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“Gin! It’s time for breakfast!” Ichigo called as he set the large plate of pancakes on the table, “Sou, could you grab Ulqui?”
“Mama! Mama!” a small silver haired child with a bushy white fox-tail and small pointed fox ears cried, running straight into the kitchen, dressed in an oversized grey t-shirt and some soft pajama pants that were light blue decorated with a tiny brown paw print pattern. He was only about five years old, but already as mischievous, conniving, and childishly intelligent as his father. “Papa’s gonna eat me!” he giggled, going up to tug on the nondescript white apron tied around Ichigo’s waist, grinning up at his mother.
Ichigo smiled, and bent down to pick up the child, hugging him tightly, “Why is that, Gin?”
“Because, he hid my badge again, the little fox.” The familiar voice of his husband, Aizen Sousuke, said as he came into the room, carrying a sleepy-looking three year old Ulquiorra on his shoulder.
The younger child had shoulder length black hair and brilliant emerald green eyes, and possessed small bat-like wings on his small back, accompanied by a thin tail that ended in a little tuft of fur. He was dressed in matching dark green pajamas with yellow stars splashed across the soft cloth. He was apparently dozing lightly against his father’s shoulder.
Aizen himself was dressed in his usual black suit with the dark violet dress shirt and white silk tie. He came up to his wife and gave him a good-morning kiss. “Good morning, my love. You’re looking lovely, as usual.”
Ichigo smiled again, and would have said something nice in return, except that Gin was busy trying to squirm his way out of the red-head’s grasp, and almost succeeded in causing himself to fall headfirst out of Ichigo’s arms, except his mother tightened his hold on the child at the last second.
“Gin, stop that!” the orangette scolded lightly. “Put me down, Mama! I wan’ pancakes!” Gin retorted, his tail waving with excitement. Ichigo sighed and let the child down, where he scampered over to the table and climbed into his customary chair, sliding into the booster seat that allowed him to be at a height equal to that of his parents as he ate, which gave him a great sense of satisfaction.
Aizen laughed softly at the spectacle, causing Ichigo to roll his eyes at his husband, before coming up to him and taking Ulquiorra from him. “G’morning, sweetheart.” He purred. Ulquiorra just wrapped his tiny hands up in Ichigo’s black shirt, snuggling his face into the pale neck in front of him, not awake enough to want to say anything, but awake enough to remember not to dig his bitty claws into his mother’s shoulders.
“He’s still tired. His cold kept him up last night, poor thing.” Sousuke murmured, running a large hand over his youngest child’s dark hair. “Maybe we should take him to see Unohana.”
“It’s just a cold, Sou, he’ll be fine. He just needs to sleep some more, and maybe take a little medicine. You worry too much.” Ichigo answered, just as softly.
Sousuke shrugged, and planted a kiss on Ichigo’s cheek, “Can’t help it. I just love the three of you so much.”
"And we love you dearly in return. Gin doesn't want you to be gone so often, that's why he's taken to hiding your badge." Ichigo responded, responding in kind to the other's gesture of affection, while petting Ulquiorra's dark hair. "Come on, I know where Gin hid it, but you have to eat before you go."
Aizen smiled and responded with "Very well, my dear Ichigo." Still chuckling slightly, he walked over and sat down where he normally did, ruffling his silver haired son's hair affectionately, mindful to be gentle with the little one's sensitive ears. The pancakes were light, fluffy and utterly delicious, a fact that both father and sons agreed upon heartily.
Ulquiorra was gently fed by his mother, Ichigo patiently waiting for the sick child to eat his food at his own pace. Once Sousuke finished up his breakfast and collected his and the now vibrating with energy Gin's plates (rinsing them and placing them into the dishwasher), he and the older child played outside for a few minutes, the powerful sorcerer being able to stay for a little while longer before going off to work.
When the duo came inside once again, Ichigo and Ulquiorra had finished eating breakfast and the dark haired child was very sweetly trying to help his mother put the leftover food away. "Ulqui, could you get Gin's lunch from the fridge and put it in his backpack for mommy?" Ichigo asked as he neatly took the much smaller stack of pancakes from the determined little demon, as it needed to get covered before it went in. His son nodded, grabbing the brightly colored lunchbox and water bottle (as well as an extra cupcake to share with his older brother before he left for kindergarten) from the fridge and going over to the silverette's dark blue and green backpack, placing the food items in the cloth bag. "Did you enjoy playing with your papa, Gin?" the long haired orangette called out, a smile on his face.
Gin nodded, a big grin on his face as he moved over to where his little brother was, hopeful that the other wasn't as sick as he had been yesterday, that had been kinda scary, to come home and hearing the sneezes and coughs of his baby brother. But mama said that he would be better in a couple of days, so things were going to be okay. He whispered to his little brother "Here, I'll split it this time, and you get to choose which piece you want."
"And what are you two doing?" Aizen asked, a touch of mischief in his voice as he floated over towards them, guessing that the younger boy had nabbed one of the delicious confections that their mother had been baking for most of the weekend, when she hadn't been playing with one or all of them.
"Ssshhh, Papa! We don't have anything!" Gin lied, as he hurriedly hid the treat behind his back.
"You have frosting on your nose." Sousuke countered with a warm smile, taking the mix of sugar and butter off of the aforementioned spot, and licking it off of his thumb "Hmm... From one of those exquisite cakes that your mother made... if you two share a bit with me, I'll let you keep the rest." he promised with a wink. They gave him a handful each from their halves, and began nibbling on their parts of the treat.
Soon enough, it was time for Sousuke to go to work, and Gin to go to kindergarten. Ichigo was holding Ulquiorra once more, as the child was starting to run a minor fever again, and wanted to be held. Sousuke kissed his wife languidly, making sure to leave the orangette slightly breathless, and then kissed his dark haired child’s overly warm forehead. “Go to sleep, Ulqui. Let mama take care of you.” Ulquiorra’s emerald eyes blinked at him, bright with fever, and he gave the faintest of nods. “Bye, Papa.” He whispered.
Sousuke smiled and ruffled the child’s hair. “Bye bye, little one.” He murmured. Gin danced boisterously around his mother’s legs, until Ichigo caught him in a one armed hug with his hand on Gin’s back, pressing him against his waist, due to the fact that he was holding Ulquiorra with his other arm. Gin snuggled into his leg, “Love ya, Mama!” he declared, showing a bit of his intense ice blue eyes. Ichigo also smiled, “I love you too, Gin. Be a good boy for Inoue-sensei, okay?”
“Okay! Bye-bye, Mama!” the silver-haired child chirped. Aizen and Ichigo’s eyes met again, “Have a good day, Sou. Try not to come home too late.” The orangette said affectionately. Aizen chuckled softly, “With Ulquiorra being sick, and Gin being extra playful today, you can be sure I’ll be home before five today. Is that acceptable?”
“Very much so. I’ll see you then. Bye, Sou.” Ichigo replied, equally as quiet. Aizen gave his wife another quick kiss, “Goodbye, my love.” With that he herded their young son out to the black Mercedes parked in the driveway, and helped the boy in before climbing in himself and driving away.