.:A Baby Girls Heart:. (Grimmjow Love Story)

Chapter One- Prologue

I sat there, arms shaking, staring down at the small device that lay in my hand, mouth gaped open in horror. There was no way it could be possible. I couldn’t be. How would Ulquiorra react?

I sighed silently to myself, standing up in the King’s room, beginning to pace back and forth. 5 years have passed since I met him. 5 years have passed since I knew I loved him. 5 years it took for this to happen.

I heard the jiggling of the door knob turning. My eyes darted to the door as I watched it open, seeing the one most important man of my life step in.

“Ulquiorra…” I mumble, tears blurring my sight.

He watched me carefully, walking towards me, placing his hand over mine and the devise, face blank. “What is it?”

“Nothing.” I say, shaking my head, forcing a smile onto my face, wiping at my eyes.

“Do not lie to me, Mai. I know you better than that. Tell me.”

“I know.” I reply, sighing, leaning my head down, and resting it on our hands. When I began to build some guts, I looked back up at him, pulling my hand away from his, laying the device in his hands.

“What is this?” He asks, looking down at it, seeing the small plus sign on it.

“Ulquiorra, I’m pregnant.” I whimper softly, sniffling softly, staring up at him, waiting for his reaction.

“You are pregnant?” He asks, looking back at me, then down at my stomach.

I reached foreword, grabbed his hand, and put it on my stomach, pushing it against the lower part so he could feel how hard it was already. “Our child is growing there.”

“Our child.” He repeats, crouching down to his knees, releasing the pregnancy test, pushing his hand to my cheek, caressing it softly. “You wish to have this child?”

My eyes drifted back down, looking at his hand on my stomach. “Do you?”

“Anything you are comfortable with, as am I.”

I felt a small smile slip onto my face as I looked back up at him. “Let’s have the child.”

“I may not be a good father.”

“Ulquiorra, I’m sure you didn’t think you would be a good boyfriend. Saying you can’t be a father is an understatement.”

“Is it?”

I nodded my head, feeling his breath hitting my face. “Shall we make a baby room?”

“Can we connect it to ours?” I ask softly.