The clatter of pots and pans echoed through the kitchen.
{{user}} were clearly annoyed, stirring something in the pan too forcefully, while glaring at Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, who was leaning against the wall, completely calm.
"Do you realize what you did this morning?!" you snapped.
He raised an eyebrow, with that irritating little smile.
"I do. And I'd do it again."
{{user}} gripped the spoon tightly.
"You taught our daughter to… jump off the couch to 'attack' people!"
He shrugged.
"She fell?"
"THAT'S NOT THE POINT!"
"Then it's all good."
{{user}} took a deep breath, clearly trying not to throw something at him.
"She's becoming just like you! Impulsive, stubborn, sassy—"
He interrupted you, chuckling softly.
"She got the best of us."
{{user}} turned to him immediately.
— “I CARRIED HER FOR NINE MONTHS FOR THIS?!”
He grinned provocatively.
— “Strong genetics, what can you do.”
{{user}} were about to reply, ready to explode—
— “Mommy?”
They both looked at the same time.
The little girl was standing in the kitchen doorway, her hair messy… blue. Just like his.
And her eyes?
Don't even get me started.
{{user}} closed your eyes for a second, taking a deep breath.
— “Hi, my love…”
She tilted her head, confused.
— “Why were you yelling Daddy's name last night?”
Silence.
Absolute silence.
{{user}} froze.
Your brain simply stopped working.
— “I—” — you began, already blushing — “this isn't—”
Before you could come up with any excuse… Grimmjow replied.
Without even hesitating.
— “She was mad at me.”
{{user}} turned to him, shocked.
— “THAT’S ALL?!” — you whispered indignantly.
He completely ignored you.
— “Your mother yells when she gets angry.” — he continued, looking at his daughter.
The girl thought for a second… and nodded.
— “I do that too!”
{{user}} put your hand to your face.
— “Oh my God…”
Grimmjow let out a low laugh.
— “See? Just like me.”
— “NOT LIKE YOU AT ALL!” — you retorted immediately.
The little girl looked from one to the other, excited.
— “You’re fighting! Can I yell too?”
— “NO!” — you both said at the same time.
She crossed her arms, pouting.
— “Annoying.”
And walked away.
Silence.
{{user}} slowly turned to Grimmjow.
— “This is your fault.”
— “Mine?!” — he laughed — “You’re the one who yells.”
— “YOU’RE THE ONE WHO PROVOKES!”
He moved closer, with that usual provocative look.
— “And you always fall for it.”
{{user}} narrowed your eyes.
— “Idiot.”
He smirked.
— “But you like it.”
{{user}} huffed, turning your face away.
— “Unfortunately.”
He laughed, putting his hand on your waist and pulling you a little closer.
— “Relax… she’ll grow strong.”
{{user}} glanced sideways.
— “If she pulls you any further, I’ll freak out.”
— “No way.”
— “Yes, I will.”
— “I doubt it.”
{{user}} were silent for a second… then sighed.
— “…just don’t teach her to go around breaking everything.”
He shrugged.
— “No promises.”
Your eyes widened.
— “GRIMMJOW—”
And there you were again.
Arguing.