WARNINGS: Grimmjow will use some foul language in this chapter and there'll be sexual situations going on. If that offends you, leave. There's also a reference to the cover of chapter 198 or 199. I can't remember the exact number, but I do remember the famous picture of Grimmjow giving every Bleach fan his middle finger! So if I got something wrong, please let me know. (I also may have some body parts mentioned incorrectly here, too! Damn you Wikipedia! Lol!) Oh yeah, and it's still un-beta-ed.

"I must not have been paying attention…" Monica

Your Wedding Chapter 2

"You know, Nel," Hallibel spoke to her best friend in between spoonfuls of her frozen yogurt. "When I said, 'I'll treat you to lunch', eating at Baskin-Robbins didn't exactly come to mind."

"Well… that's your fault…" Nelliel giggled while licking her Gold Medal Ribbon ice cream from the sugar cone. "You should have known I'd take advantage of an opportunity for free lunch!" She licked the chocolate and vanilla concoction from her lips and used her free hand to dab the corner of her mouth with a napkin afterwards. "Besides," her hazel eyes sparkled with excitement. "They have great food here!"

The brunette gave her best friend a pointed look and scowled. "Nel, we're in a ice cream parlor." Hallibel stated matter-of-factly. "I would hardly refer to this as…" she paused for emphasis, looked down at her frozen treat, and back up again at the author, "food."

Ignoring her manager, Nelliel continued. "And this is the place where Grimmjow and I first met. I really like this place. It brings back memories, y'know?"

Hallibel rolled her eyes in annoyance and released a sarcastic snort. "This is the place where Jaegerjaquez insulted you, felt you up, and humiliated you. Why on earth would you want to come back to this place?"

"Aw he didn't mean anything by it, Tia." Nelliel assured her best friend. "Besides, if he never came over and did… that… we might not be together today."

"Tch," Hallibel snorted again and swallowed another spoonful of frozen yogurt. "I can just imagine what the two of you will tell little GrimmNel junior when he asks, 'Mommy? Daddy? How did you two meet?' What ridiculous story will you make up for the sake of your child?"

Nelliel choked on her ice cream as some of it splattered out of mouth and nostrils. She dropped her cone in her bowl and wiped her face with the napkin. "Ha, ha, ha! Oh man! Hee, hee! Okay, what was that, Tia? GrimmNel? Where in the hell did that come from?"

"Well," Hallibel looked at her friend with humor glowing in her emerald eyes. "I just combined the first half of your names. See? Grimmjow? Nelliel? Mix the two together, you get GrimmNel. I think it's cute."

"I'm sorry, Tia." The author placed her soiled napkin on the table and playfully rolled her hazel eyes at her manager. "But that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard."

The brunette dropped her plastic spoon on the table. The utensil made a hollow sound as it landed on the wooden surface. Dabbing the corners of her mouth with a napkin, she spoke. "Well, stupid or not, I think it's cute. And that's going to be my nickname for little GrimmNel junior until he's born." Hallibel pointed her manicured finger at Nelliel's waist for emphasis.

With her lunch forgotten, Nelliel folded her arms over her chest and leaned back against the soft vinyl of her seat. She looked at her best friend seriously and asked, "What makes you so sure that it's a he? He could be a she."

"Nel, this is Jaegerjaquez's sperm we're talking about here." Hallibel rested her elbow on the table and cradled her chin in her palm. "I know that you're carrying a boy."

"And what if you're wrong?" The author leaned forward and challenged her friend.

"Have I ever been?" The brunette countered.

"Touché." Nelliel tucked some of her golden-brown locks behind her ear and smiled. "Well… I honestly don't care what it is. I just want a healthy baby."

Before Hallibel could speak, a woman with long, chocolate brown hair and blue eyes approached their table. The woman was holding hands with a younger version of herself. The girl looked to be around eight years old, and she shyly peeked around the woman's waist to stare at Hallibel and Nelliel, blinking curiously.

"Oh hi," the woman extended her hand at Nelliel, who graciously took it. "My name's Ami and this is my daughter, Mizuki. Don't mind her; she's a little shy.

"I know you must get this all the time, but I'm your biggest fan." Ami continued to speak while Hallibel smirked as she looked on. "I read your book and I've seen you on TV. I even have some magazine articles that featured you. You're such an inspiration to my daughter and me."

A bright red blush stained Nelliel's cheeks at the compliment Ami gave her. Yes, she got approached all the time by women because of her book, but still she had yet to get used to it. The compliments and accolades she receives still make her feel awkward. "Why thank you, Ami. I really appreciate your support."

"Oh you're so modest." Ami chuckled lightly, which caused Hallibel's smirk to widen. "And you much more beautiful in person."

Nelliel's face darkened to a turnip color and she turned away from the woman. "Oh really, you don't have to say that. It's not necessary."

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to embarrass you!" Ami quickly apologized to the blushing author and reached inside of her purse. She retrieved a paperback copy of Thank You for Defending Me and placed it on the table in front of Nelliel. "I would like an autograph, if you don't mind."

Nelliel faced the woman again and gave her a bright smile. "Certainly." She opened the book and grabbed the pen that Ami presented her with. After signing it, she handed it back to Ami and thanked her.

"Oh no, thank you, Nelliel." Ami's blue eyes sparkled with excitement. "I really appreciate this, and I'm looking forward to your new book."

The author waved goodbye at the mother and daughter duo as they left the ice cream parlor. Facing a grinning Hallibel, Nelliel turned around just in time to hear her best friend say, "Again: when have I ever been wrong?"

Nelliel knew Hallibel was referring to her becoming an author to help other women. "Okay, okay… you pulled my leg, Tia. You want to hear me say it? Here goes: Tia, you have never been wrong about anything in your life. There. I did it; it's done."

"That's all I needed to hear." The brunette chuckled lightly. "Now, let's get out of here."

"Sound good to me," Nelliel spoke while standing to clear the mess from her side of the table. "I want to dye my hair back to its original color before I go home today."

"Are you sure that's wise?" Hallibel also stood and cleared her mess. "I heard that it's not a good idea for pregnant women to dye their hair. And besides, what parlor are you going to find that has sea-green hair dye?"

"I'm not worried." The author assured her friend. "I'm three weeks pregnant. I don't think me dying my hair will hurt the baby."

The brunette shrugged and led the way out of the parlor. "You're the boss."

. . . . .

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez immersed himself in his work at his fighting studio after having a few weeks to himself after his release from prison last month. He served three years after murdering his fiancée's attacker, Nnoitra. The sick man attacked Nelliel on the night Grimmjow was going to propose to her. With his emotions climbing high, Grimmjow did what he felt he had to do in order to protect his girlfriend. His only regret was not being with his woman for three years, but she managed to make a name for herself and do just fine without him.

Grimmjow had to give credit where it was due; Nelliel handled her newfound fame well. Even with people approaching her on the streets asking for her autograph, and the significant change in her income, she was still the humble woman with a child-like naiveté who craved sweets and being around her friends. Just for that, Grimmjow loved her all the more.

The fighter understood his fiancée's change in her lifestyle and he knew she wouldn't be around as much as he would've liked. Her publisher was hounding her day in and day out to complete her second book, talk show hosts wanted her featured on their shows, photographers and magazine editors were calling night and day to have her featured in spreads. They fell in love with her unique beauty and the oddly placed birthmark on her face appealed to them.

Nelliel however took everything in stride. It was her best friend, mentor, and now manager Hallibel who handled the business side of Nelliel's fame. Grimmjow trusted that his childhood friend would do what was best for his fiancée, and he knew deep down Hallibel would always look out for Nelliel's best interests.

Currently he sat at his desk discussing how to get more patrons in the fighting studio with his best friend since childhood Shawlong Kufang. The older man sat across from Grimmjow and offered his opinion whenever he felt it was needed.

"We're the best fighting studio in Karakura." Shawlong told his teal-haired best friend. "Even still we only have certain… patrons who come here regularly. Perhaps we should change who we market the business to?" He suggested with a lift of his dark, thick brow.

Grimmjow relaxed back in his chair and thought the question over for a few moments before asking, "What do ya mean?"

"I'm saying that we only have males who come here regularly. What if we were to appeal to women as well?" Shawlong leaned forward and folded his arms on Grimmjow's desk.

"I'm listenin'," the teal-haired fighter told his best friend.

"We could start teaching self-defense to women as well. Also on certain days, like Wednesdays since those are the slowest, we can have an aerobics class. That'll surely garner us more attention and bring in more patrons."

Reclining in his leather chair, Grimmjow rested his feet on his desk and folded his hands behind his head. He gave the brunet a smirk and said, "That ain't a bad idea, Shawlong. It would be nice ta see more ass and tits around this place."

Shawlong lifted his brow and gave his best friend a knowing smirk. "Too bad Nel isn't here to hear you say that."

Before Grimmjow could reply, his office door burst open and in walked the long-haired, handsome, narcissistic blond, Yylfordt Granz. "I'm glad you feel that way, boss," he told the entrepreneur enthusiastically. "As a matter of fact, I know a few women who would love to train here, brother." He wiggled his blond eyebrows suggestively at Grimmjow, who only snorted in response.

"All I need is your approval. I'll make a few phone calls, and by next Wednesday, this place will be filled with women."

"Yylfordt," Grimmjow placed his feet on the floor and rested his elbows on his desk. He gave his employee a hard stare with his piercing blue eyes and asked, "Were ya listenin' outside my door… again…?"

A drop of sweat moistened the side of his face and Yylfordt swallowed thickly at his boss' question. "Um… if I were to say yes, would I get in trouble…?"

Massaging his aching temples, the fighter didn't have the patience, or energy to deal with the blond playboy in front of him. "Look, I don't want this place ta be packed with yer hos, do ya understand?"

"I resent that!" Yylfordt huffed while his brown eyes widened at Grimmjow's accusation. "They're not hos."

Lifting a teal eyebrow, Grimmjow challenged, "Oh yeah. Then what do ya call 'em?"

"They're just attractive women I've slept with, brother." Yylfordt folded his arms across his chest and nodded smugly.

Rolling his eyes at his employee the fighter said, "Look, keep those hos in check. I don't want any drama in my studio because a bitch wants ta fight another bitch over yer ass."

Looking down at his shoes, Yylfordt meekly replied, "Yes boss." He lifted his head and exited Grimmjow's office, gently shutting the door behind him.

"He may have an ulterior motive," Shawlong spoke after Yylfordt's departure. "But right now, we could really use him. If he could get some women in here and they'll spread the word about the aerobics class and self-defense training; it can be great for business."

"Yeah I know," Grimmjow grinned and stood. "I just like ta fuck with him fer the hell of it."

Chuckling, Shawlong looked up and asked, "Going somewhere?"

The teal-haired fighter turned to the brunet and said, "Yeah. I'm goin' home." He lifted his wrist and checked the time on his watch. "It's gettin' late anyway. Close up fer me, will ya?"

"Sure thing."

. . . . .

"Ya changed yer hair back." Grimmjow sat on the edge of their round, king-size bed later that evening. He wore green-and-white striped, cotton boxers and nothing else.

Nelliel licked her lips sexily and grinned at her fiancé's topless form. She bit her bottom lip to suppress her moans from rising out of her throat. More than anything the sea-green haired woman wanted to run her hands down Grimmjow's chiseled chest, tracing the path her fingers would leave with her tongue. However that could wait until later, much later.

"Mmm, hmm," she nodded her head and curled a lock of her hair around her finger. "Honestly I got tired of the light brown color. I missed my old hair, you know?"

"It looks good." Grimmjow smirked while he stared at his fiancée curled against the overstuffed pillows.

Nelliel wore a large, long-sleeved, turquoise shirt that stopped mid-thigh and Chappy-printed socks. "Thank you, Grimmjow. So, how was your day today?"

Reaching for Nelliel's right foot, the teal-haired fighter lifted it and started to massage the smooth, creamy skin of her calf. With his free hand, he clutched his BlackBerry and accessed the camera. "Me and Shawlong were talkin' 'bout lettin' women train an' exercise at the studio." His brows rose to the middle of his forehead and he gave the author a naughty grin. "That doesn't bother you, does it?"

"Why should it?" Nelliel spoke in a cool voice. She pressed her lips together and gave her fiancé a sweet smile. "Do you want me to be jealous… Grimmjow…?"

Grimmjow lifted her leg higher and focused his phone lens at the apex of her thighs. "Ya should be. I'm a good-lookin' man and I don't think I can stop those women who wanna chase aft'r me." He took a few pictures of Nelliel's tattoo and told her, "Now smile fer the camera."

"You know I wasn't like this before I met you." The author smirked and lowered her hand in between her legs to spread open her nether lips so Grimmjow could get a better view for his phone. "I would've never agreed to this if I hadn't met you. You corrupted me." She giggled playfully.

After taking several pictures and saving them, the fighter replied, "Bullshit, Nel and ya know it. This is comin' from the same woman who flashed me her pussy on the first night. I didn't corrupt ya. Ya always had been a closet freak. It just took the right man ta bring it outta ya. And besides," he lowered his head and started to slowly kiss his way up her thigh. "I told ya before that nothin's bett'r than seeing my pussy with my name on it."

Hearing the comment that he made during his welcome home party last month caused to Nelliel blush. It was around a year after Grimmjow went to prison that she decided to get a tattoo with his name on it in the most intimate place on her body.

The letters in his name were capital in Engravers MT font, and the first five letters, G-R-I-M-M were tattooed on the right side of her vulva. They were the same bright, teal color as Grimmjow's hair. In the center placed directly above the hood of her clitoris was a red heart, and on the left side of her vulva was the final three letters of his name J-O-W, also in the same teal color.

Giggling at the memory of the tattoo, Nelliel had to sneak away from Hallibel in order to get it. She still remembered the intense pain she received during the entire ordeal, but seeing her fiancé's face when he laid his ocean eyes on it made it all worthwhile. Nelliel never doubted that Grimmjow would leave her. He was forever hers, and she, forever his.

"Baby, please stop…" Nelliel cooed when she felt the tip of the fighter's tongue get closer to his destination. Grimmjow long since discarded his BlackBerry and proceeded to pleasure his woman.

Removing her hand from between her legs, Nelliel tangled them in the thick mass of his hair and lifted his face. Using both of her hands, she reached underneath Grimmjow's shoulders and pulled him on top of her. "There's… there's something I have to tell you…"

"Can it wait till mornin'?" Grimmjow kissed his way from her cheek to her neck. There he nibbled at the sensitive flesh and sank his canines into her skin. Not deep enough to break the flesh, but it was enough to leave two marks against her neck. "I'm kinda busy right now."

Nelliel closed her eyes and shivered at the pleasurable pain her fiancé was giving her. She clutched at his biceps and wrapped her legs around his back, grinding her pelvis against his erection. "As… as incredible as this feels… I… I have something very important to tell you, Grimmjow…"

"Talk, woman." The fighter braced his weight on his arms and looked down at his fiancée. He noted the look of embarrassment in her eyes, and the light pink stain that dusted her cheeks. "What's wrong?"

"Um… how… well…" Nelliel twiddled her thumbs and looked away from Grimmjow. She tried to turn on her side, but Grimmjow's hand halted her movement. Her hazel gaze met his azure one and she chewed her bottom lip, suppressing the trembles before speaking.

Just tell him. Hallibel's voice sounded off in Nelliel's head like an alarm. That's all you have to do.

Gulping hard, the sea-green haired woman spoke with false confidence. "How… how do you feel about… children…? You know… like… if you were to… let's say… become a father…?"

Looking down at her, the teal-haired man creased his blue eyebrows and pressed his lips in a thin line. He fully lifted himself off her and lay on her side. Resting his elbow on his pillow, he cradled his cheek in his palm and said, "Are you subliminally trying ta tell me somethin', Nel? Cos if you are… just say it."

Turing on her side to fully face him, Nelliel huffed, "Fine. You pulled my leg, Grimmjow." Inhaling deeply, she exhaled and spoke. "I'm three weeks pregnant. I found out last week when I went to the clinic because I missed my… monthly friend…" She turned her face away and blushed at the nickname for her period.

Facing her fiancé again, the author continued. "Tomorrow morning I have to select models for the cover of my book, and afterwards I have a radio appearance. Wednesday I scheduled an appointment with my doctor and… and I would like for you to… come…" Nelliel turned her head away from Grimmjow again, but he caught her chin in his hand and made her face him.

"Heh," he gave her his extremely sexy capital S Smirk. Reaching for the hem of her shirt, Grimmjow slid his hand underneath the fabric and massaged her creamy upper thigh, enjoying the feel of the goose pimples that dotted her flesh from his touch. "Everythin' will work itself out. I'm not a punk who'd abandon his responsibilities. You shouldn't even hav' ta worry; I'll be there. Although…" He climbed back on top of her again, and separated her thighs so his hips will fit comfortably in between.

"I should be mad at ya fer keepin' that secret from me… As a matt'r of fact… I'm pissed. And yer gonna get punished…" Grimmjow reached for the backs of Nelliel's knees and separated her legs, lifting them high into the air. "So take it."

"You know…" the author lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor. Her flesh-toned peaks pointed directly at him, the cool air in the bedroom making the sensitive nubs erect. "It's because of your punishments that I'm in this predicament."

Ignoring her, Grimmjow said, "I heard that a woman's breasts get bigg'r when they're pregnant." He lowered his mouth and latched on a hardened nipple, sucking gently, reveling in the baby-voiced coos his fiancée was making.

"That's because they're filled with milk." Nelliel smiled gently and massaged his scalp, enjoying his oral fascination with her mounds.

Switching to the neglected breast, the fighter replied, "Well warn me when it comes ta that, cos I don't wanna taste that shit," before filling his mouth.

Giggling at his words, the author reached underneath them and pulled his dick out of the hole of his boxers. She guided the stiff rod to her slick entry and said, "I get the feeling that when it comes to that, you wouldn't care anyway. Now I have two babies to look after."

Next chapter: Grimmjow enters Nelliel's world.