across the face.

"Ahh, what the hell was that for?" he yelled, forgetting the last five minutes. They began a heated battle, one of which Urahara stayed away from. This was going to be a long nine months.

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The couple returned from the hospital. In their arms they held not one, not two but three little newborns. One home they were met by their friends.

"Three?" one waddled over to them. She went to grab a baby away from her but it was taken out of her reach.

"Hey," the young woman whispered. "Hands off. You'll have your own to snuggle with soon, Rukia."

Rukia let out a puff of air and narrowed her eyes into a challenging glare. She began to walk off, about to take a fit.

"Girl, I may have already given birth, but my hormones are still just as crazy as yours. Don't pick a fight with me," the redhead warned. She walked to the kitchen her husband, Ishida Uryuu in tow. He held a boy, while his wife held two girls. He pushed his glasses up with his free hand as he followed his wife.

"That bitch Inoue," Rukia complained to her husband.

"So what if she didn't let you see her babies," he reasoned, knowing full well that she would end up getting angry anyway. He placed a hand on her blow-up stomach. She was about 8 and a half months in and was expected to go into labour sometime in the next couple weeks. Ichigo was surprised that he had survived through the whole eight months. As Urahara had predicted, she got a lot worse. At one point she even had run after him with a hammer. "We'll have our own soon."

She slapped his hand away; making him let out a sigh and throw his hands in the air, showing his defeat. "You're just like her, 'Hands off. Blah blah blah,'" she said in a voice that was supposed to imitate Inoue and Ichigo. She had failed horribly. Normally Ichigo would've at least chuckled at that but he knew if he did, she would rip his head off.

Ichigo decided to say nothing. He had already learned that when Rukia was irritated, don't do anything. At this stage. Even breathing was something that would set her off. Unfortunately she decided that him staying quiet wasn't good enough either.

"Why the hell aren't you talking? Are you on her side? Do you really hate me that much? Why don't you go downstairs and--" she began.

"Shut up," he mumbled, hoping she didn't hear him. When the sound of her voice stopped, he knew she had. Taking a gulp, he looked up to see her violet eyes burning with anger. If he didn't know any better, he could have thought her eyes had changed from the colour violet to red. Now he was scared.

"What the hell do you think your doing? Telling me to shut up!!" she screamed. He swallowed again and looked back down, waiting for the hit. He heard her take in a quick breath as a rush of water made it sound like someone was running the tap in the next room. Maybe he had gotten her so riled up, that he made her piss herself. Looking up quickly he saw her lying on her back, her elbows keeping her semi-sitting up. She was taking deep unsteady breaths.

"Rukia," Ichigo said running to her side. It couldn't be time, there was still two weeks. "Rukia, what's wrong?" he asked even though he knew full well what was happening.

"I'm going into labour, you shithead," she insulted, despite her condition.

Ichigo picked her up bridal style, despite her complaints telling him she could walk. He ran her downstairs, past the staring eyes. Before he ran out the door, he turned his head back and yelled,

"It's time!"

He could hear cheering and the shuffling of feet in the house as he gently placed her in the back seat of his car. He sped to the hospital, knowing that his friends would be at the hospital after him in no time.

He parked close enough and opened the door. He went to pick her up but she pushed him away. She struggled to get to her feet, judging her size. She waddled her way quickly to the hospital door and was rushed to the delivery room immediately. The nurses stay far enough away from her, being afraid that the woman in labour would rip their throats out.

Four hours later, and two babies later she was put into the recovery area. She turned to the doorway as Inoue, Ishida, Ichigo, Chad, Keigo, and Isshin walked in. Isshin held a bouquet of flowers that he set on her side table. He pecked Rukia lightly on the cheek and whispered quiet congratulations in her ear. He turned to Ichigo and slapped him roughly on the back. Ichigo cringed but couldn't help but to smile as he slapped his dad back with equal force.

"Good one, son," Isshin joked proudly.

"Yeah," Ichigo said, waving his dad's stupidness out of his mind. His dad had not changed the slightest bit since he was a teen. He was now 25 and married. But his dad still had the maturity level of a five-year-old.

He walked up to Rukia and sat down lightly on the bed beside her. He gazed lovingly at the two beings sleeping in her arms. They were so small. Looked fairly normal, other than the trademark egg-headness all babies seemed to have.

"What do you want to name them?" he asked her. He didn't care, as long as she didn't say the name Chappy.

"Well, there's the boy, who I think should be called..." she stopped and looked thoughtful. "I think he looks like a Yuuki. What do you think?" she asked.

"I think it's perfect," Ichigo said letting Yuuki grab his fingers with his own stub-like ones. "What about the girl?"

"Umm, Kinoue?" she tried. "No, doesn't sound right." She looked at the baby harder. A lightbulb popped, "How about Cha--"

"I swear to God, if you say Chappy, I'll--" he let it hang at the end not wanting to finish it. She got the point.

She let out a light chuckle, "I was joking, jeez. Someone's a little cranky."

Ichigo resisted the urge to say some sort of smartalec-y remark. All that happened was a slight twitch to his eyebrow and a small frown take his smile's position. The frown was flushed away once again when he looked at the baby girl. She was looking straight at him. She had his mother's eyes. He prayed that they would have his mother's hair too. He didn't want them to live like he did.

"How about Mikomi?" she suggested.

Ichigo looked at his daughter. He thought about it, "Also perfect."

"Yuuki and Mikomi, eh?" Ichigo repeated. "Welcome to the family."

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Ahh how's that for the first chapter? I know once again they are OOC, but Ichigo's matured and grown up and Rukia's pregnant. I'm still working on it. The only person I can get a pretty good picture of is Isshin, but he's easy...Anyway R&R! R&R! R&R! and I will love you forever!

Eva-miko