InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Brief Moments ❯ Just Enough ( Chapter 14 )

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Just Enough


InuYasha wrapped his arms gently around his wife. It was late afternoon, and they stood on the verandah of their house, a laundry basket full of clean clothes at her feet.

She rested her forehead against his cheek.  Her body was tense, like a trap ready to spring, and he could sense the tension in her, a mix of fatigue, anger, and frustration.

“I’m so glad you got back early,” she said.

He kissed her forehead, and let his right arm move down her back in soothing sweeps.“The old woman’s roof went up a lot faster than we thought,” he said.  “Most of it was all right.  Tameo thought we might have to fix more of it, but we didn’t.  Where’s Atae?”

“Sleeping, finally,” she said.

“He give you a hard time today?” He lifted her chin up with one gentle finger.

“Chewed through my cooking chopsticks, and started working on one of my pot lids before I noticed,” she said.  InuYasha could tell he was in for a whole catalogue of their son’s sins.  For a child only a year old, Atae was showing quite a knack for chewing and toddling where he was not supposed to go.

“He smeared mud on the sheets that I had just washed,” she continued, “And somehow he pulled down my thread box.  I heard a bang and when I turned around, he had silk thread all wrapped around his head and hands.  And in his mouth.  And he wouldn’t take a nap.  It took all afternoon to get him to lay down and sleep.”

“Seems like Atae’s not the only one who needs a nap,” InuYasha said.

“But it’s time to cook dinner.”  Kagome leaned against him.  “I haven’t even started the rice yet.”

“You nap, I’ll start dinner,” he said.

She pulled back and looked at him.

“What,” he said.  “You don’t think I can cook?  Who do you think fed me all those years?”

Not quite sure if she believed him, she let him lead her into the house.

When she awoke, the house smelled delicious.  Atae was sitting in InuYasha’s lap, chewing on something that was not one of her cooking tools, looking like a puppy-eared angel.

“Ready to eat?” InuYasha asked.

Dinner was only roast rabbit and pickles.  Somehow, after a such an overwhelming day, Kagome decided that was just enough.