The longer his ear stayed pressed against Milanaâs bump, the more signs of foreign entity growing inside he was able to catch. First only occassional movements and some weird bubbling noises, now, when focused enough, he could feel something else too â a wavering aura of reiatsu, hovering over the skin. Sensing spiritual energy never was his forte, yet in this very moment he was absolutely sure heâs feeling exactly that: the reiatsu of his baby.
Maybe because it was somewhat similar to his own�
His palm slowly wandered across the round belly, stroking it with care. He didnât know why heâs doing that. Was he expecting some kind of response from that pink jellybean? Hell, he wasnât even sure if itâs able to feel his touch, not to mention recognize him, yet it felt like a right thing to do. When had a choice, heâd let himself be led by instincts rather than rational reasoning, as latter tended to be often ridden with mistakes â so he listened to the first.
No matter how much trust did he place in his instincts, a certain emotional dissonance didnât want to leave him. Maybe it was simply confusion, as he never had to deal with baby, his at that, being born, but this strange feeling was distrubing him for a good while.
In the teeth of all conscious reasoning he was finding it hard, or awkward at least, to think about the baby as an actual person. It was just⌠it. Parasitic worm of endless appetite, growing inside his beloved woman and battening on her until, not possible to be sated by her anymore, will break free and break her apaâ
Nope, heâs not going to look at this.
Sooner or later parasite was going to leave its host though â and it was his parasite too, so he would need to love it. How does one ever handle such? How to understand what the hell does it want? Not that he didnât have a yellow clue about kids, there was Yachiru after all â but Yachiru was older. What if parasite will want from him something he wonât be able to giveâŚ?
He simply didnât know what to expect from it.
A soft sigh escaped him at Milanaâs gentle caress. He closed eye and planted ear against her stomach once again. By a while there was nothing. Not a sign given by the little creature, as though it tried to hide from him â a startled animal in its pit. Then, with hesitation at first, a wave of reiatsu dashed against his cheek. Kenpachis eyebrows lifted a bit. Did it recognize himâŚ?
Far more adapt in reading what was so foreign to him ( how hard it may be, with having so much spiritual pressure, to recognize some as simple as their childâs ? ). The changes in them both, only served for her to smile. It was like it was for her: a child to grow inside of her, a child from a man she dearly loved ( and never thought it would be possible before ). And yet to watch him, carefully engaging with what was to be seen as unknown to him, it was enough to smile even wider - just a bit, as Kenpachi could not see.
Amusing and endearing of a picture, when hand to brush away the long and nearly umkempt strands, to make it easier for him to simply listen without being disturbed by own mass of hair. To gather and garner ( relish in ) reaction of the little being to grow and created from them both.Â
The little wave and dash of reiatsu from inside, Milana had felt it quite often before. Ever so often since the small baby just grew over the time, was it, nevertheless, something to just startle him for a moment. Prideful warrior and leader of the eleventh division, he seemed just a bit lost of what to do with such knowledge as this one here. Such knowledge that there had been something created ( not destroyed ) by him, something that would live, breath and grow - love him for the perfect father he would just be.Â
Just as much, the female Shinigami loved this thought - yet no need to speak it out.
And there, likely and surely, Milana had mentioned the thing that would bring up quite a bit of thought ( yet having some ideas by herself already ). It was Kenpachiâs child, so if at all, the little woman would desire to hear his notions - if he had any. It brought up a reminder of the fact that the taking up of names for their beloved pets, had either fallen onto randomness, coincidence, or on her side. And all that just served for wonder if, by now and at all, the captain would be able to find one for their own daughter.
A mild tease, nothing more - as a few were already present, but the gently spoken sentence might draw him out of langurous thoughts and listening to the little being growing and moving inside her, as if communicating with her papa just like she would likely do it later. âI can tell you the ideas I have, but I wondered if you might have some of your own~â
