Masaki was giggling and laughing as she came back to the clinic after her first girl's night out since Ichigo had been born. She was a little drunk, but it had just been so fun to get out of the house without worrying about her baby boy because Isshin had him tonight.

Speaking of which, she found both her boys asleep on the couch.

They're adorable, she thought, wondering where the camera was. It would make a great picture: her husband zonked out on the couch with an arm draped over their one-year-old who was fast asleep on Isshin's chest, little hand fisted in his father's shirt.

"So cute," she sighed at the cuteness before her, a blissful smile on her face. However, the smile didn't last as a thought made its way through her muddled mind.

"Ichigo took the best pillow," she pouted at the sleeping pair. "Isshin's chest is supposed to be my pillow." She loved snuggling up to him, her head on his firm, chiseled chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart and he'd hold her close in those strong arms of his, hands idling stroking her. Definitely the best.

She glared drunkenly at her husband and son, debating the pros and cons of removing Ichigo to take back her hunky pillow, when with a sleepy huff, Isshin shifted on the couch in a way that made just enough room for Masaki to snuggle up against him and use the other half of his chest as her pillow.

What Masaki did not know was that Isshin had been half awake since she first spoke and, catching a good whiff of alcohol, obligingly shifted so she didn't have to try to take "the best pillow" from their son, as her adorably drunken glare had indicated she was considering doing. He also contested that his chest made all that great a pillow, considering her ample bosom was also available. Now that was "the best pillow" if you asked him. Soft and cushy and she'd usually hum and stroke his hair when he got to rest his head there. Definitely the best.

Either way though, she got one thing right, Ichigo always took the best pillow.

Author's Note

Family fluff here. Little kids get all the luck in the world, sleeping wherever they want or just happen to be, so why can't parents be a little jealous of the special treatment? So yep, finding the best (human) pillow.