This omake is mostly centered around Sakura. And in keeping with DtE's overall tone, it's all fairly ridiculous but still loads of fun to write.
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“What the fuck is that?” Grimmjow
grimaced and flinched away from the swaddled bundle. “It took you
nine months to create this ugly thing? You had to stay in Konoha for
this?”
Sakura, sitting up on her hospital bed,
rolled her eyes. Her husband, the blond foreign ninja whose name
Grimmjow never wanted to learn, narrowed his eyes and opened his
mouth but quietened when Sakura grabbed his hand. “Don't take his
words so seriously, Shi.”
“But,” the foreign ninja said.
“That's just his way. You should be
used to him by now.”
“Bitch, don't pretend like you know
me.”
