InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hello Daddy! ❯ Almost Said ( Chapter 2 )

Hello Daddy!

 

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha. All rights Belong to Rumiko Takahashi.

 

 

A/N: AU. Wow! I swear my email was flooded with all of your love! I nearly passed out with happiness. I've never seen so many emails in my life. ^_^. You have made me a happy girl. Really happy! So in return, here is the much awaited chapter! School is finally over for the year. Thank the lord! And I think I'm going to take a break from my other story, at least until I'm done writing this story. Now, I wonder just how many death lists I've just put myself on, but I really want to finish this story. Small lime warning and thanks so much for your support!

 

 

Chapter 2 - Almost Said

 

 

Kagome felt the warmth of his lips placate her own. She knew she never should have given in to his touch, but the shock of seeing him after her abrupt disappearance years ago had her crumbling. Inuyasha was inviting, passionate, and comfortable as he held her close. How long had she dreamt of him touching her like this again? Didn't she promise herself she'd never see him again and keep him from taking on a burden he wasn't ready for?

 

 

Ignoring the voice beckoning her to flee, her hands reached around his neck, rubbing the base of his soft ears. An instant feeling of gratification shot through her body when she felt him moan into her mouth. She wanted to push him away, really she did, but his warmth, her body missed it.

 

 

Lost in their passion, Kagome heard a familiar sneeze and excuse me that followed after. Abruptly pulling away from the heated hanyou who reluctantly let go, Kagome cleared her throat. Face flushed without shame, she took a much needed breath as her male companion followed suit. Both adults, swallowed hard aware of what had just passed between them.

 

 

Cocking her head to the side, Kagome saw her son with one hand covering his closed lids while the other one rubbed the little red nose and sniffle that thankfully broke the heated kiss. Keishi's innocent gesture to give her and Inuyasha some privacy was priceless. Coughing out her embarrassment, she bent down to her son.

 

 

“Sorry Keishi,” Kagome voiced out, as one of his little golden eyes popped open, “Mama was… having grown up talk with that man,” she pointed in Inuyasha's direction. She didn't miss Inuyasha's angry grunt.

 

 

“Grown up talk my ass,” Inuyasha scoffed, a little irritated by how she categorized his affection. After all those years, she still had that tongue of hers that got on his nerves.

 

 

“Language Inuyasha,” Kagome emphasized as she picked up her boy. Before she could even lift him up, Inuyasha had taken the chance to scoop the small child into his large arms while giving him a high toss into the air.

 

 

Kagome's mouth dropped as well as her heart. She watched her son squeal in delight as he flew ten feet over their heads and back into Inuyasha's arms. Slowly, her hands fisted at her sides.

 

 

“Inuyasha! You put him down this instant!” Kagome shouted. If there was any trace of kindness she showered him with in their kiss, it no longer was there.

 

 

With heavy motions, she stomped up to him and forcefully grabbed her son. There was no way she was going to let Keishi get near Inuyasha after that act. Her precious son that she loved more than her life could have died that moment, perhaps she was exaggerating too much.

 

 

“Calm down Wench! It ain't his first time!” Inuyasha argued, trying to recover his bruised ego seeming as she couldn't trust him with her pup.

 

 

“And how many times did you throw him before?” Kagome questioned eyes wide with anger. This only caused her to clutch more tightly on her only child. Did Inuyasha not already know her wrath?

 

 

“Look, it's not wha -” Inuyasha tried to explain, but she didn't pay the least attention and stalked to her home with Keishi strapped to her side.

 

 

“Kagome! Wait! Listen to me!” He ran, barely making it to the door before she slammed it shut.

 

 

“I don't want to hear about it Inuyasha!” she barked, threatening to smash the door in his face, “About what happened earlier, it was a mistake okay! Just leave us alone!” With that said, she shut the large wooden door leaving a sharp rattle.

 

 

On reflex, Inuyasha slammed his fists against her door hoping she'd open up.

 

 

“Kagome!” His own pathetic voice echoed in his ears. Damn, way to screw up! He cursed himself. If her stubborn attitude was still the same, he knew she'd never open the door for him without a good reason. And apparently, he couldn't think of one.

 

 

Running his clawed hand through his thick silky mane, Inuyasha settled on the door step resting his head against the coldness of the frame. Damn, and he thought his day was going great. He never imagined he'd see her ever. Rubbing his tired eyes, Inuyasha took a few breaths to calm his racing thoughts. How the hell did he manage to snag a kiss out of her then get kicked out of her home? Plus the fact he was sitting outside her house looking like the loser he was feeling. Those years of her absence up to today, Inuyasha never realized how much he missed her. He wanted to talk to her about so many things but had accidently rushed into kissing her. Touching his lips, Inuyasha relished in the sensation he felt with her lips against his because he was sure he'd never have the opportunity to do so again.

 

 

Could my day get any worse? Inuyasha cringed at the thought and if the God's had ears, they answered him with cold pouring rain.

 

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Keishi watched as his mother shut the door on the first man he ever let touch his ears. To Inu-hanyou, ears were a serious thing. It was a show of true acceptance, not that he didn't love his grandma and Uncle Souta as much as his mom, but he'd ever only let his true parents touch them, but Mr. Something wasn't his parent, was he?

 

 

He didn't budge from the door as his mama took off her shoes, ignoring the multiple knocks and began to unlace his own, but stopped midway when she noticed his attire.

 

 

“Keishi honey, why are you wearing a big boy shirt?” Kagome inquired, trying to pry off the large white shirt, but he fought back to keep it on, something he rarely ever did.

 

 

“No mama! Mr. Something give me it! My shirt!” he shouted, hugging his ribs tight to keep her from taking it from him. Kagome was speechless. Mr. Something, as in Inuyasha? She frowned.

 

 

“Keishi,” she began, “That is Mr. Something's shirt. Not something you should wear. You should wear your own clothes, now come on you're going to get sick.” She reached her hands out to his sides, but he stepped back until he bumped the wall, not letting Kagome get near him.

 

 

“Mine mommy. My shirt!” he wailed relentlessly, not giving into her. To Kagome, this was the first time he'd ever behaved this way. Usually he'd never shout back at her, but his odd behavior had her amused. With a sigh, Kagome lifted his tiny face with her hands on both sides of his cheeks.

 

 

“Keishi, mama's not going to take the shirt away. Mama will give it back to you as soon as we get you changed okay?” She offered her truthful smile, and the little hanyou nodded as he lifted his arms up. Oh how easily Keishi was persuaded. Pulling the overlarge thing above his head, Kagome noticed the drenched pants and shoes.

 

 

“Keishi honey, why are you so wet?” Worried, she put a hand on his head, it was warmer than usual. She watched his chin lower to his chest and his ears fold against his hair. She could make out the small tremble of his lips as if he was afraid of the trouble he would probably get into.

 

 

“Sowee mama, I no mean to run from day care, but Jerumee, mean mama,” his little tears began to fall, as his voice cracked, “He say, he have daddy, and I don't. Jerumee liar! I have daddy. Daddy… daddy fa fa away. Daddy come find me mama. He find me and mama soon.” Keishi ran into Kagome's arms, fists tightening around her shirt as she wrapped her own around his quivering body. Just those words were enough to kill Kagome. How could she tell her son? His father, the only thing he ever wanted was closer than he could possibly imagine, yet she made to attempt to do anything. Drying his eyes with her fingers, she tried her best to keep her own tears from falling.

 

 

“Don't cry baby,” she cooed, kissing his forehead and holding him close again. Sure she couldn't give him the father he wanted and needed, but she would at least try to make up for it. Lifting his half naked body up, Keishi wrapped his arms around her neck. With a deep breath of her calming scent, he fell into an immediate sleep. Kagome smiled before kissing his head again.

 

 

She trekked up the stairs to his room, but the sound of the pouring rain caught her attention. Looking towards the front door, she expected Inuyasha probably gone home already, but there was that tingling feeling in her chest beckoning her to make sure he really wasn't there.

 

 

Maneuvering her way down the stairs with Keishi silently sleeping, she slowly opened her door. She didn't know if she should have been surprised or upset with what she saw, but there sat Inuyasha, soaked, elbows on his knees, head in his hands, ears pressed against his head avoiding the cold rain with his back towards her.

 

 

“Inuyasha!” she shouted, but it didn't seem to get his attention. Yanking his shirt with one free hand, he snapped his head up in her direction. His eyes were blank and lost as they gazed straight into hers, his muscles frozen and dead.

 

 

“Don't just sit there, get inside you baka!” She yanked him again and this time he stood, allowing himself to find shelter in her very private home. With one last look at the darkening sky Kagome kicked the door shut and wondered how her son had managed to sleep through that noise.

 

 

Inside, Inuyasha felt more at peace and warm for the first time. It much bigger than he expected; a large staircase to the right as it lead up to a hanging hallway that ran across the living room filled with furniture. He instantly grinned and thanked Kami for making it rain, how else would he have gotten in her home? Doing the polite thing, he kicked of his slopping wet shoes and put them on the carpet near the door. He felt a pair of eyes watch his every movement, but made no need to voice it. Before he even stood up, she was walking away from him, trying her best to avoid him he supposed.

 

 

“Um, if you'll follow me, I'll find you something to change into and a towel. You probably don't want to sit around all wet, or do you?” She asked nonchalantly, and Inuyasha chuckled to himself.

 

 

“Sure thing Kagome,” he responded, keeping close behind her, “So,” he continued, noticing the small boy on her shoulder, “The little guy fell asleep already huh? Just like when he fell asleep in my car—”

 

 

Kagome had suddenly stopped in her tracks as Inuyasha ran into her back. She turned around so quickly, he didn't register what was happening.

 

 

“Wait a second Inuyasha, are you telling me you brought my son home?” Kagome was confused until all the missing pieces fell together.

 

 

“Yeah,” Inuyasha scratched the back of his head, not quite understanding the situation, “I happened to be strolling on the country side when I found him by himself. He fought me at first, but I managed to convince him that I wasn't going to hurt him. He was soaked, so I changed him and noticed the name tag with your address. I thought that his parents, I mean you, not that I knew it was you, but—” Kagome's soft laughter rang in his ears and for some reason, it made him feel just a little more wanted.

 

 

“It's okay Inuyasha. You don't have to explain yourself,” she exclaimed, as she stepped into a room filled with lots of toys, a small child's table, and a large red race car bed in the center of the room.

 

 

“But I think I understand what happened,” she said as she set Keishi down on his bed. Inuyasha followed her still slightly confused.

 

 

“Today, Keishi's daycare went on a field trip outside of Tokyo,” she began to explain while picking out a pair of clothes for her son and a towel for Inuyasha, “I was working at the hospital when I got a phone call. Apparently the babysitter couldn't find him, and from what Keishi told me, he got in an argument with one of the kids, and ran off. I suppose, after that, you must have found him and the rest is history or so they say,” she finished, handing Inuyasha a navy blue towel before giving him a peck on the cheek.

 

 

“Thank you Inuyasha,” she whispered, her eyes connecting with his, warming his solid heart. To her he probably looked like a fool, too dumbfounded by her action and nodding like an idiot. She gave him one of her dazzling smiles, one so similar to Keishi's own. I knew I wasn't crazy, Inuyasha thought and he was right. He knew that smiled belonged to someone when he met the kid, he just couldn't remember who. Wanting to snuggle into her complete aura, she pulled back suddenly.

 

 

“Wait here, I think I have something you could wear until your clothes dry,” she commanded hurrying out of the room. Inuyasha watched as she left and went to sit against the bed where the boy had taken his rest. He ruffled the boy's short silvery hair wary of the ears and smiled to himself.

 

 

“You're one lucky pup ya' know,” Inuyasha spoke softly, his hand reaching for the blanket to cover the almost naked boy, “You've got a mama who loves you so much. You know, that pops of yours is a baka for not wanting to be with you and your mama,” he said sadly. That lucky bastard. Inuyasha growled. If he ever found out whom the father was he'd beat them to a pulp. Inuyasha was about to get up, when he felt small, but strong hands wrap around his hand.

 

 

“Mr. Something?” Keishi said tiredly with a yawn, trying to sit up. Inuyasha ruffled his little head again.

 

 

“Yeah little buddy? I thought you were sleeping.” Keishi shook his head from the drowsiness, but yawned again.

 

 

“I not tired,” he yawned, “I want to pa-lay with you,” he pouted, pulling on Inuyasha's damp sleeve.

 

 

“Maybe if you take a warm bath, I'll let you play,” Kagome interrupted, carrying a handful of items.

 

 

“Here Inuyasha,” she said handing Inuyasha a pair of black sweat pants and a large red shirt before sitting down on the bed.

 

 

“And you my little puppy need to come here,” she demanded, scooping her little boy up while sticking an electric thermometer in his mouth. Keishi didn't struggle and nestled in her arms happily. Sure Keishi hated ever admitting to being sick, but just being with his mom was enough to tame him. After a minute, the annoying little beep of the thermometer went off. It read 39 degrees Celsius, definitely a high fever.

 

 

“You need a bath, some soup, and sleep. I don't think you can play with Inuyasha today Keishi honey,” Kagome tried to explain, “You were running in the rain today weren't you?” He nodded, “And you got a cold too.” Keishi didn't want to admit it, but he had been sneezing since the morning, and he was abnormally tired, not to mention, how cold he was feeling.

 

 

“Can we pa-lay again later Mr. Something?” Keishi questioned a little saddened at his current state. Inuyasha who had been watching the motherly interaction so intently snapped out of his daze.

 

 

“Yeah, of course we can, but only if your mama says so,” Inuyasha responded. This got Kagome laughing.

 

 

“Of course you can play again,” Kagome said, letting out a hearty laugh, “But if you take a nap after your bath now, maybe there'll be a surprise when you wake up,” Kagome assured her son. Both adults watched as the little hanyou jumped towards his bathroom intent of receiving the surprise. They could already hear the water running.

 

 

“Maybe I should go check on him,” Kagome insisted, “And here's an extra towel. If you want to shower, there's a bathroom outside this door to the right. You can throw your wet clothes in the basket there; I'll wash and dry them before you leave.”

 

 

“Thanks, Kagome, you know, you don't have to—”

 

 

“It's okay Inuyasha. It's the least I could do, I mean brought my baby back home to me.” She offered him her melting smile. How the hell could he say no?

 

 

“Then, thanks. I'll just grab my gym bag from the car before I shower.” Inuyasha took off immediately. Outside in his car, he was glad he had kept the stupid bag. It seemed to have saved his life twice today from the hated rain. At least now, the rain was only sprinkles.

 

 

Should I tell her I almost ran over her son? He contemplated but shook his head. Nah!

 

 

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“But Sango! I promised him tonight I would—” Miroku ducked, barely dodging the plastic cup his wife had thrown at him.

 

 

“Well you promised me last week too!” Sango puffed angrily, threatening to throw the butcher knife next. If he didn't comply with her, she wasn't guaranteeing an injury free Miroku.

 

 

“I know I did, I just forgot,” he lamely put. “But you have to understand, he was just rejected in marriage from a girl he thought he loved for eight years! Think about how he feels.”

 

 

“So, do I tell Kagome that you're not going to her son's birthday party with me tonight because you'd rather go drinking with your friends again?” Miroku could see Sango's anger escalate into something dangerous.

 

 

“I'm not going with just any friends. It's Inuyasha, Kouga, and Bankotsu. Right now Inuyasha needs us. He's going through a lot on his own.” Miroku rubbed his temples. He hated fighting with Sango, but he hoped she would understand where he was coming from.

 

 

“It's been almost two years since we've been married, and you still have never met my best friend Miroku. She couldn't make it to our wedding because she was raising a child alone and you think Inuyasha has it hard! You always cancel when she invites us to places, and I've been patient those times, but you promised me this one day, and you're going to dump me to go drinking with your boys. Fine Miroku, go! Go and don't expect me to come home!” Sango yelled letting out all her anxieties and frustrations that brought her to tears.

 

 

She fell on her knees, covering her overflowing sobs. This was not how she wanted things to be. Miroku had really promised her, and she thought he would actually keep it. Why she was attracted to this ill man, she wondered on so many occasions, yet no matter how many times he let her down, she still went back to him and loved him. So why couldn't he just give her this one day?

 

 

Miroku bent down besides her, trying to stop her tears, but she pushed him away. Just the sound of her broken voice was enough to guilt him. She was right. He had promised her first, but he had also promised Inuyasha. Inuyasha needed him now, but it could wait couldn't it? Just one day, he'd sacrifice one day for his wife. He supposed, this was how the marriage life was. His wife and family were first before anything else, but Inuyasha was a brother to him.

 

 

Dammit, Miroku cursed. Weighing the choices, he'd rather have a wife in his bed, than no wife at all. Sorry Inuyasha, but you'll have to wait, he decided.

 

 

“Sango dear,” Miroku soothed, rubbing her back gently as she rigidly leaned into his touch, “I'll reschedule things with Inuyasha okay? Stop crying already, you make me feel like a jerk!”

 

 

“But you are a jerk,” she confirmed, laughing and crying at the same time. Miroku wiped away her tears giving her a tender kiss on her lips.

 

 

“Yes, but you married this jerk,” he reminded, placing another kiss on her lips, pulling her closer to his body. He knew what was coming next when their kisses intensified. Sango straddled his waist quickly, her palms running up and down on his chest as her fingers quickly began to unbutton his violet dress shirt. Miroku loved when she took the initiative, something she rarely ever did. It made him feel more wanton.

 

 

His hands traveled up the length of her legs grasping her tight butt cheeks ever so gently. He remembered how many times she slapped him for touching her there before marriage, but now, she wasn't complaining.

 

 

His hands traveled underneath her black skin tight shirt unclasping her bra to give him more skin. Quickly, he pulled the damned piece of cloth over her head revealing her goodies to him. She tried to catch her breath, but Miroku wouldn't allow it. Grasping one of her supple breasts in his experienced hand, he massaged it with care. He received a seductive moan from her lips causing a wave of pleasure to descend down his hardening shaft. Slowly and in a painfully enjoyable pattern, she grinded on him, teasing him with her fast and slow pace. Oh how he wanted to take her now, but where would the fun be in that?

 

 

Pushing her down below him, Miroku took her hardened nipple into his mouth, lapping at it with his tongue. She answered his actions with his name, a smirk playing at his lips. He continued with his torture when he felt the vibrating of his cell in his pocket. Ignoring it, he hoped the person would get the message to fuck off and call later, but it continued ringing, ruining the passionate moment that had been created.

 

 

“Answer your phone Miroku, it's probably important if they keep calling that much,” Sango insisted, leaving him with a quick but fervent kiss on his lips before heading towards the bedroom with their tossed clothing.

 

 

This had better be good or I swear I'll kill whoever's calling! Miroku growled. He was starting to sound like Inuyasha.

 

 

He flipped his phone open angrily not bothering to check the caller ID.

 

 

“Hello? Miroku!” the voice on the other line spoke, Miroku recognized it immediately.

 

 

“Inuyasha! Just the person I wanted to talk to. About tonight—”

 

 

“Yeah! I was calling about tonight,” Inuyasha butted in first. “Could we reschedule for some other time?” This surprised Miroku.

 

 

“Sure, uh, I was just going to ask you the same. I forgot that Sango and I had plans tonight. She would have cut of my son's off if I didn't go, if you know what I mean!” Miroku heard the cheery laughter of Inuyasha's voice. Did something good happen?

 

 

“Well, I'd advise to you carryout those plans with Sango to save your son's,” Inuyasha replied jokingly.

 

 

“Sure thing, but what're you doing tonight that you'd cancel on me?” Miroku teased openly, seeming as Inuyasha was in a better mood since the morning.

 

 

“Well, uh, I,” Inuyasha stuttered, something Miroku never heard from his best friend.

 

 

Inuyasha, could you help me with these? Miroku could decipher a female's voice coming from Inuyasha's phone.

 

 

Ye… Yeah, sure, I'll be there in a moment! Inuyasha answered the female, covering the phone's speakers.

 

 

“Miroku, you still there?” Inuyasha's voice boomed into Miroku's ear.

 

 

“Of course I am. Was that a woman's voice I heard or was I mistaken?”

 

 

“It's none of your damn business!” From where Miroku sat, he could imagine Inuyasha's face red as a tomato.

 

 

“Well, then, good luck Inuyasha. Oh and don't forget to use protection!” Flipping his phone shut quickly, Miroku chuckled heartily. It had only been five hours since he last talked to Inuyasha, it couldn't possibly be that his friend was already moving on or did he go back to Kikyo? Whatever the case was, Miroku was just pleased to hear the contentment in Inuyasha's voice.

 

 

Miroku stared at the door to their bedroom, a mischievous smile forming. Now where did my sweet Sango run off to?

 

 

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Inuyasha pocketed his rectangular cell phone. Leave it up to Miroku to make me feel even more insecure about myself, Inuyasha grumbled as he wandered into the living room where Kagome had called him from. She was standing on the edge of the couch trying to reach a corner of the wall. Rushing to her side, Inuyasha set her on her feet before taking her spot.

 

 

“Where do you want this go to wench?”

 

 

“I thought I told you not to call me that Inuyasha! It's been almost four years now and I thought you seriously grew up,” she sulked, chewing the inside of her cheek. Seeing her dismay, Inuyasha jumped down from the couch and lifted her high above him swinging her around. At first she complained, but shortly after, she was giggling like a three year old. Like mother like son, the resemblance didn't go unnoticed.

 

 

He finally let go after the fourth time and they both fell on the ground laughing until their stomachs hurt. Inuyasha had to hold his guts in afraid they would fall out with all the laughter he was having with Kagome. She did the same, laughing so hard, tears were falling from her eyes. A couple of minutes passed and their laughter died, leaving them with catching their breath.

 

 

“You know, I haven't laughed that hard since I last saw you,” Kagome conversed, sitting tall and stretching.

 

 

“Yeah, me too,” Inuyasha agreed, standing and giving her a helping hand.

 

 

“I want to thank you for staying and helping out. I'm sure Keishi will be happy to know that you stayed and decorated his surprise birthday party,” she said proudly, already picking up the fallen birthday sign, “You know, he doesn't really get attached to strangers that fast. It's just; I've never seen him interact with other men besides Ji-chan and Souta. He's just so picky about them.”

 

 

“Oh yeah?” This peaked Inuyasha's curiosity.

 

 

“Umm hmm,” Kagome's eyes were distant as if she was trying to avoid something, “It's just that… that…”

 

 

“He doesn't have a father right?” Inuyasha finished as if he could read her mind. She was silent at first but let out a sigh that she had been holding for a while.

 

 

“Yeah,” Kagome spoke quietly, continuing decorating the table where they would be eating later on. The rest of the setting up ended in silence, each person not knowing how to get around the subject. Inuyasha felt guilty for even bringing it up in the first place. He should have known it was a touchy topic for her, but still, that didn't kill the curiosity that was gnawing at his insides.

 

 

“So,” Inuyasha finally said, “About what happened this morning,” his back was towards her, and if there had been a mirror there, his ears definitely were on fire, “the… the… kiss, I uh, I didn't mean to uh,” he couldn't finish.

 

 

Why was it so difficult to talk about it with her? So it had been the first time he kissed her, but he didn't understand why it made his stomach churn with embarrassment.

 

 

“I, uh,” Kagome stumbled with her words, not any better than Inuyasha, “I guess I'm not sorry for it,” she stated boldly as Inuyasha turned to her.

 

 

“So, you, didn't think it was a mistake?” He blurted so fast, grinning like a fool.

 

 

“I suppose not. I mean, a kiss is a kiss right? What can we do about it now?” Kagome smiled, as she set the table with plastic plates and napkins. Her cheeks were definitely red hot, but Inuyasha ignored it.

 

 

About to set the cups beside the stack of items, Kagome hadn't notice Inuyasha come from behind her to wrap his arms snuggly around her tiny waist. This was a familiar gesture he'd done with her in the past when he knew she had forgiven him.

 

 

“Thanks Kagome,” he whispered sweetly in her ear, “I… It's just been so long since I've seen you. I mean, after your dad passed away four years ago, I never got the chance to say good bye to you when you decided to study abroad in America. I don't know what overcame me, but I've missed you a lot.” He held her there and she let him, but the moment passed suddenly as she shrugged from his touch. She positioned herself in front of him.

 

 

“Inuyasha, I… I mean, we can't do this. You're… you're dating my cousin Kikyo. I don't think we should be doing this.”

 

 

Each word that came from her mouth felt like a stab in his chest. How could they not be doing what? When had she stopped being his friend and telling him her secrets? They grew up as children. His parents passed on, and she was there to help him, and when her dad passed on, he had been there to help. So why? Why did she leave him without a good bye? Feeling the hidden emotion well in his chest, he pulled her towards his chest, his nose deep in her hair. Her scent, it was so beautiful. Why hadn't he realized earlier, how beautiful and pure she had always been?

 

 

“Kagome,” his voice raw with emotion, “She and I, it's over.”

 

 

He said it. Said the words he had trouble admitting to himself and it had been the biggest relief he could have imagined. Those miserable years of dating a cold woman wasted, when in front of him was one of his greatest friends that he tossed away because he was a blind fool. If only he could turn back the clock, take her back, make her his, but he lost his chance. She already had someone out there whom she willingly had a child with. What part did he have in her life now? When had he fallen for Kagome Higurashi?

 

 

The pain of realization hurt more than he could imagine.

 

 

“Inuyasha,” she murmured, rubbing small circles in his back, “I, I didn't know. I'm sorr—”

 

 

He shushed her with a kiss. Just in one day, he had been bolder than he had in his lifetime. Right now, he didn't want her pity, he didn't deserve it. What he wanted now, was her. Her comfort, warmth and scent; for her to snuggle only into him, but was it possible now? If he could find the father of the child, he'd fight that bastard for the right to take care of Kagome and Keishi. Never in his life had he felt the need to protect. The desire to be with these people drove him to an unknown feeling he never knew he could have, happiness. Releasing her lips from his hold, Inuyasha's face automatically flushed. He had done it again, acting rationally with his body.

 

 

Kagome's own face was cherry red, her lips puffy and swollen from his unannounced attack, yet, she wanted more. His kiss wasn't enough for her. It was never enough, and she had learned that well in her past. She couldn't be greedy and tell him. How would he respond to the truth that she hid for so long? But his actions clearly were telling her something. A deep desire she knew they both yearned for years ago, but was it possible?

 

 

If I tell Inuyasha about the father, what will he say? She questioned herself. If she could only find the right words to put it in, maybe, just maybe he would accept it. She'd always wanted to tell him, but somewhere in her heart, she couldn't find the courage to. Was it destiny that brought him here today to meet her and her son? Kagome sure hoped it was because it would the biggest risk she was willing to take. Taking a deep shaky breath, she willed herself to do what she couldn't four years ago.

 

 

“Inuyasha, the father of my child is-”

 

 

And the door bell rang.

 

 

 

A/N: End of Chapter 2! I know, evil, the she-devil, and what other ill names exist out there, but I will end it here for now. Next chapter will hopefully be up soon if there are no more interruptions. Thank you so much! I appreciate all the support that I am receiving. It makes writing hella more fun!

 

 

 

 

My Thanks:

 

 

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