InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Collected Works ❯ The Good Husband ( Chapter 64 )
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Title: The Good Husband
Author: LuxKen27
Universe: Canon
Genre: Romance (of the fluff variety)
Rating: T
Word Length: 250
Summary: A moment of reflection for brand new parents – and survivors.
Entry for mirsan_fics, Prompt #21 “Noise”
Disclaimer: The Inuyasha concept, story, and characters are copyright Rumiko Takahashi and Viz Media.
A hand stayed her. “I’ll go this time,” her husband whispered. “You deserve the chance to rest.”
“But she probably needs me,” she sighed, laying a hand on her chest. Her breasts were sore to the touch, her body still adjusting to providing milk for two babies instead of one.
“If she does – if they do – I’ll bring them to you,” Miroku promised, before abandoning their cozy shared pallet.
Sango sighed, grateful for the chance to relax again. As much as she enjoyed her new, dual roles as wife and mother, she as still having a tough time adjusting from her previous life and the quest that had dominated it. And, though she had promised her husband ten or twenty children, she certainly never expected to be handling more than one newborn at a time.
She glanced over her shoulder. There was nothing quite as enticing as the sight of her monk-turned-husband cradling one of his daughters in his arms, murmuring soft, sweet words to soothe her. “What did I ever do to deserve you?” she asked softly.
Miroku smiled as he drifted closer to her, lifting the sleeping baby in his arms for a kiss. “I ask myself that same question every day,” he replied.
Author: LuxKen27
Universe: Canon
Genre: Romance (of the fluff variety)
Rating: T
Word Length: 250
Summary: A moment of reflection for brand new parents – and survivors.
Entry for mirsan_fics, Prompt #21 “Noise”
Disclaimer: The Inuyasha concept, story, and characters are copyright Rumiko Takahashi and Viz Media.
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Oh, not again, Sango thought, her eyes cracking open as another wail pierced the night air. She sighed, reluctant to leave her warm cocoon of blankets; she felt as though she’d only just been able to fall back asleep after the last wakeup call.A hand stayed her. “I’ll go this time,” her husband whispered. “You deserve the chance to rest.”
“But she probably needs me,” she sighed, laying a hand on her chest. Her breasts were sore to the touch, her body still adjusting to providing milk for two babies instead of one.
“If she does – if they do – I’ll bring them to you,” Miroku promised, before abandoning their cozy shared pallet.
Sango sighed, grateful for the chance to relax again. As much as she enjoyed her new, dual roles as wife and mother, she as still having a tough time adjusting from her previous life and the quest that had dominated it. And, though she had promised her husband ten or twenty children, she certainly never expected to be handling more than one newborn at a time.
She glanced over her shoulder. There was nothing quite as enticing as the sight of her monk-turned-husband cradling one of his daughters in his arms, murmuring soft, sweet words to soothe her. “What did I ever do to deserve you?” she asked softly.
Miroku smiled as he drifted closer to her, lifting the sleeping baby in his arms for a kiss. “I ask myself that same question every day,” he replied.