A/N: FOUR YEARS LATER. The Nel returns with the finish to this story. AH. Well, I do apologize, my own real life came back to haunt me for a change. AND I hope this will tide you allover until I decide to write something to tie everything up securely. I just want to get a few of these stories finished so I can work on new things.
Or maybe...just maybe...I could put them up for adoption. TAKERS? :D just kidding...maybe.
"AHHHH!" The scream tore from Neliel's lips without warning. Grimmjow's face was as white as the hospital sheets, and the ones in the hospital room knew it was only partly from Neliel's death grip on his hand.
"Push, you can do it! You're almost there!" A nurse cried, and another scream tore from the laboring woman's lips.
She suddenly let go of Grimmjow's hand, and he frowned in surprise. "Go, look." She managed to tell him, toughing out the pain enough to give him a smile. Then she was pushing again, her screams subsided into quiet determination to push two newborns into a new world. "It's a boy! And...a girl!" One of the doctors announced.
"Oh, thank god." Neliel breathed, succumbing to darkness and falling back onto the pillows.
"Nel!" Grimmjow started at her, but a nurse stopped him.
"She'll be fine. She's just exhausted, but would you like to hold your newborns?" She asked him, and he nodded. She handed over the twins, and Grimmjow marveled at their perfectly formed miniature faces.
"Aw, she did well," he said, not bothering to mask the love in his voice. It wasn't long before Nel came to and demanded her newborns. Grimmjow was happy to oblige, bringing them to her with pride.
"Oh, they're so beautiful!" She exclaimed happily, cradling them on her chest lovingly. A primitive look of joy graced her features, and Grimmjow found his heart melting. "Hey, what is the date today, Grimmy?" She asked quietly, and he frowned in thought for a moment.
"March 28th."
"Okay. I'll remember this day forever." She vowed, and Grimmjow planted a kiss on her forehead.
"Yeah, so will I. So, you figure out some names?"
"I thought you might have." Neliel pouted, and Grimmjow laughed.
"You are hilarious, Nel. You're the one who was glued to your internet for the last month."
"Oh, you're right." Neliel giggled sheepishly. "Yes, the boy is Hunter Lance." She paused to add suspense, and Grimmjow found himself rolling his eyes at her choice. It seemed fitting enough to him, as long as it was good enough for his beautiful wife. "And the girl is Ambelu Victoria."
"Where the hell did you find that name, Nel?" He demanded jokingly, and Nel pouted.
"What? Don't you like it, Grimmy?" She asked.
"I do, but it's definitely something else...just like you." He added as an afterthought. Neliel laughed softly and ruffled his hair affectionately.
"And you, too, my sweet panther."
Neliel and her newborns recovered quickly, and Grimmjow was glad to have his wife return home finally. Neliel and Halibel had held a joint baby shower for all of their needs, and it had been no difficult task gathering up whatever they had missed. Grimmjow had the baby monitors set up just before Neliel had begged to go to the hospital.
So when at two am the twins began to cry hungrily, Neliel and Grimmjow could hear it from their bed loud and clear.
Neliel zombie walked to the twins' room to feed them, nursing them each at the same time with ease. Grimmjow shuffled in on the sight, rubbing his eyes sleepily.
"You can go back to bed, Grimmy." Neliel murmured. "I've got this." She reassured him. He grinned at her.
"Aw, I just wanted to watch for a moment, Nel. No harm in that, right?" He asked, and she conceded.
"I suppose not." Once sated, the babies pulled their mouths away from Neliel's breasts, yawning simultaneously. Neliel handed Hunter to Grimmjow, burping Ambelu herself. "Pretty little Bel Bel." Neliel cooed after the infant had belched out her gas. Grimmjow awkwardly followed suit, startled a little when Hunter's belch came. Neliel giggled and lay Bel back to sleep, kissing her little girl tenderly on the forehead.
"You know, this is probably the cutest we'll ever see 'em." Grimmjow mused, and Neliel smacked him lightly.
"Don't jinx us!" She whined softly, tugging on his hand and leading him back to their bedroom. He kissed her cheek before following her into bed. Once under the covers, he pulled her into his arms and she snuggled up against him suggestively, but the next thing he knew she was sound asleep.
"Damnable woman." He grumbled affectionately, ruffling her hair and following her into that deep sleep.
Neliel found she was pregnant again three months later, and chased Grimmjow around their house with mocking threats toward his manhood that day.
"You have NO IDEA how much pain I went through to have YOUR kids!" Neliel cried, chasing Grimmjow around with a large spatula.
"Hey, you could have said no!" He returned.
"And you could have used protection!" She retorted, swinging her spatula menacingly.
"Come on, Nel, put that down. Hey, what are you doing with those scissors? NEL WHAT THE FUCK NO!" Grimmjow made haste with the running the hell away from his wife, afraid suddenly that she was bordering too close to serious for his liking.
"Grimmy! I just want to talk!" She cried sweetly, and he growled in response.
"I don't believe you! Put down those damn scissors and that damn spatula and we'll talk, Nel! But you ain't getting near me with that shit!"
"Okay, just let me get the vacuum instead." She suggested, and Grimmjow smacked his forehead.
"I'm going to Stark's until you calm the fuck down, Nel." He told her, and she instantly laid her 'weapons' down on the counter.
"I'm calm, Grimmy!" She told him brightly, and he sighed.
"You know, I don't know what to do with you so-" He was interrupted by wailing from the twins' room.
"Nothing but more of this for the next couple years." Neliel grumbled with a small twitch of her eye, but Grimmjow could tell that she was happy despite all of her complaints.
Two years passed to find Neliel enjoying her three children, the third a gorgeous teal haired girl Grimmjow had named Isabella Harper. He wasn't one for picking out names, but with Nel's help of course he had found a good combination.
"Grimmy! I got a job!" Neliel cried, bounding home after a short shopping trip one day.
"You did what?" Grimmjow demanded, looking up from his laptop in surprise.
"I got a job. Why, is that a bad thing? I figured I could use something to do. It's only three or four mornings a week, so we probably won't have to worry about babysitters." She told him. "I'll always be home by three or four in the afternoon."
"What job is it?" He asked, suddenly finding himself curious.
"Oh, just a cashier at one of those department stores. And I get a ten percent employee discount on anything in the store. Isn't that nice?" She asked softly. "They even sell groceries!" She clasped Grimmjow's hands, waving them excitedly.
"So I'm gonna see you around here less, then, huh?" Grimmjow couldn't hide the edge of jealousy in his tone.
"Oh, Grimmy, don't be like that." Neliel planted a dozen kisses all over his face, and though he pulled an ugly face, she knew he enjoyed her attentions. "Now, why don't we celebrate?" She grinned at him mischievously. "Are the kittens down for a nap?" She whispered teasing, and he nodded, having grown accustomed to her nickname for their children. "You know..." She dropped her eyes, frowning. "This is going to sound weird coming from me...but I want another one." She told him, and he grinned.
"I can definitely make that happen, Nel." He was pressing her against the kitchen counter in a heartbeat, laying hot kisses all up and down her neck. She shuddered at his touch, the bliss she felt never waning, only seeming to intensify through their years together. Grimmjow's skilled fingers lifted her light dress from her frame with ease, finding that she had gone au naturale beneath it.
"Oh, look at my dirty girl, no pa-"
Neliel silenced him with her tongue in his mouth, and he couldn't help succumbing to her desires. The next thing she knew, he was inside of her, and she didn't care that he'd skipped the foreplay. He lifted her onto the counter and thrust his hips in a delicate rhythm, his right arm barred behind her shoulders while his left hand ran through her thick hair, keeping her lips pressed to his.
Nary a moan left their lips, though the pleasure they knew in those moments built pleasure within them. The only thing Neliel allowed to escape were soft gasps and heavy breaths as she reached for something just barely out of her reach. With every jerk of Grimmjow's hips, the glory Neliel sought came closer, and she cried out for it, unable to hold back any longer. Her body jerked forward and all in a rush she released, shaking uncontrollably as Grimmjow followed her a few thrusts later.
She milked him dry with her body, and he fell to her heaving chest in exhaustion.
"Fuck, Nel, how am I supposed to work tonight in this condition?" He demanded, and she only shrugged.
"You'll get your energy backâOh, the kittens are waking up." Neliel pulled away from Grimmjow so she could slip her dress back on, smoothing it down until it looked as though nothing had happened. She cleaned up in the bathroom on her way to tend to her children, sighing contentedly. This was heaven, she thought. She wasn't sure what she was getting herself into with a possible fourth addition to their family, but she didn't think she wanted it any other way.
"I'm so getting fixed after this one..." She mused to herself, shaking her head and smiling at herself in the mirror. Then, she went to tend to her children, realizing in that moment that no matter what they did, she would always love them. No matter how wild or unruly they became, she would never waver in how much she cared. Even if they turn out just like Grimmjow...she thought to herself with a smile.
Yes, this life was a good life, Neliel knew. She felt blessed, and loved, but above all she was happy. And so was Grimmjow, and together they would give their children only the best life had to offer.
Grimmjow stood watching Neliel with their children, pride filling him. He pulled her into his arms, taking Hunter from her. "Nel, I love you, and these kids of ours." He grinned as he ruffled up his son's hair, much to Hunter's apparent chagrin.
"He already resembles you, Grimmy." Neliel teased, moving to ruffle Grimmjow's hair. Her beloved panther ducked and laughed.
"He'll be just like me. And maybe Bel or Harper will be just like you."
"Let's hope they all take after me." Neliel teased, soothing a wailing Harper.
Though they never hoped to know the hows or whys of it, Grimmjow and Neliel were grateful to have been paired up together, and grateful to know that they had found happiness together. That was enough for them.
END.
A/N: Consider this my supah belated Christmas present to anyone who still follows this story. Anyone left out there? Huh? -taps screen- Didn't think so. :D