The house was silent… too silent.

{{user}} were sitting on the sofa, one hand resting on your still-small belly, breathing deeply, trying to stay calm.

But then

CRASH!

{{user}} closed your eyes, already knowing.

“GRIMMJOW!” your voice echoed through the house.

On the other side, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez appeared as if nothing had happened, with that usual irritating look and a slight smirk.

“What is it now, woman?”

{{user}} stood up slowly, crossing your arms.

“You just broke the table.”

He shrugged.

“It was in the way.”

“The table was in the way?!” you repeated, incredulous.

He approached, clearly without the slightest remorse.

“If she couldn’t handle it, that’s her problem.”

{{user}} took a deep breath, placing your hand on your forehead.

— “I’m pregnant, Grimmjow. PREGNANT. I can’t keep dealing with you destroying everything!”

He rolled his eyes.

— “And I can’t stop being who I am.”

— “You could try!” you retorted immediately.

Silence.

The atmosphere grew heavy.

He narrowed his eyes, moving closer, standing right in front of you.

— “Are you ordering me around now?”

{{user}} raised your chin, even though you felt your heart racing.

— “I’m telling you to stop acting like an animal!”

For a second… it felt like he was going to explode.

But then—

He looked at your belly.

And fell silent.

That caught you off guard.

Grimmjow clicked his tongue, looking away.

— “Tsk… whatever.”

{{user}} frowned.

— “Whatever nothing.”

He huffed, running a hand through his messy blue hair.

"I'm not going to break things around you."

{{user}} blinked, surprised.

"Seriously?"

"Don't bother me." he replied dryly, but without looking at you.

A small smile escaped his lips.

{{user}} moved closer, grabbing his arm.

"See? You can manage not to be unbearable."

At that moment he pulled you by the waist, bringing you forcefully against him.

"Don't exaggerate."

"Ow!" you complained. "Carefully!"

He froze.

Literally.

"...sorry." he murmured, almost inaudibly.

{{user}} widened your eyes.

"You... apologized?"

He growled softly.

"If you tell anyone, I'll kill you."

{{user}} let out a little laugh, resting your forehead against his chest.

— “Okay, big guy.”

He was silent for a few seconds… but he didn’t let go of you.

On the contrary, his arm tightened slightly around your waist, now carefully.

— “…this little brat here,” he said, still awkwardly — “better be strong.”

{{user}} smiled, looking at him.

— “He’ll take after his father then.”

He gave a half-arrogant smile.

— “Obviously.”

{{user}} rolled your eyes, laughing.

— “Conceited.”

— “Realistic.”