Chapter 7

Dead End

Orihime woke up with a grinning Daisuke poking her face. She looked up in wonder at her bubbly seven-year-old son and smiled back, faintly wondering why he looked so much like his father and can still act like her when she was a teen.

"Morning," she whispered, playfully nudging her son to get off her and leaning her back towards him.

Daisuke moaned and shook her shoulder. "Mommy! Wake up!"

Orihime groaned. "Why?"

"There's this weird man in our living room with a girl," he replied.

Orihime sat bolt upright. "Daisuke! Didn't I tell toi not to let strange people in our house?!"

Daisuke...