InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hello Daddy! ❯ Happy Birthday ( Chapter 3 )

Hello Daddy!

 

 

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

 

 

A/N: AU. So I'm slow at updating. Please forgive me. I've been busy, you really don't understand. I'm tired from babysitting an annoying six year old boy, why couldn't he be more like Keishi! If I take my eyes off of him for only one second, I swear all hell breaks loose, I mean, he already destroyed my room and my laptop, thus the slow update! Seriously, I've been bitchy for two weeks now. So, sorry that I can't update as fast. I mean a good story takes time. And I'm not that skilled at writing, so it takes me a while. And no, I have not abandoned anyone, but please, give me a break. I'm trying my best here. Thanks to everyone who is still a supporter! You don't believe how your words give me encouragement… or don't, but we shall not speak of those. Enough with my life, who cares! The story shall continue!

 

 

Chapter 3 - Happy Birthday

 

 

Inuyasha excused himself to the bathroom as Kagome made her way towards the interrupting door and quite frankly, he was glad. She was just about to tell him who the father of her child was, but was he ready to accept the fact that it was another man's? Making his way up the stairs and around the corner, he quickly grabbed his clothes Kagome had so kindly washed and dried earlier. Unknowingly, he lifted it under his nose only to catch a mix of her scent, and damn, it made him want her more.

 

 

Quickly locking the nearby bathroom door, he settled down on the toilet seat. He cradled his head in his hands, balancing his elbows on his knees. His head really hurt. He was confused about so much he wasn't sure if it was from the rain, losing Kikyo, or meeting Kagome again, but it was a pain that hurt from the head to the toes. Stretching, he pulled the borrowed shirt off which apparently belonged to her younger brother Souta. Inuyasha hadn't seen him for quite some time, but young Souta had definitely grown in those years. Dressing hurriedly into his black slacks and baby blue button up shirt, he left a couple buttons undone at the top, dumping his face in a handful of cold water. He welcomed the frigid feeling it left on his face as he stared in the mirror.

 

 

His golden swirls were brighter than he'd ever realized with a tint of black, from what though? Perhaps jealously? But, from whom? Blinking twice to rid of what he saw, he dried his face on the towel gently tossing the dirty clothes into the basket. Why did it feel so right? To put the clothes in her basket? Gosh, was his head pounding as he rubbed his temples with pressure.

 

 

He stepped out the door only to run into little Keishi. The small child fell on his bottom with a yawn as if nothing had happened. Lifting his small silvered head, he peered into Inuyasha's face, giving the older hanyou a heart melting smile before yawning once more. Inuyasha couldn't help but chuckle at the small gesture. Bending at his knees, Inuyasha picked the little boy up and planted him on his shoulders. This caused Keishi to giggle in delight as he wrapped his little arms around Inuyasha's neck; letting out a small sneeze. Inuyasha carefully held him tight and headed for the stairs. No words were passed between the two hanyou, yet so much was said.

 

 

Down stairs, Inuyasha recognized a couple of familiar voices. His ears instantly perked upwards, as he neared the last step and the guests at the door. Even before he reached the next room where the guests had settled, little Keishi tugged on Inuyasha's forelocks and shouted something Inuyasha was not ready to face.

 

 

“Graw-ma!” The young pup squealed as Inuyasha set him on his feet, watching the tiny feet run into the arms of the elderly Higurashi who had gotten up from her seat.

 

 

“OH, my dear grandson!” Mrs. Higurashi kissed the small boy on the forehead, rubbing her hand in circles on his back as she held him close. So wrapped up in the fact that her grandson had gone missing earlier that morning, she hadn't realized a very shy grown hanyou standing in the room.

 

 

“Inu nii-chan?” Souta spoke up, standing from his chair. The young man immediately bolted in Inuyasha's direction, tackling the dazed hanyou.

 

 

“Hey kiddo,” Inuyasha said coolly messing up the younger Higurashi's hair before returning the manly affection, “You sure have grown.” Apparently, the skinny twelve-year old that he had known was now sixteen, muscular and almost reaching Inuyasha's height.

 

 

Souta finally let go, still surprised his long time idol was standing in his sister's home and not just in magazines. Mrs. Higurashi passed Keishi onto Souta as she made her way towards Inuyasha. As always, her presence was warm and comforting, but in a different way Kagome's warmth and comfort made him feel. Mrs. Higurashi had the aura of a great caring mother, something Inuyasha missed.

 

 

“Inuyasha,” The elder Higurashi addressed with cheerfulness, “It's been such a long time.” She gave him a hearty embrace and he welcomed it with all his heart. It was as if she had already accepted him as a part of the family. Inuyasha couldn't have been happier. Reluctantly, she let go of him, before ushering him to a seat beside her.

 

 

Kagome holding her son quickly excused herself from the room saying something about checking Keishi's temperature and giving him another bath. Inuyasha's heart immediately sank. She was trying to avoid him by abandoning him with her family. He knew it when she wouldn't face him, embarrassed from earlier.

 

 

Noticing the unease between the two young adults, Mrs. Higurashi took the chance to speak.

 

 

“So, Inuyasha, Kagome has told me of your unexpected encounter today.” Mrs. Higurashi watched the flood of emotions pass through the hanyou, but most noticeable were his burning red cheeks, as he dipped his head to cover it up.

 

 

“Yes,” he breathlessly answered, “I, I thought I'd never see her again. I mean, when you told me she went to America, I—”

 

 

“What are you talking about Inu nii-chan, sis never went to—” Mrs. Higurashi quickly cut Souta off.

 

 

“Souta, why don't you call Ji-chan and make sure he's okay being home by himself. I want to have a chat with Inuyasha.” The youngster didn't argue as he slipped out of the room as well, leaving a greater tension between mother and hanyou. Inuyasha gulped.

 

 

“Inuyasha,” Mrs. Higurashi began, “About Kagome going to America, she didn't.” This caught him off guard, “We, Kagome was given the chance to go study abroad, but when her father passed away so suddenly, she wouldn't go.” Mrs. Higurashi sighed, fidgeting with her hands. “Shortly after, she found out she was pregnant, and didn't want to have her child grow up in a foreign country without love. She didn't want anyone to worry about her, so she told everyone she was going to America. We're sorry Inuyasha. Kagome didn't want you to involve yourself in her position and we merely complied with her decision. You don't know how heart breaking it was to tell that lie,” Mrs. Higurashi explained, a sorrowful sob escaping her lips. The tearful woman covered her face with her frail hands to suppress the falling tears.

 

 

It truly was hard. To tell Inuyasha the lie they had tried to keep from him. Mrs. Higurashi could clearly remember that day when she had come home only to find her Kagome sobbing in the bathroom.

 

 

“Kagome sweetie, what's happened? Why are you crying here on the toilet seat?” Mrs. Higurashi bent down beside her eighteen year old daughter who gripped onto a familiar stick. Cradling her weeping daughter in one arm while taking the plastic in Kagome's hand, Mrs. Higurashi gasped at what she saw.

 

 

“Mama,” Kagome wailed harder, crying into her mother's shoulder like a child once more, “Why is this happening?”

 

 

Mrs. Higurashi patted her daughter's back, trying to sooth the pain she must've been feeling.

 

 

“Kagome,” the elder Higurashi pulled her daughter back, brushing away her tears and bangs so she could see her daughter clearly, “It's not that bad being pregnant.” Mrs. Higurashi kissed Kagome's forehead as Kagome let out another tearful screech.

 

 

“But mama,” Kagome spoke jaggedly, “I can't tell him. I can't.” A new set of tears spilled over her face.

 

 

“Why can't you Kagome?”

 

 

“Because,” Kagome sniffled, “He… he has Kikyo.”

 

 

A warm squeeze brought Mrs. Higurashi out of her memory. It was Inuyasha.

 

 

“Don't worry Mrs. Higurashi, what's in the past… stays in the past,” Inuyasha forced himself to say. As hard as it seemed, it was the truth. Things happened already and if he wasn't willing to face the fact that they didn't want him involved, then he was just stupid. He had known the Higurashi's for a long time, and they weren't people to would hurt another intentionally. He always knew that. So why did it hurt so much to know that Kagome couldn't trust him with what she had gone through?

 

 

“Inuyasha, you're a good man,” Mrs. Higurashi complimented pulling away while wiping the remainder of her tears. “Enough of the past, let's talk about you. How are you and my darling niece Kikyo doing? I hear she's in Japan this week.” The moment those words left her mouth, Inuyasha felt the opening of the old wounds ripping at him again. Just when he thought he could forget about it, they found their way back under his skin.

 

 

“Actually, Mrs. Higurashi, Kikyo and I aren't together anymore.” Somehow saying those words a third time that day, Inuyasha felt relieved. When had that happen?

 

 

“Oh, Inuyasha, please excuse my rudeness. I—”

 

 

And Inuyasha let out an unexpected and cheery laugh.

 

 

“Don't worry about it Mrs. Higurashi, didn't you say, enough of the past?” he imitated for her amusement, getting a smile from her. Goodness, the Higurashi women from Kagome's side were just too damn nice.

 

 

After the laughter died down, Mrs. Higurashi stood dragging Inuyasha with her.

 

 

“I suppose, then, this might be the time to forget old loves and start new. What do you say Inuyasha?” Mrs. Higurashi hinted, her head turning in the direction where Kagome had left. She always knew the deep attraction the hanyou had for her daughter despite him choosing to be with Kikyo. She could remember the day when she told him about Kagome leaving for America and how much he fought to find out where she had gone so he could drag her back home. How could she not realize the hidden love her daughter and the hanyou had already built so long ago?

 

 

“I…” Inuyasha was speechless. Was the woman in front of him giving him permission to be with her daughter? Scratching his head, he slowly made his way towards the stairs, turning around once more to make sure he had understood the meaning behind her words.

 

 

“Good luck Inuyasha. I know you will succeed.” Mrs. Higurashi encouraged as she watched the hanyou nod before following the stairs that led to Kagome. Staring at the disappearing hanyou, Souta emerged from the kitchen searching for his beloved idol.

 

 

“Where's Inu nii-chan mama?” Souta asked, looking around the living room. Mrs. Higurashi only sat down and smiled.

 

 

“Where he should be Souta.” And that was all she needed to say.

 

 

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Meanwhile, Inuyasha had followed Kagome's scent leading him to Keishi's room. Knocking politely, there were no answers, so he quietly let himself in. Scanning the room quickly, there nobody was there, but there was movement in the bathroom especially the sound of splashing. It didn't take him very long to reach the door, poking his head through to see what all the commotion was. He had to swallow hard at what he saw.

 

 

With her hair tied in a high messy bun, wearing a pair of black shorts and a white shirt, Kagome sat in the filled tub of water with her son, scrubbing his back as he blew bubbles around. Keishi splashed the water lightly getting the foam all over the both of them as they laughed happily. Seeing that he had gotten bubbles in his mama's eyes, Keishi turned to wipe them away, quickly giving a peck to his mama's cheek just because. Kagome returned the gesture before rinsing him clean.

 

 

Inuyasha, too mesmerized by their actions, didn't realize he had stepped fully into the bathroom until Keishi called him.

 

 

“Mr. Something… achoo,” Keishi sneezed. Excited, he shook his hair and jumped out of the wet tub, slipping on the floor. Luckily, Inuyasha caught him before he bumped his head on the ground, but Inuyasha had fallen flat on his back.

 

 

“Keishi!” Kagome shouted watching her son dangerously leap from her arms, only to find Inuyasha laying flat on the ground afterwards, “Inuyasha!” She sat up, water draining from her clothes, as she stepped out of the tub beside him. Inuyasha could only muster a belly aching laugh; while Keishi, feeling the tense atmosphere followed Inuyasha's lead and giggled as well. Kagome, who looked like she wanted to cry, sat back against the tub and let out a sigh of relief.

 

 

“I swear, you two are going to be the death of me,” Kagome said sarcastically, wrapping up her naked son in a towel, before handing one to Inuyasha. Instead, Inuyasha unraveled the large green fluffy towel and draped it around Kagome's shoulder, then turned the other way.

 

 

“I… I think you need this more than me,” Inuyasha coughed out, making sure to keep his back towards her. From where he stood, he visibly could see through her white shirt. The way the cotton material stuck to her body revealing her every single curve to his naked eye. Even after having a child, Inuyasha could make out her flat abs and tiny waist. Damn, are all single mothers this hot? Inuyasha tried not to think. Then the thin black shorts that exposed her long creamy white legs, it was enough to make him dizzy. Simply put, Kagome Higurashi was turning him on.

 

 

“Thanks Inuyasha,” Kagome broke into his minor fantasy realizing what he had meant. She pretty much had represented herself on a silver platter; all that was left to protect her was a piece of lettuce, a very thin piece of lettuce.

 

 

“Are you sure you're okay? You didn't hit your head or anything did you?” She went to put a hand on his head, but he caught her hand first. His touch was like fire, a lot warmer than before. She flinched, gently pulling her hand back, careful to not offend him in anyway.

 

 

“I'm… fine,” he said convincingly before pardoning himself from the bathroom and away from her luring fragrance, Inuyasha rushed down the stairs.

 

 

Making his way towards the empty kitchen, his senses where going out of whack and his head throbbed in pain. He hadn't banged his head on the floor if he remembered correctly, but then again, he really didn't think he was in his right mind. Taking deep calming breaths, it eased his crazy thoughts, but there was still that loud banging in the back of his head.

 

 

He found a seat at the dinner table and sat down. Immediately, a cold chill wracked at his body, ending at his brain, putting him in agony. He was coming down with a killer headache, one that he never had before. Perhaps it was due to the lack of sleep during the week, or the immense attack of stress from everyone. Whatever it was, he didn't like it.

 

 

Resting his forehead on his crossed arms placed on the table, he shut his eyes and body from the aching sting. Everything that had occurred was slowly trying to fix itself in an order he could understand as his body went slack.

 

 

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“Miroku,” Sango spoke in a muffled voice as he drove to their destination.

 

 

“Yes my sweet Sango,” he answered, giving her a quick glance before staring at the road once more.

 

 

“I've been meaning to tell you something,” she commented, twiddling her thumbs, “You know, Kagome's son, well, he isn't, you know, completely human.” Miroku gave her a side wards glance, confused by her words.

 

 

“What do you mean Sango?” he questioned, turning at the road Sango had drilled into his mind to reach Kagome's home.

 

 

“Well,” she paused unsure of how to phrase her thoughts, “He's a hanyou Miroku.”

 

 

“Oh,” Miroku said so intelligently, “So he's like Inuyasha, eh?” Sango nearly choked at his words, but covered them with a laugh.

 

 

“Oh Miroku,” Sango quickly pecked him on cheek for his intelligent insight before sitting back down in her seat, “You have no idea. Wait until you see him, he is the most adorable child I've ever seen!”

 

 

“If you say so my love,” jealously portrayed in his eyes, “Which reminds me, who is the father?” There was no response as Miroku pulled into Kagome's drive way spotting a familiar red Mercedes. He paid no attention to it, as he quickly exited the car to open Sango's door.

 

 

“So, are you not going to tell me who the father is?” Miroku continued as Sango retrieved the ridiculously huge wrapped present for the soon to be three year old.

 

 

Shutting the door behind her, she walked ahead of Miroku, ignoring his relentless questioning. Sango had promised Kagome that she would never tell anyone who the father was, but anyone with eyes could tell.

 

 

“Well,” she stalled, making her way up the steps before pressing the door bell, “You'll know exactly who the father is once you see the child Miroku, I guarantee you.” Sango squeezed her husband's hand for reassurance, knowing well how much he hated being left in the dark.

 

 

“And how do you suppose I'll know? I've never met the child before, so what makes you think I'll know who the father is?” Miroku replied, doubt thick in his voice. There was absolutely no way Miroku knew. He never met Kagome, and from what Sango had told him, Kagome was a single parent with no husband, yet Sango had such high hopes that he, Miroku, knew who the father was. How dare she lump him into that category. Did she not have faith in him?

 

 

“Miroku,” Sango cooed, “Don't be angry. I'm not saying anything is your fault.” She rubbed his back, feeling the thick frustration emit in waves from him.

 

 

“I'm not angry Sango, but I just can't swallow the fact that you think I know who the father of the chil—”

 

 

The door cracked open, cutting Miroku off. The brazen young man's voice was caught as his eyes widened from shock. There, standing in front of him was a tiny version of someone very oddly familiar.

 

 

“Inu… yasha?” Miroku spit out, disbelief falling from his mouth as he picked up the small child and examined him from head to toe. It was unbelievable. There were the small triangular ears sitting atop his head; despite the difference of length in the hair, it was still a shimmery sliver. Then the odd similarity in the golden eyes, they were the same color as Inuyasha's, and those tiny fangs sticking out.

 

 

Not liking how the stranger was man handling him, Keishi began to whimper. Sango, noticing the discomfort, shoved the present in Miroku's arms before taking the distraught child. Instantly, the young pup settled down, rubbing his red nose.

 

 

“Auwntie Sango,” Keishi spoke up, keeping his distance from Miroku who stared the poor pup down, “That man scarwy.” He quickly covered his eyes afraid Miroku would fry him with his intense gaze.

 

 

Sango swatted Miroku's arm.

 

 

“Ouch. Sango, what did I do?” Miroku feigned innocence, rubbing the sore spot on his bicep.

 

 

“Miroku, stop staring at him like you're going to eat him,” Sango commanded, entering the house and wondering where Kagome was, especially letting Keishi open the door alone. Taking off their shoes, Miroku placed the present on the nearby table, his eyes still trained on the mysterious child.

 

 

Inuyasha couldn't have possibly had a child with Ms. Kagome, or could he? Miroku's mind continued, pondering upon the possibilities. Inuyasha was always devoted to his so called Kikyo and Miroku knew that there was no way Inuyasha would seek pleasure from someone else. Miroku stared confused. Perhaps this child wasn't Inuyasha's but Sesshoumaru? Miroku immediately tossed that idea right out the door. Sesshoumaru wasn't what he called a lady's man, but he just couldn't fathom the idea that this child was possibly Inuyasha's.

 

 

Miroku watched as Sango let the child down, who slowly began to make his way towards him. Unsure of what to do, Miroku bent down until he came face to face with the child. Violet met gold, and neither spoke, worrying Sango. Watching the two battle at it in silence, Sango heard footsteps from the stairs.

 

 

“Oh, Sango! You're here!” Kagome exclaimed, rushing down the steps, Souta and Mrs. Higurashi following close behind. Both women embraced each other as Keishi ran towards his mother, standing in front of her protectively.

 

 

“My mama. Bad man, stay away from mama. I no want you be daddy!” Keishi shouted suddenly, his arms spread out and ready to attack Miroku if he stepped any closer. The audience stood in amusement after Keishi's brave declaration. Clearly, there had been some misunderstanding.

 

 

“Keishi,” Kagome picked him up kissing his nose, “That man is not bad. I think he's Auntie Sango's mate,” she said, putting it in terms Keishi understood. He didn't seem to believe what his mother said, so wrinkled his little nose at Miroku and noticed the mixed scent of the two adults.

 

 

Taking a deep breath, Keishi, got on his feet tugging on Miroku's bottom shirt, surprising everyone.

 

 

“Keishi sowee Uncle Sango,” the little hanyou apologized, his head cast down knowing well that he'd get punished, but Miroku lifted him up.

 

 

“That's okay little friend, but call me Uncle Miroku, neh?” Keishi's eyes immediately twinkled knowing he was forgiven as he gave Miroku a hug around the neck.

 

 

“Okay, Uncle Mi-woku,” Keishi's sweet voice sang, smiling bright. Miroku couldn't help but give the kid a charming smile as well.

 

 

Well one thing's for sure, Miroku told himself, this kid is just like Inuyasha.

 

 

Setting the boy rightfully on his feet, Miroku went to greet Kagome. She had a very beautiful face, one that he'd seen way too often.

 

 

“Has anyone told you my fair lady, that you resemble the model Kikyo Higurashi?” Miroku questioned, shaking her hand gently. Kagome accepted the gesture.

 

 

“Actually,” Kagome blushed, “Kikyo is my cousin, but I can't even compare to her,” she stated modestly, trying to keep her composure.

 

 

“No, of course not,” Miroku bluntly said. This got him a whack from Sango.

 

 

“Miroku, that's rude! Apologize!” Sango's cheeks flushed in embarrassment. How dare her husband make such an accusation? Kagome was billions times more generous and caring than that cold hearted cousin of hers. Sango had witnessed it herself, since the woman had the nerve to walk away from Inuyasha.

 

 

“Sango, let me explain,” Miroku tried to say, “I was not finished with my thought. What I was going to say was that it is Kikyo who cannot keep up with Kagome. After all, I see a natural beauty standing in front of me.”

 

 

Kagome couldn't help the blush that stained her cheeks and were unwilling to disperse.

 

 

“Thank you Miroku,” Kagome smiled, giving him a heart felt feeling, much like Keishi.

 

 

“No, I should thank you my fair lady for allowing me to stand in your presence,” This got Miroku a kick in the shin by Sango.

 

 

“Enough of your flirting you pervert,” Sango made clear, apologizing to Kagome for his womanizing ways.

 

 

Slowly, everyone shuttled into the living room to finish introductions and talk gossip.

 

 

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Inuyasha rubbed his eyes as he sat up from an unfamiliar bed. The wet cloth that had been resting on his forehead, slid down his face as he carefully placed it in the bowl on the night desk beside him.

 

 

How the hell did I get here? Inuyasha wondered, pulling the warm sheets off his body. From what he could tell, he was still at Kagome's place, just in another room, no duh. Shuffling towards the door, he made his way across the hall upstairs to the bathroom. Trying the knob, it was locked. Someone was apparently in it. About to leave and try another bathroom, the door open and what he saw shook him from his grogginess.

 

 

“Miroku!” Inuyasha stumbled back a couple feet.

 

 

“Fancy meeting you here Inuyasha,” the man said in all calmness, “I didn't expect this to be your agenda and now that I think about, it was your car outside!”

 

 

“What the hell are you doing at a kid's party?” Inuyasha asked, dodging the subject.

 

 

“Well, I could ask you the same?” Miroku kept his cool, resting his arms across his chest. When Kagome had mentioned a guest was resting, Miroku hadn't expected it to be Inuyasha of all people. Now that he thought about it, Kagome and Inuyasha seemed to be very familiar with one another.

 

 

“Enough of your smart remarks you ass. I was invited.” Inuyasha said in all seriousness. He was starting to lose his patience.

 

 

“Same as I. You see, my dear sweet Sango is best friend's with Kagome.” Miroku didn't miss the surprise in Inuyasha's features.

 

 

“You're shitting me, right? Since when have they been friends?”

 

 

“I don't know; I never bothered to ask. Anyways, you're just in time. We were going to blow the candles, but I had to take a quick leak.” Miroku ignored the hanyou's dazed character and headed towards the rest of the guests. He could hear Inuyasha following.

 

 

Inuyasha, rubbing his temples the second time that day, sighed. Why were the gods doing this to him? He could tell Miroku was never going to let him off this one.

 

 

Never.

 

 

Entering the kitchen, it seemed a couple of unknown people had joined them, along with a few children Keishi's age. Inuyasha couldn't help but feel all eyes in the room undress him mentally. Scooting closer to Miroku who made his way towards Sango, everyone turned to the birthday boy who seemed almost half asleep in front of his unlit birthday cake.

 

 

“It's nice that you could join us Inuyasha,” Mrs. Higurashi's voice bellowed. Inuyasha nodded to acknowledge her comment. Scanning the room, he didn't see Kagome anywhere and the rest of the guests, whom Inuyasha didn't recognize, quickly huddled around him.

 

 

“OH Kami! It is Inuyasha Takahashi!” A woman with short brown hair shouted, pulling on Inuyasha's hair. Another woman took out her camera and began taking shots until Inuyasha covered it with his hands.

 

 

“Please,” Inuyasha sounded, “No pictures.” He hadn't realized he had began to growl until Keishi's voice broke his foul mood.

 

 

“Mr. Something,” Keishi smiled tiredly his lids halfway open. Inuyasha maneuvered his way around Sango and Miroku to bend down behind Keishi.

 

 

“How you feeling pup? You look tired.” Inuyasha carefully put his hand on the boy's forehead ignoring the gasping audience.

 

 

“No… tired,” Keishi admitted, shaking his head of all weariness as Inuyasha lifted the boy in his arms.

 

 

In that moment, Kagome walked through the kitchen doors.

 

 

“Found the lighter!” she exclaimed, making her way towards the cake. She stopped halfway when she noticed Inuyasha and gave him a soft smile. He immediately set the small boy back down on the chair.

 

 

“Inuyasha,” she said while lighting the cake, “How's your head feeling?” She set the lighter on the table ignoring her quiet guests.

 

 

Inuyasha cleared his throat, adjusting the buttons on the wrist of his shirt to distract him.

 

 

“It's better. Thanks,” he answered bashfully and swore he heard Miroku snicker. It was silent for a moment until Mrs. Higurashi spoke.

 

 

“Well, then, let us sing before the candles melt.” That broke the heavy atmosphere as Keishi giggled in delight. And before Inuyasha knew it, the song had begun as he too sang along. The entire time, his eyes remained on Kagome and Keishi. He watched the pup blow out the candle before turning to face him. Keishi stuck his skinny arms out motioning for the grown hanyou to lift him.

 

 

And so he did. Inuyasha held the boy high up in the air before dropping him down to his chest. He gently squeezed the coy boy, rubbing his nose into the boy's fine hairs.

 

 

“Happy Birthday Keishi,” Inuyasha whispered for the boy's ears only. Keishi blushed furiously wrapping his arms around Inuyasha as much as he could. Somehow, Keishi had a thick endearing feeling that he would miss Mr. Something when he left.

 

 

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Hours passed and before long, everyone had taken their leave, besides Inuyasha. Shutting the door and saying good bye to Sango and Miroku, Kagome turned into the living room. She immediately flopped on the chair and breathed out a sigh.

 

 

Inuyasha sat across her annoyed at Miroku's leaving statement:

 

 

Inuyasha, don't do something I wouldn't do. Even though she's a single mother, she is one fine piece of ass. Inuyasha fisted his hands. Miroku had no right to stare at his Kagome like that. The pervert was married to Kagome's best friend for Kami's sake!

 

 

“I'm sorry about my co-workers and aunts attacking you, I didn't know they would do that,” Kagome apologized to Inuyasha, breaking his spoiled mood.

 

 

“Don't worry about,” Inuyasha shrugged off. “I should be the one that's sorry, I should've know they'd attack me viciously,” he teased. Kagome didn't miss the thick sarcasm in his voice as she let out a joking laugh.

 

 

“Well, when you have the ever so popular Inuyasha Takashi in your home, it's no wonder they all jumped,” she laughed again, calming Inuyasha's upset mood. Now that he thought about it, when had Kagome Higurashi made him feel so safe and secure? He continued to watch her beautiful face, when he realized the tiny hanyou that had crawled into his lap earlier had fallen into a deep slumber.

 

 

“Here, I'll put him to sleep Inuyasha. It's getting late now, so you can head home if you'd like,” Kagome offered, holding her arms out, but Inuyasha didn't budge.

 

 

“Is Kagome Higurashi finding a way to kick me out?” he asked jokingly, still holding Keishi tightly.

 

 

“Absolutely,” she teased, sitting down beside Inuyasha before pulling her son into her arms, “You know, Keishi's never fallen asleep on someone he's met only in a day,” Kagome stated, brushing the bangs from Keishi's forehead.

 

 

“Well, not everyone is the ever so popular Inuyasha Takahashi,” he imitated, getting another round of giggles from Kagome. And boy did it make him feel squishy inside.

 

 

“Of course, I should have known,” Kagome smiled heading for the stairs, Inuyasha following close behind.

 

 

“So, are you feeling better?” she inquired, keeping a slow pace. Inuyasha only shrugged his shoulders.

 

 

“I guess I'm fine now. How'd you know?” He wondered, hands in his pocket.

 

 

“I suppose when you're passed out on my kitchen table and burning up, I think there just might be something wrong.” Kagome opened the door to Keishi's bedroom, setting him in the center. He wiggled a couple of times due to the coldness of his bed sheets, but fell straight back to sleep when Kagome rubbed his ears. Kissing his forehead, Kagome and Inuyasha quietly shuffled out of the room and down the stairs into the kitchen.

 

 

All that was left was cleaning, seeing the piles of dishes and garbage bags that needed to be washed and taken out respectively.

 

 

“I guess then, this is good night Inuyasha,” Kagome turned towards him, her hands held close to her chest.

 

 

Why those words made him cringe he had no clue. If he left now, when would he ever see her again? Inuyasha didn't want to leave things as they were. What he wanted and needed was her presence to indulge in. Hell, he would leave when he damn felt like. Shaking his head, Inuyasha knew he had no right to stay if she asked him to leave, and she was, wasn't she?

 

 

“Actually,” Kagome interrupted his thinking sequence, “I was wondering if you'd like to stay and watch a movie or something. Maybe we could catch up, but if you have something else planned then…”

 

 

“Sure,” Inuyasha practically jumped at her proposal, hoping he didn't sound too desperate, “I mean, if it's all right with you.”

 

 

“I should be asking if it's all right with you,” Kagome responded, muffling her giggle. “Well, you can just relax. I'll finish cleaning up first.” She scampered off to the pile of garbage bags when a large hand reached for it first.

 

 

“Garbage is a man's job,” Inuyasha told her, easily lifting the other three bags with one hand.

 

 

“But, as my guest, I shouldn't ask for help,” Kagome said timidly.

 

 

“Keh, if we both clean, things will be done faster right?” Inuyasha blurted truthfully. In response Kagome nodded.

 

 

It took twenty minutes to sweep the floor, wash the dishes, and pack the rest of the food as the two tired adults collapsed on the loveseat.

 

 

“Wench, how the hell do you do this everyday? It's tiring,” Inuyasha complained rolling his stiff neck.

 

 

“Inuyasha, did it ever occur to you that woman have been doing this since birth?”

 

 

“Well, I guess it sucks to be you.” That got him a punch from Kagome before she scrambled forward towards the DVD player. Randomly selecting a movie, she pushed in a random Hollywood movie, Transformers.

 

 

Settling besides him, she grabbed the blanket resting on the sofa's arm placing it on top of her and Inuyasha before shutting the lights.

 

 

“I hope you don't mind sharing,” Kagome uttered, keeping her blush low. She thanked that the lights were off.

 

 

“Nope. Sharing is caring, ain't it?” Inuyasha winked at her.

 

 

“You're starting to sound like Keishi,” Kagome mocked, pulling the blanket to her chin as the beginning of the movie started. Both adults watched it in complete silence.

 

 

Sometime during the movie, he had unconsciously wrapped an arm around her waist without her denying him. Truth be told, Inuyasha was comfortable, more so than he ever deserved to be. With her slim body pressed against him for warmth, he could feel her calm heart pound against him. He shivered inhaling her glorifying scent.

 

 

 

The credits of the movie rolled onwards as Inuyasha cradled Kagome's sleeping form. She had passed out way before the action even started and rested her head on Inuyasha's shoulder. So much for catching up. Stifling a yawn, Inuyasha lifted her up bridal style and headed for her room. He opened her sheets before carefully tucking her in safe. Brushing her bangs and kissing her forehead, Inuyasha laid on his stomach, bending his elbow to rest his head on.

 

 

Gods, she's beautiful, he continued to think, watching her sleep vulnerably. It had been a long time since he watched her sleeping face, but he couldn't help it. He never felt so attracted to a woman before, making him wonder why he ever did choose Kikyo. Brushing the thought aside, Inuyasha rested on his side shutting his lids.

 

 

`Just five minutes Inuyasha, and you go home,' he reminded himself, gently clinging to Kagome's hand. `Just… five… minu…'

 

 

 

A/N: End of Chapter 3 my pets! More goodness to come. I hope I've dropped enough hints to as who the father is. If it isn't quite obvious already. =]

 

 

 

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