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Kurosaki Ichigo loved his wife. Not only was she attractive and beautiful, she was also kind, patient, optimistic, intelligent, and cheery most of the time. Apart from that, she was always so caring that you just had to love her for it.

And strong – she was strong. She couldn't walk away from anything or anybody injured, or miserable. What most people considered as one of her weaknesses, he considered as one of her biggest strengths.

Inoue Orihime – now Kurosaki Orihime – was like a ray of light to him. She was the sun in his life, the star that guided him, his everything.

Now, after ten years of marriage and two lively and extremely cute children they had gotten, Ichigo's love for her had only grown further. It wasn't in his nature, but every day he woke up with her next to him, he silently thanked for the unbelievable luck that was bestowed on him.

Every time he saw her, he just had to smile – for life always seemed so wonderful when she was around. She was his princess, and he would bend over backwards just to make her happy, for she deserved nothing less. He would steal the stars from the sky for her, if she wished for it.

Yes, Ichigo was happy. He leaned back with a lopsided smirk as he sat on his desk, a few blank substitute shinigami reports before him, and watched their two little treasures quarrel about a toy car, before Orihime knelt down between them and arranged the compromise that everyone could have the toy for two minutes, and then they would switch.

Her eyes met his for a moment as she stood up again, and she smiled widely before disappearing into the kitchen.

A shiver ran down his spine, but he forced himself to suppress it, and tried to concentrate on the forms that waited to be filled with his messy handwriting.

Half an hour later, the dreaded moment arrived.

"Dinner's ready!" Orihime's voice resounded from the kitchen, and Ichigo froze.

"Yaaay!" the children shouted, and threw away the toy car to hurry towards the table.

Ichigo sighed.

"What's for dinner, mummy?"

"Stuffed melons with mushrooms, jam and pumpkin!"

Ichigo's head slumped onto the tabletop. "Oh my …" he muttered quietly. He reminded himself to hurry with the paperwork, to be able to cook next time.

Yes, Kurosaki Ichigo loved his wife, and she was the most important person in his life.

But her cooking didn't get any less scary, even after ten years of marriage.