Pregnant Belly [Sandbox Society]
[Characters]: Abarai Renji and Kuchiki Byakuya.
[Pairing]: ByaRen
[Summary]: What is it with people and touching a pregnant belly?
[Word Count]: 588
[Finished]: 29.October.2009
[Beta]: not beta-read
[Warnings]: AU | Mpreg
[Rating]: PG-13
[Author's Notes]: Found this in my notebook yesterday while looking for space to write something elseXD, it was in pencil and hastily written, polished it up a bit this afternoon. I remember writing it but totally forgot to post it and since I haven't posted anything in a month...^^'' Incidentally there should be an entry to the weekly prompt at shun_uki tomorrow or so. I'm inconstant like that^__^''
other sanbox stories
Disclaimer: Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters © Kubo Tite except for a few original characters product of my imagination.
I am walking down the street heading to the Division’s barracks and have to stop every other step to talk to people I have never seen before or people I merely exchange a few words with in my entire life. And here I stand having to answer absurd questions about my life.
My very private life. They always snicker when mentioning Renji and how you were conceived.
Renji is you father, by the way, the one that gave you to me. That made you possible to exist. I assume he will insist you call him dad or some other ridiculous moniker. I shall be father.
Anyway, the women are the worst, giggling absurdly and wanting to pat my belly. You.
What is it with people and touching a pregnant belly? When have I ever been approachable? When have I ever given off the impression I am amenable to being touched.
Never! That’s when! And especially not now that I have you in me. I Do Not Want To Be Touched!
But do people listen to me? Do people notice my glare? Do they not perceive my exasperation as they try to feel you moving and kicking through my skin? Even Zaraki has tried it. ZARAKI!!!
That Renji does it, I understand; he has something to do with my pregnant belly, something to do with you. But everyone else is just too much. They coo and pet and fuss and ask the most inane of questions and actually expect me to answer them and look happy about it. And have the audacity of saying I am not happy. Of stating I am not happy by the existence of you!
I am overjoyed about it. You. I just do not show it to the world. Renji knows I am happy and he is the only one that needs to know and see it.
I fight a sudden urge to roll my eyes as yet another idiot asks me if she can touch my belly. I deny it. Only Renji is ever allowed to touch my belly. Me. Us. She huffs her disdain and wanders off. Good riddance!
If it is like this now, I do not want to think what it will be like when you are born. Hopefully it is just fascination with the pregnancy. A pregnant man is not seen every day, I concede.
But if not, my child, we will have to move somewhere where people are not so dim-witted and do not turn into cooing idiots at the sight of a child. Slim chance in finding such a place, I know.
Renji is here now. Cooing and talking to you. Well he is allowed. He kisses you and explores the belly, waiting for you to kick. He has an uncanny ability to predict where you will strike next but you aim for the kidneys this time.
The hitch in my breath lets him know where you have hit. He sooths my back with warm hands and chases the pain away. It is a good pain, it means you are - pay no mind to the cliché and bad pun - alive and kicking.
And then the hands run up my spine, stop by my shoulders and down my chest - that will never produce milk but that feels oversensitive and sore - before wandering back to you
He kisses you again and then kisses me. And I am happy.
He knows.
I know.
You know.
That is all that matters.
Goodbye for now, baby. The rest is not for children.
October2009©MarinLiliz
[Pairing]: ByaRen
[Summary]: What is it with people and touching a pregnant belly?
[Word Count]: 588
[Finished]: 29.October.2009
[Beta]: not beta-read
[Warnings]: AU | Mpreg
[Rating]: PG-13
[Author's Notes]: Found this in my notebook yesterday while looking for space to write something elseXD, it was in pencil and hastily written, polished it up a bit this afternoon. I remember writing it but totally forgot to post it and since I haven't posted anything in a month...^^'' Incidentally there should be an entry to the weekly prompt at shun_uki tomorrow or so. I'm inconstant like that^__^''
other sanbox stories
Disclaimer: Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters © Kubo Tite except for a few original characters product of my imagination.
I am walking down the street heading to the Division’s barracks and have to stop every other step to talk to people I have never seen before or people I merely exchange a few words with in my entire life. And here I stand having to answer absurd questions about my life.
My very private life. They always snicker when mentioning Renji and how you were conceived.
Renji is you father, by the way, the one that gave you to me. That made you possible to exist. I assume he will insist you call him dad or some other ridiculous moniker. I shall be father.
Anyway, the women are the worst, giggling absurdly and wanting to pat my belly. You.
What is it with people and touching a pregnant belly? When have I ever been approachable? When have I ever given off the impression I am amenable to being touched.
Never! That’s when! And especially not now that I have you in me. I Do Not Want To Be Touched!
But do people listen to me? Do people notice my glare? Do they not perceive my exasperation as they try to feel you moving and kicking through my skin? Even Zaraki has tried it. ZARAKI!!!
That Renji does it, I understand; he has something to do with my pregnant belly, something to do with you. But everyone else is just too much. They coo and pet and fuss and ask the most inane of questions and actually expect me to answer them and look happy about it. And have the audacity of saying I am not happy. Of stating I am not happy by the existence of you!
I am overjoyed about it. You. I just do not show it to the world. Renji knows I am happy and he is the only one that needs to know and see it.
I fight a sudden urge to roll my eyes as yet another idiot asks me if she can touch my belly. I deny it. Only Renji is ever allowed to touch my belly. Me. Us. She huffs her disdain and wanders off. Good riddance!
If it is like this now, I do not want to think what it will be like when you are born. Hopefully it is just fascination with the pregnancy. A pregnant man is not seen every day, I concede.
But if not, my child, we will have to move somewhere where people are not so dim-witted and do not turn into cooing idiots at the sight of a child. Slim chance in finding such a place, I know.
Renji is here now. Cooing and talking to you. Well he is allowed. He kisses you and explores the belly, waiting for you to kick. He has an uncanny ability to predict where you will strike next but you aim for the kidneys this time.
The hitch in my breath lets him know where you have hit. He sooths my back with warm hands and chases the pain away. It is a good pain, it means you are - pay no mind to the cliché and bad pun - alive and kicking.
And then the hands run up my spine, stop by my shoulders and down my chest - that will never produce milk but that feels oversensitive and sore - before wandering back to you
He kisses you again and then kisses me. And I am happy.
He knows.
I know.
You know.
That is all that matters.
Goodbye for now, baby. The rest is not for children.
October2009©MarinLiliz