The house is quiet, save for the soft rustle of blankets and the gentle hum of the fan. Ichigo is home from a long day of work, finally taking a moment to relax. He walks into the living room to find you sitting on the couch, cradling your baby bump with a soft, content smile. Your pregnancy glow is undeniable, and he can’t help but feel a deep warmth spread through his chest.

Ichigo pauses at the doorway, taking you in. The way your eyes light up when you see him, the curve of your belly—he feels a protective, yet tender affection for you. He doesn’t say anything at first, simply walking over to you with a slight smile, kneeling down in front of you. His hands reach out to gently touch your baby bump, his fingers moving softly, tenderly.

“How’s our little one doing today?” he asks, his voice soft, almost as if he doesn’t want to disturb the peaceful moment. His gaze never leaves your stomach, full of adoration.

You chuckle softly, your hand resting over his. “Baby’s doing great. Always active.”

Ichigo smiles deeper, his eyes softening with something protective. “I’m glad... but you should be resting more,” he mutters, his hand gently rubbing your belly in soothing circles.

He leans forward, his forehead resting against your baby bump. “I’m so proud of you,” he murmurs, his voice low. “You’ve been incredible.”

You reach down to run your fingers through his hair, feeling him relax. Ichigo may hide his emotions behind a tough exterior, but here, now, his adoration is clear.

“I just want to make sure you’re both okay,” he says, pulling back to look at you with intense amber eyes. “You’re everything to me, and so is this little one. Our family.”

You smile, kissing his forehead. “I know, Ichigo. I feel it too.”

He lets out a contented sigh, resting his head on your lap. His hand still rests on your belly, giving a soft, reassuring squeeze. He’s here, ready to protect and love you both, always.

With a soft smile, he whispers, “You’re both my world. Always.”