COMFORT AND WARMTH

A/N: For ginniejazz. She wanted fluffy, non scary Gin.
Pairing: is shot Aizen/Gin.
Fandom: Bleach.
Summery: Gin contemplates the power of the tiny thing in his arms.
Warnings: Fluff, OOC, Mpreg, man breastfeeding. Do not read this. Seriously, it'll squick you out. Especially if you love Gin. I'm just barely weird enough to love this scenario. This is probably the squickiest thing I've written in fandom eyes.
Disclaimer: Not my characters!

It was funny, how at moments like this, stupid, pointless things like ambition, power, and personal desires faded away. The selfish wants just started falling from one's memory, like petals scattered by the wind. It didn't matter who you were, or what you've done, it was nothing in the scheme of things.

He ran a long finger over her head carefully, so wary of harming her. Were they all this tiny and fragile? She weighed just over six pounds, that was almost nothing. And her eyes weren't open, and she couldn't lift her head.

Her skin was so soft, the scalp covered barely by a teeny bit of downy fuzz, already a pale brown, like her sire's...

Gods, she was lovely.

He curled her up against him, and wanted to sleep. Tousen had gone to get Aizen, so as soon as they returned, he would hand her off and rest. It was so lovely, this quiet moment, but then she whined, and his heart jumped; what could she need? She was just an hour old, what could she want a this point? She was clean, dressed, warm...

This was difficult indeed.

He tried to comfort her, rocking her gently, and after another minute, the whining went to full blown tears. He was becoming frantic, he had been trusted by Aizen to bear her, care for her, and to raise her, but here he was unable to figure out how to calm her...

It was entirely frustrating and his heart ached. His stomach twisted, and he really didn't know what to do. Woman were supposed to do this, not men, but Aizen had wanted this... He could kill, deceive, and worse, but he was so uneducated on this matter...

If he was a lesser man he would have cried. Was something so small supposed to be so powerful? A cry had defeated him. This felt so wrong, like he had become some frail woman...

But that didn't matter, she was still upset, and he was struggling.

All of the sudden he felt so odd, like a pins and needles feeling in his chest, as she turned her head pathetically against his chest, her tiny mouth trying to latch on to something.

Was that what she?...

Oh, this was an uncomfortable situation.

When he touched the front of his chest, there was a bit of dampness on the robe. If nothing else, it was worth a try to quiet her. He didn't know if he would handle any more of that unsettling sobbing. It was so disturbing, like his world would break if she wasn't happy.

He opened his robe a bit nervously, and positioned her, and she immediately quieted as she suckled contentedly. Her tiny hands were balled up, and her expression became one of focus, as if she had to work quite hard for her meal. He watched her, and smiled, not his usual one, but something utterly different, solely reserved for her, and in his heart, all of his priorities had changed.

In his heart, she mattered most.

It was funny, how at moments like this, stupid, pointless things like ambition, power, and personal desires faded away. The selfish wants just started falling from one's memory, like petals scattered by the wind. It didn't matter who you were, or what you've done, it was nothing in the scheme of things.

((gets murdered by an angry fangirl sniper for this one))