Chapter 22

Author's note: This chapter isn't long, but... I like it.

"Does it look right?" Grimmjow looked at the bow on his suit, tilting it to see if it would look better that way.

"Stop messing with it dumbass," Nnoitra scolded as he brushed back his hair into a ponytail. Grimmjow looked at him through the mirror, almost rolling his eyes.

Today was the big day.

He was going to get married to Ichigo after many months of wait. He hadn't expected to ever be tied down to somebody, getting many calls from friends he sent invitations to. He was the Sexta, a sex machine on legs that fucked any man that could walk.

Many thought it was a hoax, but Grimmjow knew it wasn't.

His player days were over.

He wouldn't say he missed it, not because Ichigo would kill him if he did, but because he really didn't. Sure some of his partners blew his mind, but Ichigo went above and beyond that. And not just in bed.

Just most of the time it was in bed.

He also gave him three, beautiful children. They were waiting outside with Ichigo's sisters, probably making a mess like no other.

But, he loved it that way. He loved being a father, loved the old suburban dream. He was still part of a gang despite Ichigo's spite towards it, the life giving him a little bit extra.

"You ruined it," Nnoitra grumbled as he walked over to him, fixing his bow. He was his best man, Ichigo finally saying yes to it a few days before the wedding.

He figured out when he was pregnant with Zack that Nnoitra was the one that killed his friends. He beat him up, Grimmjow having to stop him from shooting him. Ichigo went quiet for a couple of days, scaring Grimmjow who thought he would lose his life.

Ichigo only talked to Shinji who had started dating Nnoitra, and after three weeks, Ichigo forgave Nnoitra.

Grimmjow knew he only forgave him because of Shinji, the lithe blonde having his way with words. Not that he would admit something like that.

"Is my hair alright?" Grimmjow asked, Nnoitra slapping his back with a sneer.

"You're gonna mess it up when you fuck him tonight so shut up."

Grimmjow sighed in exasperation and nerves, looking to the clock.

It was time.

:::+:::

"Shinji I don't know about this." Ichigo stared at the makeup he had put on his face, feeling like there was a bunch of mud on his face. It felt heavy and weird, but it did enhance his looks.

Not that he believed he had any.

"You look beautiful," Shinji told him with a scoff, smearing some lip gloss onto his lips.

"You could take it off after the ceremony," Shinji sighed in defeat after a long moment of silence, Ichigo smirking in relief.

"Thanks for not making me wear a dress," Ichigo whispered, Shinji taping his shoulder when he finished with the lip gloss.

"You will on the honeymoon, I know how you are, Mr. Actor." Ichigo blushed, remembering when Shinji walked in on him in his schoolgirl outfit seducing Grimmjow. He had stopped moving like a statute, Grimmjow yelling at him to close the door.

Shinji cheered after slamming the door closed, Ichigo forever embarrassed.

After Zack though they were more careful, using condoms every time they had sex. The twins, Ayano and Miyuki were eight months now, and Zack was five months, turning six in a couple of weeks.

Grimmjow wanted more, but Ichigo didn't want anymore surprises. Probably in the future, but not now.

"You look beautiful." Ichigo smiled at Shinji's breathy praise, looking at himself in the mirror. He wore a little bit of blush and foundation, lip gloss making his lips shine. It wasn't girly, so Ichigo deemed it worthy to be worn.

It didn't really look like he was wearing much, Ichigo a tad glad about that. He wore a suit just like Grimmjow, Ichigo standing up when Shinji finished with his face and started putting his supplies away.

"I remember when I first saw you. I thought you would be an easy target. Now, I couldn't imagine you gone. Or your three little demons."

Ichigo hugged him, trying not to cry like he so badly wanted to. Hormones seemed to rampage him nowadays, but Ichigo remembered the day Shinji held the gun to his head. But instead of shooting him, he turned it away.

"Come on, it's time"," Shinji urged as he lightly pushed him away.

They exited the room, Ichigo taking in a deep breath.

The day was finally here.

He looked to his father who had been waiting, a wide grin on his face. He had fully only a month ago, his body in good shape again. Ichigo took his hand, his father leading him down the hallway with a slight limp to the doors that would lead him to his fate.

"I'll miss beating you up," his father whispered, Ichigo smirking.

"I'll miss winning in beating you up." The doors were opened Ichigo looking to all the people that came. Grimmjow's backyard was packed, people he knew, and people he didn't know all sitting down in the many seats provided. They all stood when he started walking, Ichigo looking to some of the people he didn't know. He was sure most of them were from Shinji's and Grimmjow's gangs, but even so they seemed to manage to get along.

"Nervous?" His father asked, Ichigo looking to him. He was, nervous to the point he vomited a couple of times. But, he knew everything would be alright.

"I pushed out three kids. You get used to surprises." His father grinned, Ichigo looking up when he saw shocking blue.

Grimmjow stood at the alter, Ichigo relaxing slightly. Grimmjow smirked, Ichigo feeling his chest tighten.

Holy shit.

This was really happening.

He felt like vomiting, yet he was calm, his eyes never leaving Grimmjow's. He heard Ayano gurgle, a smile touching his lips.

He finally reached Grimmjow, grabbing his hand.

"You may be seated."

Everyone sat, Ichigo looking into Grimmjow's eyes.

He made the right choice.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the sight of god, to bind these two in holy matrimony."

Ichigo took in a deep breath, Grimmjow tightening his hand around his.

For a long moment the priest spoke about what a marriage was in the eyes of god, prayed, and spouted a bunch of crap Ichigo was only half paying attention to.

Silent messages he and Grimmjow exchanged, messages of memories, of love, of future annoyance. They were in their own little world, but that seemed just fine.

"The rings."

Ichigo looked to Nnoitra that stood, Ichigo getting his ring from the red pillow and Grimmjow his.

"Grimmjow, please repeat after me."

Grimmjow nodded, his hand shaking a little as he put the ring on Ichigo's finger.

"Repeat what I say.

I Grimmjow take Ichigo to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part."

Grimmjow repeated as clearly as possible, Ichigo smiling as he took his hand.

He put the ring on his finger, Grimmjow gripping his hand lightly.

"Repeat what I say.

I Ichigo take Grimmjow to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part."

Ichigo repeated everything he said, his eyes never leaving Grimmjow's.

"Grimmjow, do you take Ichigo to be your husband? To be loyal to him and only him till death do you part?"

Grimmjow took in a deep breath, Ichigo hoping he wouldn't say no.

"I do."

Ichigo smiled wider, squeezing his hand gently.

"Ichigo, do you take Grimmjow to be your husband? To be loyal to him and only him till death do you part?"

Ichigo didn't even have to think twice.

"I do."

The priest smiled, closing his bible.

"You may kiss the groom."

Grimmjow moved in quicker than Ichigo could breath, Ichigo gasping sharply in surprise when he kissed him. He moaned softly, wrapping his arms around Grimmjow's neck.

He heard everybody cheer, but that didn't matter.

He had an amazing story to tell their kids one day, but for now, there was no ending.

This was only the beginning.

The End!

Author's note: Hoped you all liked reading this story, because I loved writing it!