Hearing that sudden wail when their child had entered into the much colder world and the smile that his exhausted but happy wife had given him as Isane and Hanatorou examined him before placing him at his mother's breast.

"We're parents Ichigo," Rukia whispered as she gently caressed the blond fuzz on her sons head.

"Yeah," Ichigo agreed as he shifted from his position behind his wife and child managing to embrace them both tighter. "Parents."

He could not look at him enough, soft hair under his fingers, those small finger and yet smaller fingernails. The still unnamed child was peacefully sleeping between them on the futon and he bedazzled Ichigo with his very essence. Rukia was asleep as well, her beautiful face relaxed and her left hand was holding onto Ichigo's shirt showing her possession of him. This night was theirs and theirs alone. Sure Isane, Retsu and Hanatorou checked in on them making sure that the new family was handling things but they were mostly left to their own.

Tomorrow the others would request to see the newborn child; Isane had forcibly hindered the rampaging bubblegum-haired 11th fuku-taichou, as well as the unruly taichou from the same outfit. Others that had been hovering nearby was Kuchiki Byakuya, not so surprising since he was the uncle of before mentioned child, Ukitake Jyuushiro, also not surprising since he had taken the young substitute shinigami under his wings when he had become captain. More surprising and further more disturbing to the point pink petals and thunderbolts chased him of the premises; Kurotsuchi Mayuri. Ichigo felt no pity for the mad scientist, even if he at times had done beneficial things for Soul Society. Ichigo's thoughts returned to his child when he suddenly opened his dark eyes at him, he knew from what he had read about infants that he did not see much but nonetheless Ichigo carefully edged his arm around the baby as he sat up cooing the boy trying to avoid any onslaught of tears and cries. The boy remained silent as Ichigo untangled Rukia's hand from his yukata and he got up still cradling the baby.

"You are a brave kid, aren't you? You should be considering who your mother is, and I as your father, I might turn as barking mad as your grandfather, chasing you around trying to hit you, and you would unmistakably just hit me back," Ichigo said softly as he sniffed his son, babies did have a comforting and nice smell, just as his dad had said. "And you will go to Academy, even if you are Byakuya's nephew, going on the fast track isn't necessary a good thing. You'll end up like your old man, blowing yourself up with a single kidou," this was sadly the truth, Ichigo had ended up getting burned and cut from his own spells more than once. "Your uncles will help teaching you fight, not Kenpachi, he is a bit too big for you, hell he is even too big for me to fight comfortably."

"Already teaching him swearwords?" Rukia said, a certain drawl to her voice told Ichigo that she was barely awake. She held out her hand to her family and Ichigo got down next to her and their son attached himself to Rukias breast with a pleased sound, making them both smile, although Rukia grimaced a little as the baby used his jaws a little too much, but that too was something to expect until the nipples had hardened.

"How come we could make something this perfect and beautiful?" Ichigo asked, marveled.

"Talk for yourself, he has my beauty," Rukia said jokingly.