InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Little by Little ❯ Baby Talk ( Chapter 6 )
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By: LittleKnownArtist 
It was something that needed to be said.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.14.2016 | Pages: 6 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 578 | Status: Work In Progress
It was something that needed to be said.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.14.2016 | Pages: 6 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 578 | Status: Work In Progress
When Inuyasha returned from the forest, having tracked down and
shooed a few small-fry demons, it was several hours past midday.
Having discussed visiting Sango, Miroku, and their children with
Kagome, he headed promptly in that direction, coming across the
monk tending to his family’s small garden. With a squeal of
glee, Koyuki launched herself towards the hanyou, and latching onto
his leg before he could even spot her.
“Uh, hi there,” the white-haired youth greeted awkwardly, blinking down at the green-clad toddler. She immediately started climbing his leg.
“What have I told you about climbing on people? Koyuki…” Miroku chastised from the garden, holding one finger out to her. Koyuki frowned and let go of Inuyasha’s leg. She held her hands up in the universal gesture of ‘pick me up.’ Inuyasha rolled his eyes and obliged, scooping her up under the arms. He held her just out of range of his ears, but she stretched to try to reach them anyway.
“Me tooo~o!” Came the whine of the older twin, holding her arms in the same gesture. Inuyasha huffed, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned.
“Sorry, Inuyasha,” Miroku apologized, brushing the dirt off his hands.
“S’okay. As much as I complain, I don’t mind these two, that much,” he said, scooping the other twin up.
Miroku smiled at his good friend. He knew full well that Inuyasha loved those little girls nearly as much as he and Sango did. He had tried to avoid them right after their birth, saying he didn’t like kids, but it didn’t take long for the girls to notice their weird uncle and his weird ears. Yukie’s first word had been ‘up’ and was directed towards Inuyasha with grasping hands. Sango convinced Inuyasha that he was obligated to pick the little one up, and that was that.
“Oh yeah?” Inuyasha commented, keeping conversation with the girls. Miroku knew Inuyasha wanted to speak with him, but the girls kept babbling on in semi-understandable Japanese, forcing Inuyasha to devote most of his attention to them. For as much as he said he hated kids, he wasn’t that bad at interacting with them.
“You know, I almost think they like you better than me,” Miroku chuckled.
Inuyasha raised a brow. “I think it’s just the ears.”
The monk shook his head. “No, I genuinely think they’ll miss the attention when you’re busy doting on your own children,” he said, smirking, when his friend turned bright red. “So tell me, you and Kagome have started working on an heir, yes?”
The girls turned up a curious glance when their living chair started sputtering.
“W-why you—!” He stopped himself, just barely, from giving the monk a name the girls didn’t need to hear. He looked around for a second for something to—
Kagome poked her head around the corner of the open door, spotting her husband at the far side of Sango’s garden. She smiled before ducking back into the house. Inuyasha checked with Miroku to see that he was finished in the garden, having selected enough vegetables for dinner and they both went inside to join the girls. Kagome was folding one last item while Sango was playing with Ichiro.
“Ah, here you go, Kagome,” Miroku said, handing her a small pouch. Kagome nodded and blinked down to Sango when she heard a laugh issue from the baby.
“Oh! He’s laughing already,” Kagome swooned suddenly over the baby, coming to sit beside his mother.
“It’s a recent development,” Sango said with a chuckle. Kagome held her face in her hands, loving the pealing laughter when Sango kissed the baby’s forehead. Sango smiled back at the friend squirming happily in her seat.
“Arms,” Sango said quietly. Kagome held out her arms for Sango to transfer the baby over. The infant gave Kagome a strange look, recognizing that this face was not his mother’s but smiled when Kagome kissed his head. He no longer had that ‘new baby’ smell that Kagome had enjoyed when she first came back but he still smelled like a freshly bathed little one. Kagome blew a raspberry on his belly, making him burst out laughing louder than before. It wasn’t just Kagome laughing with the sound. An infant’s laugh is infectious.
“Ah, he’s sooo cute. I so want one,” she laughed lightheartedly, Sango wiping a tear away as her own laughter died down. Kagome didn’t mean anything by it, but a smirk spread to the monk’s features. He suddenly clapped the hanyou on the back and declared loudly,
“You heard her, my friend. Your young wife wishes for a child, you should oblige immediately.”
Inuyasha’s eyes grew wide while his eyebrows knit with a crease as he stared back at his wife. She mirrored the expression, barely a blush creeping into her color, more surprised at having her innocent comment twisted in such a way than embarrassed. A bright flush did come to Inuyasha’s face, however, as he turned a glare towards the monk, grin still plastered to his face.
“Why you motherfuuu…”
He stalled out when two tiny hands tapped on either side of his face. He blinked rapidly, staring at the two little girls in either arm with their tiny palms against his cheek. They both were curious about the face he was making. Did their father say something bad?
“Miroku, don’t be so crude…” Sango said in a reprimanding tone, glaring at her husband. He feigned innocence and appall at her accusation.
“Oh, I didn’t really mean anything by it. It is no fault of mine that there is just the one way to create a child.”
“The hell you didn’t,” Inuyasha barked, nearly barking in actuality from his rising temper.
The intensity of Sango’s glare sent a shiver down Miroku’s spine. He swallowed any additional comments he might have made and held his hands up in defeat.
“Sorry, sorry. I should not have said anything.”
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The trip home that night was silent for the young couple. Sango had to feed Ichiro before starting on dinner, so they chose that time to leave to start on their own meal.
Although the wording wasn’t the best, Miroku had broached a subject the newlyweds had neglected to discuss as of yet. Though, from the quiet between the two as they marched into the forest, finding the various trees much more interesting than their partner, one might assume they planned to leave that discussion where it lie. They hadn’t forgotten. They simply wanted to ignore it.
Slight movement drew Inuyasha’s attention however, as his wife shifted the bundle of vegetables and herbs to her other arm. He blinked, turned his face back away and then back. The quiet was getting to his a little bit. He didn’t mind quiet moments, but there was a poignant unease to the silence this time.
“Do you want me to carry that?” he asked quietly.
Kaede had given Kagome a few from her garden, and the others were from a villager thanking Kagome for helping with his son’s sprained ankle. Kagome tried to refuse the vegetables—she had just wrapped it and applied something for the swelling—but he insisted. The man knew—the village did—that Kagome was a little late getting a garden started. It was nice though, these ingredients would make for a nice vegetable soup for tonight, and she would be able to pickle the others with Sango’s help.
“I’ve got it,” she replied, glancing his direction. Their eyes met for a millisecond before Inuyasha turned away again, scratching his head. As they rounded a large tree, their house was fully in view. Kagome still stared her husband’s way, chewing her lip. He glanced back awkwardly, feeling her eyes on him before quickly turning back away, clearing his throat slightly. Kagome frowned. He probably had the same thing on his mind as she did. She sighed, finally ready to talk.
“Um, Inuyasha, I know that—”
“Hey,” he cut her off, finally looking at her fully, “that reminds me. What did Miroku give you earlier?”
Kagome squinted in confusion.
Inuyasha blinked. “When we were headed out,” he clarified, “He gave you something—a little pouch.”
“Oh yeah,” she walked a little slower to pull something out of her clothing. She produced a little sewn purse. She stopped a few meters from their door and told Inuyasha to hold out his hand. She dumped a small, cloth-wrapped bundle into his palm for him to give her a look of confusion. She tilted her head with a smile, encouraging him to unwrap the little square of fabric.
“Seeds?”
Kagome nodded. Sango had said that it was late in the year to plant, but the few vegetables Miroku had chosen would get at least a couple more yields. It would at least be good practice for when they could start a proper garden the following year. She carefully rewrapped the seeds and placed them back into the pouch, tucking them away. She shuffled the vegetables under her arm and led the way into the house.
“Damn,” Inuyasha swore behind her as she gauged the water level for cooking.
“What is it?”
“We haven’t even started on getting’ the dirt turned over yet. You wanna do that tomorrow?”
“Um,” she started, determining they’d need to refill the water for the night. “I’ll be with Kaede most of tomorrow, we’re getting started on creating barriers. You think you could handle it on your own?” She turned around with a bucket in hand.
Inuyasha scoffed, crossing his arms.
“Who do you think I am? Of course I can handle it…” he paused, actually considering his very limited knowledge in planting seeds. He blinked, and asked seriously, “just loosening the soil, right? I know how to dig, at least.”
Kagome nodded and shoved the bucket into his hands, asking him to run to the river for her. Kagome had the kindling cracking and catching the larger logs when her husband returned outside the small house. He pushed back the screen as Kagome began washing the vegetables in the leftover water from breakfast. She looked up at Inuyasha as he set the bucket beside her.
“Inuyasha?”
“Yeah?”
Kagome bit her lip and went to slicing up their dinner.
“We need to discuss this. We should have talked about this more a while ago.”
She heard him sit across from her with a heavy thud, fully understanding what she meant. She looked up to him, staring away, playing with the fang that grew in crooked after he knocked his front teeth out the last time. Oftentimes he’d cut himself on it, playing with it like a child with their first loose tooth. She knew he was paying attention, but at the same time, he always got this way with tougher subjects. She stilled her hands, setting the small knife beside her cooking pot.
“Inuyasha. Can you look at me a second?”
He slowly obeyed, slit pupils constricting as he glanced past the fire. He took a deep breath and sat up a little straighter, giving her his full attention. Kagome nodded.
“I do want to…have a baby eventually…just, I mean...”
Inuyasha’s eyes widened ever so slightly. Kagome bit her lip for a second, looking down to resume dinner prep. She swallowed her nerves as she continued with the next part in a much quieter voice.
“Honestly we should have started talking about this before we started having sex. It’s not like there’s condoms in this time period, so we… but I mean if we just never discussed this and kept at it like last night—and this morning—I’d get pregnant anyways, if I wasn’t paying attention then I might’ve gotten pregnant just from last night so then—”
“Kagome,” he interrupted, flaming red. “You’re not—”
“I know, Inuyasha. There’s no chance that I’d already be. I’ve got like three days until I’ll start my period so I’m way past ovulation,” Kagome plowed through, trying to get to her point though voicing her thoughts was embarrassing. She locked eyes with Inuyasha, his eyes wide and his face and throat completely flushed. He opened his mouth to say something, but she continued; “Do…do you want a child, Inuyasha? I didn’t even think to ask you…”
He blinked, glancing down at her hands. “Y-you sure you want to have a kid?”
The blush slowly began to drain from her face. ‘what?’ her heart slowly slid down into her gut. Her hands stilled as she took a moment to process the fact that…it wasn’t like having a baby was a requirement for her to be happy. It was just that she had always pictured children coming into the equation when she thought of what marriage was supposed to be. Sure, some couples never had children, but she just thought—just dreamed—that she would become a mother someday. She thought, with Inuyasha, she and he would become parents. She had imagined and hoped that whatever children they had might inherit his ears. She imagined sleepless nights with a crying baby, frequent baths for a mud-caked toddler, tantrums, stroking a young one’s back when they were crying…but if he didn’t want to have children…well, she’d learn to accept that. She loved Inuyasha, and she wouldn’t force him to care for a child he wouldn’t want.
But the next words slipped past her lips without her consent.
“You don’t?”
Inuyasha’s eyes snapped back to his wife’s. He crouched forward, slapping his hands on the floor. He shook his head quickly.
“That’s not—! I do! I do.”
His eyes softened as his gaze dropped to her chin, looking beyond her and just looking outward. He exhaled and he sat back into a more relaxed position. Kagome blinked slowly, trying to make out just what he’d meant by the comment if it didn’t mean he didn’t want a child.
“That would be…” His voice was almost a whisper. “To be a father…that’s—I’d like that.” His gaze rose again. “What I meant was, are you sure you want to have my kid?”
Kagome’s brows knit in confusion.
“Who else’s kid would I have? You’re my husband, I love you.”
He dipped his chin, never breaking his wife’s gaze. “You’re okay with that? You’d be willing to do that?”
Kagome huffed and rolled her eyes. “Have your babies?” The question was rhetorical.
Inuyasha sat back further. “Okay, okay. But what if they come out weird?”
“Weird how?”
“What if—” his ears twitched, “they look like me?”
Kagome groaned. “So that’s what this is about? I thought you got over this?” She leaned forward, reaching for the top of his head. He leaned away but she scooted forward, catching an ear gently. She traced the edge with her thumb and rubbed tenderly. “I’m kind of hoping they do look like you.” Inuyasha blushed, trying not to lean into her touch, although the soft massage felt pleasant.
Inuyasha scoffed, looking off to the side. “You’re the only one who likes my ears, you know.”
“Sango’s girls seem fond of them,” she joked. “And not just that, you’re really good looking, you know? If we have a kid as attractive as you are, you’ll be beating the suitors back night and day. You’ll hate it.”
“Stop that,” he said, waving her away from his ears with a dark blush.
Kagome sat back on her calves, resting her hands in her lap. “So, you’re okay with having children?” Inuyasha nodded. “Okay. Good. But um...can we wait a little while? It’s just that I really want to spend more time with you before we bring a kid into the equation.”
Inuyasha glanced at the ceiling for a second. “Sure, you’re younger than Sango, so a few years won’t hurt anything right?”
Kagome nodded as she bit her lip. She started to think about how they would manage this as she returned to preparing their food. She set the pot on to bring to a boil, and then clapped her hands together.
“Okay, so…I’ll need to pay better attention to my cycle, since I’ll probably ovulate right in-between my periods. Wait, is that always right? Right in the middle?” She was mostly speaking to herself, but her husband interrupted her outward thoughts.
“I can tell, you know.”
Kagome turned her attention back to her husband with a puzzled look. His face was slightly heated, but not enough to be visable.
“Your, uh, cycle. I can tell the days when you’re ready to, um…to conceive a baby. Your scent changes a few days leading up to then.”
“Oh…that’s...good to know,” she flushed. “If that’s the case, then we’ll need to avoid, ‘it’ for like three days before. That’s how long…” she swallowed her embarrassment, “semen lives in a woman’s body.”
“Oh.” He flushed slightly. “Can I say something?”
“Yeah?”
“That day when we were at the creek, right before me and Miroku left?” He turned away as Kagome’s eyes widened. He licked his lip and ended with, “So yeah…”
“Oh my god! I’m so sorry! That must have been why I was so eager to get your clothes off,” Kagome slapped her hands to her face, holding her cheeks. “Was that hard for you to do?”
Inuyasha quirked a brow. “To what? Resist you? I’m not a fuckin’ dog, Kagome. And you weren’t no bitch in heat...” he paused as she shot him a glare. “Okay, so I’ll admit I was tempted to scoop you up and run you back in the house—roof or not—but I knew better than to get you pregnant the first time. I’m not some kind of animal. I would have never even thought that way if you hadn’t started it.”
Kagome chuckled nervously as she apologized. He waved her off, smiling. Kagome nodded and chopped the last bits of flavorful herbs for the food. It would be a while before it was done cooking, so leaving it a fair distance from the fire, the couple spent a few minutes outside looking over their future garden plot. Kagome instructed exactly where she wanted the edges, and Inuyasha shoved sticks in to mark the corners. That done, they went in to eat.
They didn’t talk a whole lot the rest of the night, but they didn’t need to. This was the sort of silence Inuyasha preferred. They went back outside for a while, watching the clouds move in front of the tiny sliver of moon and the bright stars. Kagome reminded her husband how much she loved the stars in this era. He was told this dozens of times during their shard hunt, but he always enjoyed how sweetly she talked about the stars she never got to see in her world. She could tell him a million more times, and he’s listen.
He drug her in after she yawned the first time. She insisted she was fine, but he made her lay down with him, holding her tightly against him. She was out a few minutes later. He buried his nose in her hair, enjoying her scent until her kicking fit started up again. He groaned. It probably would be like this every night—he realized as he locked his legs around hers. It was so much easier to restrict her movements while he was a hanyou.
“Uh, hi there,” the white-haired youth greeted awkwardly, blinking down at the green-clad toddler. She immediately started climbing his leg.
“What have I told you about climbing on people? Koyuki…” Miroku chastised from the garden, holding one finger out to her. Koyuki frowned and let go of Inuyasha’s leg. She held her hands up in the universal gesture of ‘pick me up.’ Inuyasha rolled his eyes and obliged, scooping her up under the arms. He held her just out of range of his ears, but she stretched to try to reach them anyway.
“Me tooo~o!” Came the whine of the older twin, holding her arms in the same gesture. Inuyasha huffed, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned.
“Sorry, Inuyasha,” Miroku apologized, brushing the dirt off his hands.
“S’okay. As much as I complain, I don’t mind these two, that much,” he said, scooping the other twin up.
Miroku smiled at his good friend. He knew full well that Inuyasha loved those little girls nearly as much as he and Sango did. He had tried to avoid them right after their birth, saying he didn’t like kids, but it didn’t take long for the girls to notice their weird uncle and his weird ears. Yukie’s first word had been ‘up’ and was directed towards Inuyasha with grasping hands. Sango convinced Inuyasha that he was obligated to pick the little one up, and that was that.
“Oh yeah?” Inuyasha commented, keeping conversation with the girls. Miroku knew Inuyasha wanted to speak with him, but the girls kept babbling on in semi-understandable Japanese, forcing Inuyasha to devote most of his attention to them. For as much as he said he hated kids, he wasn’t that bad at interacting with them.
“You know, I almost think they like you better than me,” Miroku chuckled.
Inuyasha raised a brow. “I think it’s just the ears.”
The monk shook his head. “No, I genuinely think they’ll miss the attention when you’re busy doting on your own children,” he said, smirking, when his friend turned bright red. “So tell me, you and Kagome have started working on an heir, yes?”
The girls turned up a curious glance when their living chair started sputtering.
“W-why you—!” He stopped himself, just barely, from giving the monk a name the girls didn’t need to hear. He looked around for a second for something to—
Kagome poked her head around the corner of the open door, spotting her husband at the far side of Sango’s garden. She smiled before ducking back into the house. Inuyasha checked with Miroku to see that he was finished in the garden, having selected enough vegetables for dinner and they both went inside to join the girls. Kagome was folding one last item while Sango was playing with Ichiro.
“Ah, here you go, Kagome,” Miroku said, handing her a small pouch. Kagome nodded and blinked down to Sango when she heard a laugh issue from the baby.
“Oh! He’s laughing already,” Kagome swooned suddenly over the baby, coming to sit beside his mother.
“It’s a recent development,” Sango said with a chuckle. Kagome held her face in her hands, loving the pealing laughter when Sango kissed the baby’s forehead. Sango smiled back at the friend squirming happily in her seat.
“Arms,” Sango said quietly. Kagome held out her arms for Sango to transfer the baby over. The infant gave Kagome a strange look, recognizing that this face was not his mother’s but smiled when Kagome kissed his head. He no longer had that ‘new baby’ smell that Kagome had enjoyed when she first came back but he still smelled like a freshly bathed little one. Kagome blew a raspberry on his belly, making him burst out laughing louder than before. It wasn’t just Kagome laughing with the sound. An infant’s laugh is infectious.
“Ah, he’s sooo cute. I so want one,” she laughed lightheartedly, Sango wiping a tear away as her own laughter died down. Kagome didn’t mean anything by it, but a smirk spread to the monk’s features. He suddenly clapped the hanyou on the back and declared loudly,
“You heard her, my friend. Your young wife wishes for a child, you should oblige immediately.”
Inuyasha’s eyes grew wide while his eyebrows knit with a crease as he stared back at his wife. She mirrored the expression, barely a blush creeping into her color, more surprised at having her innocent comment twisted in such a way than embarrassed. A bright flush did come to Inuyasha’s face, however, as he turned a glare towards the monk, grin still plastered to his face.
“Why you motherfuuu…”
He stalled out when two tiny hands tapped on either side of his face. He blinked rapidly, staring at the two little girls in either arm with their tiny palms against his cheek. They both were curious about the face he was making. Did their father say something bad?
“Miroku, don’t be so crude…” Sango said in a reprimanding tone, glaring at her husband. He feigned innocence and appall at her accusation.
“Oh, I didn’t really mean anything by it. It is no fault of mine that there is just the one way to create a child.”
“The hell you didn’t,” Inuyasha barked, nearly barking in actuality from his rising temper.
The intensity of Sango’s glare sent a shiver down Miroku’s spine. He swallowed any additional comments he might have made and held his hands up in defeat.
“Sorry, sorry. I should not have said anything.”
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The trip home that night was silent for the young couple. Sango had to feed Ichiro before starting on dinner, so they chose that time to leave to start on their own meal.
Although the wording wasn’t the best, Miroku had broached a subject the newlyweds had neglected to discuss as of yet. Though, from the quiet between the two as they marched into the forest, finding the various trees much more interesting than their partner, one might assume they planned to leave that discussion where it lie. They hadn’t forgotten. They simply wanted to ignore it.
Slight movement drew Inuyasha’s attention however, as his wife shifted the bundle of vegetables and herbs to her other arm. He blinked, turned his face back away and then back. The quiet was getting to his a little bit. He didn’t mind quiet moments, but there was a poignant unease to the silence this time.
“Do you want me to carry that?” he asked quietly.
Kaede had given Kagome a few from her garden, and the others were from a villager thanking Kagome for helping with his son’s sprained ankle. Kagome tried to refuse the vegetables—she had just wrapped it and applied something for the swelling—but he insisted. The man knew—the village did—that Kagome was a little late getting a garden started. It was nice though, these ingredients would make for a nice vegetable soup for tonight, and she would be able to pickle the others with Sango’s help.
“I’ve got it,” she replied, glancing his direction. Their eyes met for a millisecond before Inuyasha turned away again, scratching his head. As they rounded a large tree, their house was fully in view. Kagome still stared her husband’s way, chewing her lip. He glanced back awkwardly, feeling her eyes on him before quickly turning back away, clearing his throat slightly. Kagome frowned. He probably had the same thing on his mind as she did. She sighed, finally ready to talk.
“Um, Inuyasha, I know that—”
“Hey,” he cut her off, finally looking at her fully, “that reminds me. What did Miroku give you earlier?”
Kagome squinted in confusion.
Inuyasha blinked. “When we were headed out,” he clarified, “He gave you something—a little pouch.”
“Oh yeah,” she walked a little slower to pull something out of her clothing. She produced a little sewn purse. She stopped a few meters from their door and told Inuyasha to hold out his hand. She dumped a small, cloth-wrapped bundle into his palm for him to give her a look of confusion. She tilted her head with a smile, encouraging him to unwrap the little square of fabric.
“Seeds?”
Kagome nodded. Sango had said that it was late in the year to plant, but the few vegetables Miroku had chosen would get at least a couple more yields. It would at least be good practice for when they could start a proper garden the following year. She carefully rewrapped the seeds and placed them back into the pouch, tucking them away. She shuffled the vegetables under her arm and led the way into the house.
“Damn,” Inuyasha swore behind her as she gauged the water level for cooking.
“What is it?”
“We haven’t even started on getting’ the dirt turned over yet. You wanna do that tomorrow?”
“Um,” she started, determining they’d need to refill the water for the night. “I’ll be with Kaede most of tomorrow, we’re getting started on creating barriers. You think you could handle it on your own?” She turned around with a bucket in hand.
Inuyasha scoffed, crossing his arms.
“Who do you think I am? Of course I can handle it…” he paused, actually considering his very limited knowledge in planting seeds. He blinked, and asked seriously, “just loosening the soil, right? I know how to dig, at least.”
Kagome nodded and shoved the bucket into his hands, asking him to run to the river for her. Kagome had the kindling cracking and catching the larger logs when her husband returned outside the small house. He pushed back the screen as Kagome began washing the vegetables in the leftover water from breakfast. She looked up at Inuyasha as he set the bucket beside her.
“Inuyasha?”
“Yeah?”
Kagome bit her lip and went to slicing up their dinner.
“We need to discuss this. We should have talked about this more a while ago.”
She heard him sit across from her with a heavy thud, fully understanding what she meant. She looked up to him, staring away, playing with the fang that grew in crooked after he knocked his front teeth out the last time. Oftentimes he’d cut himself on it, playing with it like a child with their first loose tooth. She knew he was paying attention, but at the same time, he always got this way with tougher subjects. She stilled her hands, setting the small knife beside her cooking pot.
“Inuyasha. Can you look at me a second?”
He slowly obeyed, slit pupils constricting as he glanced past the fire. He took a deep breath and sat up a little straighter, giving her his full attention. Kagome nodded.
“I do want to…have a baby eventually…just, I mean...”
Inuyasha’s eyes widened ever so slightly. Kagome bit her lip for a second, looking down to resume dinner prep. She swallowed her nerves as she continued with the next part in a much quieter voice.
“Honestly we should have started talking about this before we started having sex. It’s not like there’s condoms in this time period, so we… but I mean if we just never discussed this and kept at it like last night—and this morning—I’d get pregnant anyways, if I wasn’t paying attention then I might’ve gotten pregnant just from last night so then—”
“Kagome,” he interrupted, flaming red. “You’re not—”
“I know, Inuyasha. There’s no chance that I’d already be. I’ve got like three days until I’ll start my period so I’m way past ovulation,” Kagome plowed through, trying to get to her point though voicing her thoughts was embarrassing. She locked eyes with Inuyasha, his eyes wide and his face and throat completely flushed. He opened his mouth to say something, but she continued; “Do…do you want a child, Inuyasha? I didn’t even think to ask you…”
He blinked, glancing down at her hands. “Y-you sure you want to have a kid?”
The blush slowly began to drain from her face. ‘what?’ her heart slowly slid down into her gut. Her hands stilled as she took a moment to process the fact that…it wasn’t like having a baby was a requirement for her to be happy. It was just that she had always pictured children coming into the equation when she thought of what marriage was supposed to be. Sure, some couples never had children, but she just thought—just dreamed—that she would become a mother someday. She thought, with Inuyasha, she and he would become parents. She had imagined and hoped that whatever children they had might inherit his ears. She imagined sleepless nights with a crying baby, frequent baths for a mud-caked toddler, tantrums, stroking a young one’s back when they were crying…but if he didn’t want to have children…well, she’d learn to accept that. She loved Inuyasha, and she wouldn’t force him to care for a child he wouldn’t want.
But the next words slipped past her lips without her consent.
“You don’t?”
Inuyasha’s eyes snapped back to his wife’s. He crouched forward, slapping his hands on the floor. He shook his head quickly.
“That’s not—! I do! I do.”
His eyes softened as his gaze dropped to her chin, looking beyond her and just looking outward. He exhaled and he sat back into a more relaxed position. Kagome blinked slowly, trying to make out just what he’d meant by the comment if it didn’t mean he didn’t want a child.
“That would be…” His voice was almost a whisper. “To be a father…that’s—I’d like that.” His gaze rose again. “What I meant was, are you sure you want to have my kid?”
Kagome’s brows knit in confusion.
“Who else’s kid would I have? You’re my husband, I love you.”
He dipped his chin, never breaking his wife’s gaze. “You’re okay with that? You’d be willing to do that?”
Kagome huffed and rolled her eyes. “Have your babies?” The question was rhetorical.
Inuyasha sat back further. “Okay, okay. But what if they come out weird?”
“Weird how?”
“What if—” his ears twitched, “they look like me?”
Kagome groaned. “So that’s what this is about? I thought you got over this?” She leaned forward, reaching for the top of his head. He leaned away but she scooted forward, catching an ear gently. She traced the edge with her thumb and rubbed tenderly. “I’m kind of hoping they do look like you.” Inuyasha blushed, trying not to lean into her touch, although the soft massage felt pleasant.
Inuyasha scoffed, looking off to the side. “You’re the only one who likes my ears, you know.”
“Sango’s girls seem fond of them,” she joked. “And not just that, you’re really good looking, you know? If we have a kid as attractive as you are, you’ll be beating the suitors back night and day. You’ll hate it.”
“Stop that,” he said, waving her away from his ears with a dark blush.
Kagome sat back on her calves, resting her hands in her lap. “So, you’re okay with having children?” Inuyasha nodded. “Okay. Good. But um...can we wait a little while? It’s just that I really want to spend more time with you before we bring a kid into the equation.”
Inuyasha glanced at the ceiling for a second. “Sure, you’re younger than Sango, so a few years won’t hurt anything right?”
Kagome nodded as she bit her lip. She started to think about how they would manage this as she returned to preparing their food. She set the pot on to bring to a boil, and then clapped her hands together.
“Okay, so…I’ll need to pay better attention to my cycle, since I’ll probably ovulate right in-between my periods. Wait, is that always right? Right in the middle?” She was mostly speaking to herself, but her husband interrupted her outward thoughts.
“I can tell, you know.”
Kagome turned her attention back to her husband with a puzzled look. His face was slightly heated, but not enough to be visable.
“Your, uh, cycle. I can tell the days when you’re ready to, um…to conceive a baby. Your scent changes a few days leading up to then.”
“Oh…that’s...good to know,” she flushed. “If that’s the case, then we’ll need to avoid, ‘it’ for like three days before. That’s how long…” she swallowed her embarrassment, “semen lives in a woman’s body.”
“Oh.” He flushed slightly. “Can I say something?”
“Yeah?”
“That day when we were at the creek, right before me and Miroku left?” He turned away as Kagome’s eyes widened. He licked his lip and ended with, “So yeah…”
“Oh my god! I’m so sorry! That must have been why I was so eager to get your clothes off,” Kagome slapped her hands to her face, holding her cheeks. “Was that hard for you to do?”
Inuyasha quirked a brow. “To what? Resist you? I’m not a fuckin’ dog, Kagome. And you weren’t no bitch in heat...” he paused as she shot him a glare. “Okay, so I’ll admit I was tempted to scoop you up and run you back in the house—roof or not—but I knew better than to get you pregnant the first time. I’m not some kind of animal. I would have never even thought that way if you hadn’t started it.”
Kagome chuckled nervously as she apologized. He waved her off, smiling. Kagome nodded and chopped the last bits of flavorful herbs for the food. It would be a while before it was done cooking, so leaving it a fair distance from the fire, the couple spent a few minutes outside looking over their future garden plot. Kagome instructed exactly where she wanted the edges, and Inuyasha shoved sticks in to mark the corners. That done, they went in to eat.
They didn’t talk a whole lot the rest of the night, but they didn’t need to. This was the sort of silence Inuyasha preferred. They went back outside for a while, watching the clouds move in front of the tiny sliver of moon and the bright stars. Kagome reminded her husband how much she loved the stars in this era. He was told this dozens of times during their shard hunt, but he always enjoyed how sweetly she talked about the stars she never got to see in her world. She could tell him a million more times, and he’s listen.
He drug her in after she yawned the first time. She insisted she was fine, but he made her lay down with him, holding her tightly against him. She was out a few minutes later. He buried his nose in her hair, enjoying her scent until her kicking fit started up again. He groaned. It probably would be like this every night—he realized as he locked his legs around hers. It was so much easier to restrict her movements while he was a hanyou.