Baby Care Package (Bleach Fanfic)

Teething

Time passes, without anyone realizing what is going on. Even with a few other visits, the fact that they were far and few between, meant that Ichimaru missed things, he would rather not miss out on. Then again, what kind of price was that, as Matsumoto had no way of seeing the small child herself, and never got the chance to hold

He peeked around the corner of the doorway, and could see his mother, sitting in the middle of the floor, a small, white haired infant, with bright, teal eyes, smiling at her, as she held him in a sitting position. The small child opened his mouth, but no sound came out. The old woman spoke up, not looking at the door. "I know you're there Gin."

"Ahh... good evening!" The youth stepped in, and made a quick bow. "Stinky's gotten big."

"Toshiro..." the woman corrected, "happens to not be stinky right now, thank you. Come here."

"Hai," Ichimaru moved across the floor, and sat on the other side of the child. A small whimper came out of the child's mouth. Gin couldn't help but open one eye. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No..." the old woman chuckled. "Toshiro is teething."

"Teething, what's that?" The silver haired youth picked up the child, which was between three and four months in age equivalently. He ran a finger into the babies mouth, gently.

"I wouldn't do that," the grandmother shook her head, just as the child chomped down. Ichimaru let out a sharp yelp, pulling his fingers away.

"All he's got is gums. How can he bite so hard!" the youth muttered, irritation written on his face. There was a gurgling sound, as a small baby hand reached for his fingers.

"He's biting, because his teeth are coming in. It's like when you lost your baby teeth, and big ones grew in. Except these are his baby teeth that are coming in," the woman stated. "He's trying to chew on things, because it hurts."

At this, Gin cocked the infant in his arms, and began to fiddle around in a small pouch. He pulled out a leathery piece of fruit. "Try this. It makes a nice, summer treat, dried persimmons does."

The old woman let out a chuckle. "So, that is what you brought this time? It's better then another rattle. We have three now."

"No..." Gin muttered, pulling a soft cloth out from inside his clothing. "I brought a baby blanket. Does that make you feel better?"

"Seems that it does," the woman laughed, taking the soft blanket, and touching it to the infants cheek.