InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Woman I Call My Wife ❯ Birthday ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By: axel720

Howdy again. Just wanted to say thanks for all the feedback I've been getting for this little collection of mine. It really boosts the confidence and gets me writing more.

This one's for Kiki. Keep at it, gurrrl.

Disclaimer: InuYasha and all of it's character's belong to Rumiko Takahashi. Kai is mine though =p

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“Move a little to the left...” I grunt in her ear.

Kagome whimpers softly, shifting beneath me and the light sheets to move her hips against mine. My breath comes in pants and hers catches in her throat when I hit that little swollen bump inside her. I graze it again and again. She doesn't moan, she doesn't scream.

We need to be quiet.

My hair sticks to my sweaty skin and falls around her; her black tresses make swirls and webs on the cushy pillows. Kagome's soft hands are on my back, clutching, scratching, and her half-lidded eyes are on mine; those watery grey-blue eyes full of passion and lust. Her cheeks are flushed and her lips are swollen and raw from kissing and biting, from sucking and from trying not to scream.

We can't make any fucking noise.

“Ohh...”

She arches her back and I drive into her soaking wet heat.

“Shh!”

She whimpers that fucking sexy little whimper and bites her lip. I lean in and capture the abused pinkness with my mouth and soothe it with sweeps of my tongue. Her smaller appendage dances with mine in the most delicious way and her sweet cavern becomes mine to explore. I run my tongue over her teeth and gums; caress the roof of her mouth and the corners of her lips.

We break away when breathing gets too hard and our body heat starts burning. I lick her cheek, her neck, her gorgeous chest and I can't help but pump my hips faster. I can't get enough of this woman; she tastes too fucking good...

“Oh God, InuYasha...”

I touch my forehead to hers and feel our damp skin rub together with our movements. She tightens the hold her legs have on my hips and she clutches more at my back and she sends shivers, delicious shivers, down my spine with every move. The place we're joined is sticky and warm; her muscles clench around me, rippled and slick, and she squeezes me as I draw out of her. The more I thrust the more she moans.

“Shut up, wench,” I tell her.

“I can't!” she whines back.

“You think it's easy for me to keep quiet!?” I whisper harshly.

God Kagome, it isn't easy.

I want to moan, I want to growl, I want to scream like a bitch from the way you make me feel.

The sheets ripple around us and the sun peaks into our bedroom, glowing off the translucent white curtains on the window and bringing with it the smells of morning. I smell dew on the grass, fresh and moist. I smell blooming flowers in the garden and the chill of the early morning wind. I smell Kagome's musky scent entwined with mine, her saliva on my lips and her cream on my fingers.

The headboard starts hitting the wall and I know I've got to calm down.

Her nails run down my back, “Please, Inu...” she moans quietly, “faster.”

“We've gotta--” her muscles clench around my cock and her lips and tongue are on that spot just under my jaw. I grunt and shove my face beside hers into the pillow to stifle my moan when she clings to me with her legs and starts fucking me back. Her cries rise in volume and her fluid movements rub our stomachs together and move me inside her just the way she likes. I try to say `be quiet' but it comes out as a muffled “fuuuuuck”.

Kagome, you still drive me crazy.

“Wench,” I grunt near her ear and grip a hand to her hip to still her, “take it easy.” I say, and use my free hand to touch her warm cheek. Her eyelids flutter closed and I run a thumb over her puffy lips. Her dark, long eyelashes are wet and her eyebrows are knotted together in sweet frustration. My hips slow to a halt and we lie there, sweaty, panting and staring at each other. Her thigh feels good in my hand, her face feels soft and her lips are damp.

“You're beautiful,” I tell her.

She takes my thumb into her mouth and I groan through my teeth.

I brace myself up on my arms and use all the strength I have to pound my wife into the mattress. She squeals in delight, throws her head back so that her gorgeous neck is perfect for marking. I lean in and use my teeth, grunting against her skin and biting, reinforcing the little marks that show everyone she's mine.

I grind out, “I think I'm going to cum,” and I can tell I'm about to when those little nervous spasms start happening in the tip of my shaft and under my balls.

She can tell when my movements become more urgent, when I hold her more desperately and cry her name into her neck over and over.

“Kagome...”

Thrust.

“Kagome...”

I hear her swallow between moans and by the way her breath hitches I can tell she's about to come too. The sweat acts like lubricant and we slide together perfectly, the dark place I'm invading her again and again is sticky and hot. She grips my upper arms and I can see the thrill she gets from feeling straining, shaking muscle beneath her hands.

“Inu!” she cries out, burying her face into my neck and shuddering with a pleasure I know only I can produce.

Her muscles ripple deliciously around me and I come; that mind-numbing, toe-curling, star-bursting sensation has me jerking inside her and collapsing; quivering on top of her. A breath of air comes through the open window and brings with it more morning scents. It ripples the sheets around us and kisses the sweat on my back. It doesn't take me long to realize it's getting hot and the fucking sun is rising right in front of my face.

“Fuck,” I say as I roll off of her after a few moments, she makes a small noise as my weight lifts away and settles herself comfortably by my side. She nestles herself into my chest and rests her head near my shoulder, her hair spread out all over the place.

“Do you think he heard us?” she asks, drawing lazy patterns on my chest while the sun creeps into the room.

“Keh.”

She sighs, closing her eyes, “That was amazing,” she tells me.

Damn straight.

“...Keh.”

And we settle in comfortably, snoozing in the early hours of Sunday, cradled in each other's arms. But then the door bursts open and I see a flash of black in the morning light;

“Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday! Happy Birthdaaaay!”

And a flying Kai pounces onto the bed with a flourish.

“Oi!”

“Happy Birthday, Daddy!” He smiles broadly with a front tooth missing and holds out some sort of present; a box wrapped in scraps of blue paper and a huge amount of sticky-tape.

Kagome smiles her brilliant smile, “Happy Birthday, Daddy.” She sits up and rests her weight on her elbow, holding the bed sheet over her chest. I sit up as well and face the 6-year-old, careful of my nakedness beneath the sheets.

Kai holds up the ball of sticky-tape and pushes it in front of my face, “I wrapped it myself, daddy!” His golden eyes glitter happily and I catch a trace of drool on the corner of his mouth from his excitement.

My eyes dart between the colourful bundle of paper and tape and my son's smiling face.

“I chose it all by myself! I saved up money to buy it!” He drops the present and springs off the bed, almost tripping on his Spiderman pajama pants. The room is deathly silent and still; I can hear Kagome's breathing beside me and we just stare at the open door and then at each other.

Kai's voice emerges again.

“Look!” He exclaims, and holds out his blue dinosaur piggy bank, “I bought it with my own money, daddy, just like you said. I saved it to buy something nice like you told me to,” he rattles the dinosaur and I hear a few jingling coins. He pounces onto the bed again and walks on his knees toward us. I can only stare as he tosses the jingling piggy bank over his shoulder and holds up the present again.

He pauses. “Are you ok, daddy?” Kai leans toward me with that utterly naive expression that only a child could wear.

My heart is cracking my ribs apart.

But now even Kagome is looking at me weird. She puts a soft hand to my shoulder, “What's wrong, InuYasha?”

“Yeah,” Kai mimics her, his eyes big and innocent, “What's wrong?”

What's wrong?

I love you too much.

“I'm fine, champ,” I say, smiling as broadly as I can through the tears that are prickling and stinging at the back of my eyes.

Children need to hear lies sometimes.

He smiles and holds up my present again; “Open it!”

“Okay!” I say, copying his enthusiasm. I take the present from his little hands and I give Kagome a questioning look.

How the fuck do I open this thing?

***

“Ice-cream!”

Kai zooms ahead of us towards the ice-cream truck, holding out his arms like an airplane.

“Be careful, Kai!” Kagome calls after him.

The park isn't busy today; a few kids in the playground and a few joggers passing through. It's quiet, peaceful. Perfect. The grass is green, crunching under my shoes, the trees are shady and my wife looks gorgeous. She flicks raven hair over her shoulder and smiles at me, blue eyes sparkling. The sun filters in through the trees and casts an ethereal shine on her little white dress. Fucking gorgeous.

I lace my hand with hers and we walk in the peaceful park, side by side.

“Where should we sit?” she asks, looking around.

I'm not paying attention; her tits look too damn good.

She turns to me, “InuYasha?”

“Mm?”

She frowns, following my gaze to the hint of cleavage pressing up through white cotton.

“You're lucky it's your birthday,” She says, blushing a little and turning away.

Kagome leads me to one of the larger trees; probably the shadiest spot in the wide park. The picnic basket rustles as she releases my hand and puts it down; pulling out one of those typical checkered picnic blankets and bending over to set it nicely on the floor.

Her ass looks fantastic.

“Oi, wench,” I say softly to get her attention.

On all fours, she keeps unpacking the picnic basket, “Mm?” a loaf of bread, a plate of cheeses.

I drop to my knees and crawl up behind her.

“Wench,” I say again, because the offense usually gets her attention.

A bottle of ketchup, some plastic cups, “What is it, InuYasha?” she asks absently, and continues to unpack the basket.

I guess she's gotten used to it.

I can still hear the tune of the ice-cream truck in the background and I know I've only got a little bit before Kai comes zooming back. “Bitch,” I say with a warning in my tone, but before she can answer my arms are around her waist and I've pulled her into my lap.

“Oh!” she gasps, surprised. It takes her only a short while to calm down and relax into my chest, her shoulders sagging and her head resting back on my shoulder. We stay like that for a while, the trees rustling overhead and the ice-cream man's music repeating from the road.

I sigh and close my eyes, holding my wife close.

“Hey, InuYasha...” she begins, stroking my arm at her waist with delicate fingers. “Remember that time you took me right here, in this park?”

The low, thick quality of her voice and the suggestive way in which she said it had me poking through my pants in no time.

I swallow, “Yeah.”

“You're amazing...” I pant, gasping between kisses and hiking her leg up to press myself more fully into her and more firmly against the tree.

It's the largest tree in the park.

Her little dress - blue, like her eyes - covers my hand as I explore beneath its hem; her thighs feeling fantastic and her ass filling my palm like nothing else. She gasps in the night air as I slip my hand into her panties and she moans softly, taking my lips as her own to hold her silence. Her hips start making little movements against my hand and wetness soaks my fingers as soon as I get the damp cotton out of the way.

“You're so fucking wet...”I groan into her mouth.

My fingers slip in far too smoothly and her muscles grip far too tightly.

“This isn't even fair...” I whine, snuggling my face in the crook of her neck and inhaling the smell of her hair.

I bury three fingers inside her.

She bucks into my palm, “InuYasha!”

The air is still and cool and the shadows of the night cover us well, but the thrill of being seen insistently clutches at my spine. This is the first time we've done something like this...

“Faster!” she gasps. Her cheeks are streaked with moisture and flushed with pink.

My digits are covered in her cream and I lance them into her without mercy, my thumb rubbing wet circles around her clit. Her hips push into my hand and she thrashes against me, moaning.

I push her back into the tree.

My left arm strains to hold her weight up - not because I'm weak, but because I'm squeezing her ass as hard as I can and because I have nothing to relieve the screaming pressure in my pants. I can smell her from up here; her pussy open and ready, quivering under my attack. I slow the movements of my hand and I love the way she begs, so desperate for more.

“I want to taste you,” I tell her.

She whimpers back and opens her legs more.

I groan and release her, dropping to my knees at the rush of her scent; that heavy, musky sweet smell that is so purely Kagome.

I want it all.

Her skin is heated when I touch her, my hands running up her thighs and hooking under her underwear to drag down the skimpy bit of cotton. Her legs; her incredible, sexy legs, shake under my touch and I release her panties. They drop to her ankles and I hear her breath catch in her throat when my hands trail back upwards again.

“Hold this,” I say and I hand her the hem of her dress.

She complies without a moment's hesitation and I lean in. I put a hand on the smooth inside of each thigh and urge them further apart; her flower bare and open before me.

I bury my face into her delicious pussy.

Her cream soaks into every taste bud in my mouth and I fight the urge to take a bite. Her knuckles go white while she's holding her dress up and her lovely stomach tenses up. The shuddering movement draws my attention to her belly button and, with heavy-lidded eyes; I kiss a sloppy trail to it and make love to it with my tongue. She whimpers, she begs.

So I let my hands join the fun.

The soft skin on her abdomen is like silk to my lips and the velvety muscles in her channel clench and spasm around my fingers. I push and pull them inside and out of her slowly, sensuously, and I mimic the movements in her bellybutton with my tongue.

The combination makes her whine.

“InuYasha!” she sucks in air desperately, “Please...please!”

I chuckle softly and kiss my way back toward her treasure, my fingers speeding up their pace. I massage a thigh with my free hand and I can feel the blood pulsing - pumping all around her nether regions and soaking her insides with warmth. I watch for a bit the way my fingers pull out of her, glistening and almost pruned. She can feel my hot breath on her; she wants it.

“InuYasha...” she begs, frustrated with the fact that she has to occupy her hands with holding her dress up.

“Hold it with your teeth,” I mutter into her nest of curls.

She does, and her hands are in my hair before I can blink. She runs her fingers through the silver, making sounds through clenched teeth and cotton. I latch my lips onto her clit and I suck hard. Kagome's cries rise rapidly in volume, her grip on my head grows stronger, and it only encourages me to toy more with the sensitive bud. She thrusts her hips towards me and holds me in place while I graze my teeth against her.

And I love it.

I lance her with fingers and tongue, her intoxicating taste drenching every corner of my mouth. The slippery, hot muscles inside her feel like silk and I can feel her tremble with every stroke. She calls my name through her teeth, over and over, and soon, her thighs start shaking, barely able to hold her up.

I fucking love it.

I can't hold it in anymore, and just when she's about to scream I release her and pull her to the ground in front of me. My cock is pressing too painfully in my pants and I have to take a moment to unzip them and relieve some of the painful pressure. Kagome is panting, leaning her back to the base of the tree for support. I hear the zipper unzip and I feel the denim loosen around me, my dick springing out eagerly while I watch her; legs spread out and flushed in pleasure and frustration.

“You ok?” I ask to the pained expression on her face.

“I need you right now,” she tells me, hiking her dress up.

It's suddenly hard to breathe.

I crawl over to her and I wiggle off my jeans, ignoring them where they get caught at my ankles. I can smell the fresh grass under my hands and the hardness of the tree's old roots. I reach my panting fiancé; her cheeks are pink, her pussy is exposed and her luscious breasts are practically busting out of her dress.

“You make me so hard...” I say, my voice much more hoarse than I intended and my hand gripping my shaft without even realizing.

She turns over in the soil and grass on her hands and knees and arches her back, sticking her perfect ass out in front of me and submitting like the bitch she is. Her pussy is aching, dripping barely and arm's length away and my dick gives a desperate throb.

“Just fuck me, InuYasha,”

Exactly what I wanted for my birthday.

She flicks me in the forehead.

“Oi!”

“Wake up, baka,” she laughs, “Caught in another daydream?”

I blink owlishly, looking down at Kagome still in my lap, “I was?”

I can see down her dress better at this angle...

“Seems like it,” she says, moving her hips and giving my boner a little nudge.

Ah, shit. And I had just gotten to the good part.

“...Mm,” I mumble stupidly.

I swallow, my cheeks going hot at the realization. I suddenly notice the grip I have on the bottom of Kagome's dress and the bare inches away I am of exposing her underwear to the happy families in the park.

“Sorry,” I say, and I smooth her dress out, covering the wonderful thighs that should never be covered.

She just smiles.

Kai zooms in; melted ice-cream all over his face, “Vroooommmm!” he stampedes onto the picnic blanket and dives into our laps. He giggles his bubbly giggle and smushes the chocolate stuff all over his face.

Kagome's smile lights up the entire park. My heart starts beating that little bit faster.

“Hm,” she begins, running her fingers through Kai's tangled hair, “We should have invited Miroku and Sango with the girls,”

I scoff, “Hell no, I don't wanna listen to you and Sango bitching on my birthday,”

She frowns and looks like she's about to explode, but she holds it back.

“Ok.” She says, shifting her attention back to Kai's messy black hair.

I'm suddenly glad it's my birthday.

My son turns to me, “Did you like my present, dad?” and for a minute I'm caught off guard. He has a knack for doing that. I smile and remember the shiny new alarm clock sitting beside the bed back home.

“Yeah, champ, I love it.”

Kagome chimes in, “He'll use it every morning.”

Bitch.

Kai laughs and with a nod; he goes back to devouring his ice-cream.

The rest of the morning and early afternoon is spent laughing and smiling so much that my cheeks get sore. I can't seem to smile enough. Kai decides to make his specialty sandwich of ham, cheese and hazelnut spread, and he's thoughtful enough to make one for me and Kagome.

“Looks like you're going to be a chef,” she says to him when he hands her the floppy creation. Kai holds one out to me with that adorably hopeful look on his face that I could never, ever refuse.

“Delicious!” I say after I take a bite.

It tastes like shit, but I eat it anyway.

Children need to hear lies sometimes.

He runs off to enjoy the playground and I'm alone with Kagome again in the warm light that filters in through the trees and makes the leaves cast crazy shadows over us. A little breeze has picked up, and I lie there with my mate on the picnic blanket, watching the leaves tumble across the grass. I can still taste the sticky mixture of hazelnut and cheese in the crooks of my back teeth and I can't seem to get the strange smell off my hands.

“Enjoying your birthday?” Kagome asks me after a long, comfortable silence.

I wrap my arms around my wife and whisper into her ear.

“I've got everything I want,” I tell her.

She turns in my arms to face me and she says “I know.”

God damn it Kagome, don't look at me like that.

***

“But I wanna watch The Little Mermaid!” Chihiro screams at Kai.

“We always watch that movie! It's stupid!” He yells back at her, “It's for girls!”

“I think we should watch a grown-up movie,” says Yuki, sounding all `grown-up'.

The argument continues in the background while I sit with my wife, Miroku and Sango at the small dining table, tea, coffee and small cakes spread out on its wooden surface. The presents they bought me lay still wrapped on the kitchen bench. I guess I'll save `em for later.

“Oh, we haven't been to Amano Park in ages,” Sango says, “And it's such a good place to take the kids.”

Kagome smiles, “It really is,” she turns to Miroku, interrupting our all-important baseball conversation, “Miro, you should take your family there sometime.”

“Pfft,” he waves her off with his hand, “Parks are boring.”

Sango cuts in, right on cue; “Miroku! You need to spend more quality time with your family!”

“The girls are too old for parks now anyway,” he argues.

“You can never be too old to go to the park, houshi!” she yells back.

Meanwhile, in the lounge room...

“The Little Mermaid!”

“Transformers!”

“Nemo!”

“Transformers!”

“I say we vote!”

“I want Little Mermaid!”

“Shut up, Chi!”

“You shut up, Kai!”

“No, you shut up!”

“No, you!”

“You!”

And back with the `adults'...

Me and Kagome exchange incredulous looks, and I poke a biscuit into my coffee, swirling it around and watching it go soggy brown. She opens her mouth timidly to say something to the fuming couple, but she's cut off right away.

“We're going tomorrow!”

“But I don't wanna go to the park!”

“We're going, Miroku, and that's final!” Sango declares, hitting her fist to the table for effect.

And then there's silence.

Until three kids rush into the room, crying. A single file of Ayumi, Chihiro and Yuki, with Kai trailing behind looking a little too guilty. Their cheeks are pink, their eyes are watery. “What happened?” Kagome asks right away, concern marring her features.

And then they all point to Kai.

I give Kagome a look that clearly says: `Why the fuck did we have to invite Miroku and Sango?' and then, while everyone tries to sort out the little spat, I can't seem to keep my eyes off her. The worried lines on her forehead, the watery cover over her blue-grey eyes.

“Alright girls, let's go home,” Sango says at last.

Some more crying follows, and the traditional slapping sound of Sango's hand connecting with Miroku's face. Once they're out the door, my ears can finally relax and unglue themselves from the top of my head. Kagome sighs and I turn my attention to her, watching her clear the dining table of the small dishes and coffee mugs while Kai stands to the side, face down and looking quite ashamed.

“I'm sorry, mommy,” he says, trying so obviously not to cry.

Kagome frowns and she keeps packing up the table, “I'm very disappointed, Kai,” she says after a while, “You don't hit people, it's wrong,” she tells him. She doesn't once look at him, and his ears flatten to his head. But she doesn't look at him.

Somehow I think that makes it hurt more.

I walk over to the boy and I crouch down beside him, putting a hand on his shoulder. It feels so small, the kid is too skinny.

“They were yelling at me, dad,” he said, his voice going up and down in the effort it took to hold in tears. The corners of his mouth were twitching and his eyes had watered over, “It hurt my ears,” he tells me. Kagome must have thought he was looking for pity.

“You still don't hit people, Kai!” she bursts out suddenly, dropping some dishes to the kitchen bench with a loud clank.

“I'm sorry!” he yells, finally breaking into tears before he runs off down the hall and into his room. He makes a point of slamming the door behind him.

It's too quiet.

My sigh almost echoes around the room, “'Gome,” I begin, and she looks away from me, “They probably ganged up on him,” I say softly, standing up and walking towards her. “You know how the girls are.”

She whips around and tears flash into her eyes, “It's still wrong, InuYasha! He'll never learn if you're soft on him!” she yells, and my ears pin themselves to my head again, “Why can't you ever take my side!?

I close the distance between us and reach out a hand to touch her, “Wench,”

“Shut up!” she snaps, and she moves away from me.

The sun has almost completely set and the only light in the apartment is the one over our heads. The sky is purple outside and everything has an eerie darkness to it. It's a little depressing. I can hear her heart racing, I can see the troubled expression on her face, the way she's nibbling her lower lip. It's pretty sexy actually...and her tits look good enough to eat...

...Oh, great.

“You're pregnant, aren't you?”

A long pause.

She nods slowly.

“I mean--I'm not sure,” she says, looking down and fiddling with a checkered tea towel on the bench. “I'm late.” Her eyes creep hesitantly towards my face, and then her expression changes, she looks confused and then timidly hopeful.

Because I'm smiling.

I step toward her and take her into my arms, “Wench,” she clings to my chest and happy tears spill from her eyes and then she's laughing, dampening my shirt in her relieved joy.

“Don't get too excited,” she tells me, and I flick a tear off her cheek with the back of my forefinger, “I'll get a test tomorrow and we'll--!”

I pick her up, my hands on her waist, and I spin her around, laughing. The sides of my mouth hurt from smiling and after the shock of being suddenly suspended in the air wears off, she's smiling too. Her eyes glitter and water over even more until I can feel tiny little tears like raindrops falling on my face. I don't care if she isn't pregnant. I love her.

I love you so fucking much, Kagome.

I lower her and crush her to my body again and hug her as hard as I can, burying my face in the crook of her neck and thinking that maybe she'll get the message without having to hear it. She wraps her arms around me and whispers in my ear.

“I love you too, InuYasha,”

***

The room is dark and I can finally settle into the warmth of my bed and hold Kagome. My pregnant Kagome that's going to give me lots of babies and keep being the wonderful woman she's always been. It's been a long day. Didn't have as much sex as I'd liked to, but still a good day. A good birthday. I lie on my back and listen to my wife's deep breathing and I stare at my shiny new alarm clock and then at the plain ceiling above.

When did I get so lucky?

“I'm sorry, mommy, I made you sad,” Kai says quietly, looking down into his lap and twirling his thumbs.

Kagome sits beside him on his Dragonball Z covered bed and brushes his bangs from his face, “It's ok, Kai,” she says softly, “Just don't do it again.”

“Ok,” he says, reaching up to hug her.

I watch their embrace from where I stand, leaning on the doorframe to his bedroom. Kai's body looks so small in her arms and I remember watching them together when he was much smaller. He's still small, I guess. Pretty huge head though. But I suppose that's what they mean when they say `they grow so fast'. Once he's older, he won't need me anymore, and it'll just be me and Kagome again. And the baby.

But I love Kai. He's my son; I don't want him to leave...

“Come on, guys,” I call to them, “Let's watch Transformers.”

Kagome smiles and Kai springs of the bed, cheering and sprinting past me towards the lounge room. She gets up and follows him, taking my hand when she reaches the doorway and gracing my cheek with a soft kiss.

“Hurry up! It's starting!” He calls, waving us down and pointing hurriedly to the T.V and the opening credits of Transformers. It is a pretty awesome movie, I guess. “Hurry up!”

“Coming, coming,” Kagome says, laughing.

We go to Kai and settle on the couch that fits all of us and keep only half our attention on the movie and the other half on the expression on his face. We snuggle up comfortably and spend the rest of my birthday watching robots save the world.

Guess I gotta make the best of being a dad before he grows up.

A knock at the door pulls me from my half sleep and it's hard to open my heavy eyelids properly. What time is it?

The door creaks open just a fraction and I see Kai's distinct outline in the darkness. I look at my new alarm clock. It's late.

“Boy?” I whisper in the darkness, careful of waking Kagome.

The plush carpet makes his entrance soundless and he walks up to me slowly, knowing the importance of the silence and what I'll do to him if we wakes his mother.

“I can't sleep,” he tells me under his breath.

I sigh and sit up, turning towards him and lowering my feet off the bed, “Just lie down and close your eyes,” I tell him. His eyes flick to my feet and then back to my face.

“I had a bad dream,” he says, his voice wavering. He looks ashamed of himself, scared, like I'm going to punish him for being afraid.

Maybe I'm not too good at this father thing.

I take his hand and stand out of bed, “Come on,” I lead him quietly out of the room and close the door behind us, knowing my way to the kitchen in the darkness.

It's only once we get there that I turn on some lights. Kai sits on the cushioned stool at the bench and I rummage in the pantry for some cocoa. Cold milk from the fridge, a mug. The glasses clang together softly. I make us both some chocolate milk, heating it in the microwave. We both wince at the loud `beep' that comes from the machine when it's done.

I hand him a mug, wisps of steam snaking from the drink, “This'll help you sleep. Careful.”

“Thanks,” he says, and takes a sip anyway. I watch him burn his tongue, but he shows no sign of it. Is he trying to prove to me that he's strong? He thinks that he needs to?

I'm a shitty dad.

“What did you dream about?” I ask him after a long silence. I take a sip of my cocoa after blowing on it to help it cool and I lean on the kitchen bench across from my son. Kagome's cocoa is better.

I see his jaw clench and he looks suddenly older, “I don't wanna talk about it,” he says, even sounding older.

What are you trying to prove, Kai? I'm already proud of you.

I study him quietly and take another sip of the crappy drink, “Alright.”

We spend some time in each other's company in silence, each sipping slowly every now and then. I see Kai has a chocolaty milk mustache and I try not to laugh in concern for his budding pride. I smile and reach across the bench and wipe it off for him with a tea towel. He blushes and I pinch his cheek.

“You done?” I ask, pushing away from the bench and putting my empty mug in the sink.

He nods; his bright golden eyes low.

I take the mug from his little hands and put it in the sink while he hops off his stool, and I turn to walk back down the hallway, waiting by the door to his room. He pads over to me, yawning, and I pat his back and follow him into his room.

“Feeling better?”

He nods and gives me a little smile, wiggling under the Dragonball Z bed covers. He looks like his age again, my little boy. He looks up at me and I sit by him, brushing his cheek with my knuckles.

“Happy Birthday, dad,” he says. I smile down at him and I feel a little tugging at my damn heart.

“Good night, champ.” I say.

I move to get up by Kai stops me. I feel a little hand on my wrist, the grip hesitant but firm. I sit back down and wait for him to talk. He looks like he's thinking a little too hard.

“Dad,” he begins, and I can tell by the tone of his voice already that it's gonna be a question. He goes quiet.

“Yeah...?”

“If me and mommy died, what would you do?”

What the fuck?

I'm a bit startled but then he keeps looking at me with that utterly innocent curious look that only a child could wear and that I could never refuse. I don't really think about my answer, I just let it come out.

“If you died...”

I sigh and close my eyes. My heart gives another little tug.

“I would probably want to die too.” I tell him.

He barely hesitates.

“So you could be with us?”

A tiny, sad smile tugs at my lips.

“Yeah. So I could be with you.”

He seems satisfied and he releases my wrist. “Good night, daddy. I love you.” I tuck him in, brush his black bangs out of his innocent little face and I leave his room, turning back in the doorway only to see him already sleeping. He looks like Kagome when he's sleeping, peaceful and calm. He has such spirit, too. I feel my heart well up in my chest and I feel like its expanding. He's a good son.

But am I a good father?

I close his door softly and flick off the light switch, swallowing in the silent, dark hallway. It's so quiet my ears hurt from hearing and the only thing I can hear is my heart. The distance to mine and Kagome's room seems to stretch and grow longer, and I take small steps in an attempt to cover it.

I would probably want to die too.

So you could be with us?

Yeah. So I could be with you.

Children need to hear lies sometimes.

I probably should have lied.

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A/N: Sorry it's short ^^; I struggled to fill in the spaces between the parts I wanted to write, (if that makes any sense o.O). And sorry it's another slightly angsty one =p

This should be the last installment for a while, unless something comes to me and slaps me in the face._. Or unless I get an insane amount of reviews. (*hint, hint, nudge, nudge*)