Orihime woke up with a smile on her face. She watched his sleeping form beside her. She traced her hands gently around his jaw line.

"Hime, what are you doing?" He said with one eye open.

"Ichi-Kun, I thought you were still sleep?" Orihime asked curiously.

"I'm a light sleeper. Anything could wake me up."

"I'm sorry."

She squeaked when he pulled her body on top of his. "Stop apologizing." A scowl was set on his face. He squeezed her soft bottom with both hands. Ichigo thrust his hips upward against her core. "You need to fix this problem first. It is your fault after all." She moaned when his erected member brushed against her sex once again. The gentle beauty spread her legs apart placing her legs around his hips. She slowly slid his manhood inside her. Her thrust started out slow and steady.

"Mmm. Orihime that feels so good." He groaned in pleasure, palming her ass tighter in his hands.

"Oh, Ichigo." Orihime quickened her pace. Her bountiful breast bounced with every thrust. She moaned loudly.

"FUCK." Ichigo shouted. He unconsciously pressed himself upward to go deeper. "Shit. Harder . . . Hime." The man hissed.

She ground into him harder and faster. The couple's breathing became more ragged each moment. Screams, moans and the sound of the bed creaking filled the room. They didn't care how loud they were. Even when the neighbors complained about the noise.

"I'm going to-" She soon climaxed the same time as her lover. Her body fell limply on his once the waves of her orgasm stopped.

"Orihime. I'd like nothing more than to stay in bed with you all day. But, we have to go somewhere today." He said while running his fingers through her hair. Her head laid across his chest.

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OXO

The couple went around town walking hand and hand. Every few minutes he'd stop to kiss his new girlfriend. To be honest he just wanted to show off his beautiful new lover. He wanted everyone to know that they were together.

"You want to stop by for some ice cream?" He asked her.

"Um hmm."

They went to the nearest ice cream parlor that was near a park.

"What would you like to order?" The lady behind the counter asked them.

"I would like strawberry and pistachio nut ice cream." The healer ordered.

"And chocolate for me." He answered. He paid for the ice cream before leaving with Orihime.

"You didn't have to pay for mine too."

"Don't be silly, Hime. I wanted to."

"Oh, no!" She whined when her ice cream cone fell to the ground. "I didn't even get to taste the pistachio yet."

Kurosaki laughed lightly. He handed over the rest of his to her.

"Are you sure?"

"No problem. I was getting tired of it anyway."

She ate the frozen treat quickly. Ichigo was amazed at how fast she eats the things she love. He leaned in for another kiss.

"Hey, Ichigo." A voice called out.

"Chad?" He turned around to face him. "What are you doing here?" The blonde asked nervously.

"Hi, Sado-Kun"

"Hi, Inoue. What are you two doing here? I thought you were married to Rukia?"

"She went back to the Soul Society. We're no longer married. I'm with Hime now. Isn't that great?"

"Yes it is."

"I see. So, my suspicions were correct then." Uryu stated confidently.

"Where the hell did you come from?" Ichigo half yelled.

"We called both of you to see if you wanted to go to lunch with us. But, no one answered the phone. I sensed your spiritual pressure nearby and convinced the rest of the gang to follow you to see what you were up to."

"You all followed us here?" Inoue asked.

Keigo, Mizuiro and Tatsuki came out of hiding.

"Tatsuki-Chan, Asano-Kun and Kojima-Kun."

"That still doesn't explain how you knew Me and Rukia wasn't together anymore."

"That was simple. Her spiritual energy was no where to be found. She would return home for only one reason."

"Orihime, why didn't you tell me about this first?" Arisawa chastised.

"I'm glad that you two are finally together." Mizuiro said.

"Yeah. It actually is. Inoue-Chan, I'm ready to let you go." Keigo stated playfully.

"YOU NEVER HAD HER IN THE FIRST PLACE YOU MORON." Ichigo shouted irritably.

"Ichigo why'd you have to be so mean?"

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"Are you ready?" He asked nervously gripping her hand tightly.

"Yes I Am."

There they stood right outside the Kurosaki Clinic. He sighed in frustration before ringing the doorbell secretly hoping one of his sisters open the door instead of his insane dad. The door opened slowly.

"Hi, brother. Inoue-San? Where's -" Yuzu looked a bit confused.

"I'll tell you all about it a little later."

The couple walked in hand in hand.

"I'll go make some tea." The blonde haired girl said as she walked in the kitchen.

"Ichigo, Inoue?" Karin greeted with the same expression as her twin sister.

"Hello. Karin-Chan."

"What are you doing here without my daughter in law? Is Inoue-Chan your mistress?" Isshin asked seriously.

"HELL NO. ORIHIME DESERVES BETTER THAN THAT." The orange haired guy yelled. "And, besides . . ."

"I'm just messing with you. I know everything." His father laughed.

Ichigo began choking his dad. Orihime tried to stop him. "Ichigo-Kun, you shouldn't choke your father. You can really hurt him.

"Don't worry. These two idiots always fight like this." The brunette replied calmly.

"The tea is ready." Yuzu called out. She place the tray on the coffee table. Everybody sat down on the couch.

"How's my future daughter in law doing?"

The gentle healer blushed. "I'm doing fine. How about you Kurosaki-San?"

"Call me dad from now on."

Two months later

Orihime moved in with Ichigo since then. The couple lived happily in the two bedroom apartment.

"Ichigo-Kun?" She called out from the bathroom.

"What is it, Hime?" He asked half heartedly slouched over the couch watching TV.

"I'm pregnant." She beamed happily.

And the white sun shined again.

XOXO

A/N: Thanks Magdalena88 for your review on the last chapter. And, to everyone else who followed and faved this story and add me to your author's alert list. I really appreciate all the support.

I added a little more lemon in this chapter. I really need to practice writing them more. This is the end. I hope you enjoyed reading this story.