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A Matter of Trust
By:
TuxedoUranus89/InitialA
Disclaimer: I don’t
own InuYasha. Only this sweet lemonade…
Author’s Note: Gee,
all this lemon talk, am I being serious, or am I just
teasing you all? I honestly don’t know! Maybe some citrus this chapter… Maybe. =D Thanks for all the reviews, I’m glad the
confession went over well, the reactions were better than I was expecting. Did
I really lead you on to believe things were much worse than they really were?
Warm… a lilac scent drifted by his
nose, and he buried his face into the warm pillow. Miroku would be coming soon,
if he remembered right, he still needed help getting his and Sango’s hut
together. Might as well get as much sleep
as possible… He tiredly reached out for his mate, even in his half-asleep
state needing to feel her skin against his. His hand met nothing but futon and
air. Panicking, he sat up, and tried to breathe normally as he remembered that
Miroku was long dead and he was in his apartment in modern-day Tokyo. He looked
down and realized he was still in his tuxedo from the night before. Memory
flooded him, and he realized that the lilac scent had been left from her, which
had called back long-ago memories of their short time sleeping together.
Shrugging out of the suspenders—he’d removed the jacket after she’d fallen
asleep—he ran his fingers through his hair, yanking out the elastic
tie in the process. Kagome’s voice filled the room as she wandered in with a
tray of food. “Good morning, sunshine.” She said cheerfully, setting the tray
on his nightstand. “I was wondering when I’d have to come wake you, it’s nearly
noon.”
He blinked stupidly, and looked at
the clock, as it switched over to read 12:00PM. “So it is. I don’t think I’ve
ever slept this late in my life…” She smiled, and sat on the bed. “Well, it was
a rather long day. I don’t think you so much as twitched when I got up this
morning.” He glanced at the tray. “What, room service today?” Instructing him
to lean back on the pillows, she set the tray over his legs. “Something like that. Breakfast-slash-lunch in bed.
Your favorite Ramen, and coffee to get the cobwebs
out.” He sighed after letting the bitter black liquid slide down his throat.
“Gods I love you, woman…” Kagome turned pink, and her scent spiked with
arousal. He looked at her for a minute, then patted
the bed next to him. “C’mere, wench.” She eased
herself up next to him, and he surprised her by putting his arm around her
shoulders and pulling her in to lean against his chest. “I do love you.” He
told her, nuzzling the top of her head. “Maybe I haven’t said it the right way,
or much at all, these last few weeks, but I do.” He heard her smile in her
voice. She picked up the chopsticks and scooped up a small amount of noodles
from the steaming cup. “Open up, love.” He obliged, and she fed him. When he’d
swallowed, she pecked his cheek. “I love you too.”
For the first time in a very long
time, he felt a weight in his chest leave. He felt like he was going to float
right off the bed, but somehow remained solidly planted as his mate fed him. “How
are your feet?” He asked between scoops of noodles. She shrugged. “Achy. They
hurt still this morning, but they were better after a bath. I think I just need
to stay off my feet today…” He took the cup with his free hand and drank some
of the broth and vegetables down. “I wish you would have mentioned something
earlier…” He grumbled, setting the cup back down. “Manners or not, we would
have left earlier if I knew you were hurting.” She shrugged, setting the
chopsticks on the tray and placing her hand on her ever-swelling stomach. “It
didn’t matter. Besides, I missed you carrying me…” His arm slid down her
shoulders and around her back, his hand coming to rest just under hers. The pup
was kicking feebly, and he rubbed her stomach in response. Kagome closed her
eyes, tucking her head under his chin. “I’m scared.” She said quietly. He
blinked in surprise. “Of what?”
“You said last night I was so calm
and took this all in stride… I’m not, really. I’ve been scared since day one. I
have no idea what’s happening to me, I never know who I’m going to be first
thing in the morning, or how I’m going to be through the day or when I go to
bed, I want to eat the strangest
foods, I routinely feel faint, nauseous, achy, I have to pee all the time, I can’t sleep, I can’t see
my feet anymore, my boobs are freaking huge, and just this morning I got a
nosebleed as I got out of the shower! From nothing at all!!”
She waved her hand exasperatedly. He held back a laugh. “I take it all of this
is normal?” She nodded. “As normal as the moon cycle, or so
they tell me. It’s just so infuriating that I barely have control over
what my body’s doing anymore. It’s bending to the whims of this little guy… or
girl.” She rubbed the swell. He looked down at her. For the first time he was
noticing she actually had cleavage now, clearly visible from her position and
the low cut dress she was wearing. Swallowing hard, he tried to control the
blood rushing southward. “Well, for what it’s worth, you put on a good show of
handling it all impeccably.” She laughed. “Thank you… Now if only my feet would
stop hurting. I wanted to go shopping today.”
“Why? You and those weird friends
of yours were going to go later this month.” She shook her head. “This is a bit
more urgent. I need new bras, I’m outgrowing the few I
have again.” He groaned inwardly, trying not to think perverted thoughts.
“Can’t it wait?” She shrugged. “I suppose. I haven’t started leaking yet, I’ll
really need new ones when that happens…” His eyes flew open. “Leaking?!” She reached up and patted his
cheek. “It’s for me to worry about and you to console my grumblings. It’s just
an abundance of breast milk, that’s all.” He raised an eyebrow, but said
nothing. Instead, he slid out of her grasp, and moved the tray back on to the
nightstand, telling her he really needed to shower and put on fresh clothes.
She nodded agreeably, and slowly got to her feet, carrying the tray back to the
kitchen.
An hour later he found her laying
on the cough with her feet propped up on a pillow, watching something on the
television. She looked up and grinned at his outfit: the old firerat hakama and a beater. “Now that’s just not fair.” She
complained as he helped her sit up so she could rest against him. “What’s
that?” He asked, settling in comfortably. She poked at his wiry muscles. “How
come you get to look so gorgeous while I look like a fat old toad?” InuYasha
blushed. “I’m not gorgeous, and you’re not a toad.” She twisted herself around
to glare at him. “Oh, so I’m old and fat?” He blinked. “W-What?
I didn’t say that!” Kagome poked a finger into his chest. “You just said I
wasn’t a toad, there was nothing about being fat and old and ugly—” He pushed
her hand down. “You’re not ugly! Or fat! Or old!”
“You’re just saying that because I
called you on it!” He blinked, thoroughly confused at this point. “That’s not true, you’re not a fat, old, ugly toad!” Her eyes were shiny
at this point. “You called me a toad!” She cried. InuYasha opened and closed
his mouth a few times, thoroughly in disbelief and having no idea what to do
next. Shippou was chuckling as he came out of his and his mate’s room. “Just
let it go, InuYasha. It’s the hormones talking.” A pillow was whipped at his
head. “Shut UP Shippou!” Kagome wailed. The kitsune grinned as he tossed the
pillow back, and InuYasha gave him a pleading look. “Oh no,” Shippou laughed,
“You gave me hell when Itazura was like that. I’m enjoying this too much to
help.” He kitsune went to rummage in the fridge, while InuYasha grumbled,
sitting back and waiting for it to stop.
Her sobs became quieter as she sat
there, eventually stopping except for the slight hiccup here and there. Kagome
lay back against his chest, and he breathed a slight sigh of relief. One crisis
down, and the day had just begun. Cautiously, in case
she was still upset, he slid a hand onto her shoulder, rubbing it lightly. She
leaned into his touch, and he brought his other hand in to help. Her head
lolled against his chest, letting out a soft moan as his thumbs worked out the
knots in her back. Her scent was changing again, and he had to bite the inside
of his cheek to attempt to distract himself from reacting. He switched to
running his hands up and down her upper arms, until she reached up and laced
her fingers through his, and brought them down to rest on her stomach. “My dad
was scared too.” She said quietly. “Keh?” She patted
her stomach. “Mama told me… my dad was scared too, when she was pregnant with
me. He had all the worries you have, wondering if he’d be a good father, if
things would turn out alright… So you aren’t the first one to be worried.”
InuYasha absently rubbed his thumb
across hers. She’d never talked about her father before. “What happened?” He
asked. She looked up, confused. “What happened to your father?” He smelled her
tears again, and inwardly cursed himself. She shook her head. “You… you
probably remember that plane crash… the one fifteen years ago? Mama… Mama was
pregnant with Souta, and Papa… Papa was on his way to Osaka for business… The
plane crashed, and he… he didn’t make it… They only identified him from his
briefcase, and his wedding ring… I don’t even remember much of him, I was only three when he died… Souta
never knew him, only some pictures Mama has. He would have liked you, I think…
what I remember was that he was always so nice to everyone, accepted them for
who they were… he had a great, deep laugh too, Mama always made him laugh…” Her
voice wavered. “I just… Lately I’ve wished he was still here… to see the pup,
to know how his children grew, to watch his grandchild grow… I know how hard it
was for Mama, when Souta was born and all she had was
me and Grandpa. Raising two children under the age of five, with a
father-in-law who had to run the family shrine… I think that’s why she was so
accepting of me in a similar situation… she knew what it was like to carry a
child without a father… How it felt to lose a husband…”
His arms wrapped around her fully,
fitting snugly under her breasts as he held her as tightly as he dared,
pressing his lips against the top of her head and breathing in her scent. “I’m
here now… I’m here and nothing can keep me from you again…” She nodded, and
leaned back into his embrace. The salty scent of her tears made his heart
wrench; he shifted her slightly, and tentatively licked at the tracks they’d
left down her cheeks. She sucked in a breath, and held very still, terrified if
she moved, he’d stop. He sensed her mixed desire, and touched his nose to hers,
resting their foreheads together. “Don’t cry anymore.” He said softly. “You
know I hate it.”
Instead of replying, she asked,
“What happened to your mother?” His eyes clouded, and he looked down. “There
was an earthquake… We lived in a series of caves then,
the humans couldn’t get at us because we knew the labyrinth so well…” He
shuddered, and she instinctively rubbed his ear; human as it was, he leaned
into her soothing touch. “I couldn’t sleep that night, the ground felt too hot
to me. She didn’t mind it, or notice it; it was early spring and still cold at
night, so it might have helped her keep warm, aside from all the layers she
wore… When the ground started to shake, I got scared… It took a minute to wake
her, and her kimono layers kept getting in the way. Sometimes I wonder what
would have happened if she hadn’t told me to run outside, that she’d catch up
as soon as she got all her kimono under control… The rocks were grinding
together in the ground, in the walls, and it was all so loud and unnerving, I
got out as fast as I could… There was a crash right after I got out, and I hid,
thinking it might be a cart from the village, and the men who tormented my
mother and I would be coming, that it was a trick to lure us out… The men never
came, and neither did my mother… She died in the cave-in… There were other
entrances, and when I got to her, she’d died from blood loss when her lower
half was crushed.”
Kagome ran her fingers through his
silky dark hair, and brought his head against her shoulder in comfort.
“InuYasha…?” She asked softly. “Hmm?” He shifted her
so he could hold her more comfortably. “If it’s a girl… can we name her after
your mother?” She looked up, and was pleased to see a small smile on his face.
“Only if it’s a boy, we name him after your father.” He replied, and was
rewarded with a smile and more tears. “Izayoi and Sachi… Mama will be pleased. I’m not sure about
Sesshou-maru though.” Her mate snorted. “Sesshou-maru can shove it. Those are
our choices, not his.” Kagome nodded in agreement.
The rest of the afternoon was a
typical lazy Saturday. After several more crying jags at everything from the
movie they were watching, to her swollen ankles, to how kind he was being to
her during her cries, InuYasha simply decided that today was a crying day, and
also decided he much preferred the angry-happy-sad-happy-angry days. He soothed
her as best he could, and also helped her go through another pint of ice cream.
He managed to keep his hormones under control somehow, especially when she
licked her spoon clean after the ice cream was gone, and when she’d dabbed some
of the melted remains on his nose, giggling at his expression before licking it
off. He did allow himself one blush-worthy comment, however, when the spoons
were in the sink and the carton in the trash. Kagome was sprawled on the couch
in his absence. “Ugh… I feel so fat… How am I going to get rid of this weight
after the pup is born?” Her voiced hinted on the verge
of wailing. He knelt next to her, sliding his arms under her back to lift her,
and said in a low, husky voice, “I can think of one very entertaining exercise
that can help with that…” She turned bright red, but the serious spike in her
scent made him smirk, aside from his now-swelling erection.
Shippou and Itazura joined them,
cuddling with one another on the loveseat as InuYasha flipped through the
channels, forgetting how drab Saturdays were for television; usually he was
working on the weekends, and had often wondered why he even owned a television
if he never made time to watch it. Now he was glad he did have it, thinking so
as his mate tucked her head under his chin comfortably, even if there wasn’t
anything decent to watch. Later, when Kagome complained of being hungry again,
he and Shippou volunteered for dinner-duty. “Something with
pickled radishes.” His mate told him with a glare, to which he only
smirked. The pup she carried truly was his.
Shippou yanked him into the
kitchen. “Hey, I know it’s not my place or anything, but would you please bed
her tonight or something?” The kitsune asked, looking uncomfortable. “I know
she’s practically my mother, but you keeping her in a near-constant state of
arousal… it’s distracting.” InuYasha brought his fist down, more gently than
usual, on top of Shippou’s head. “Insolent
pup.” He remarked. “It’s hard for me too, but I don’t want to do
anything she doesn’t, especially this far along.” Shippou just looked at him
for a moment, before digging through the fridge for something to make. “I
seriously doubt she doesn’t want to do anything…” He muttered, knowing full
well the hanyou would hear him. Instead of hitting him, like usual, InuYasha
just grumbled, finding something to cook in.
After a meal of domburi,
with a large dish of pickled radishes for InuYasha and Kagome to share, Itazura
offered to do the dishes. Kagome tried to help, but she was swiftly sent back
in the other direction. Rubbing her back lightly, she waddled her way back to
the couch. Her mate was there already, patting the seat next to him. He
immediately took her legs into his lap, and began working the knots out of her
calves. Suppressing a loud moan of pleasure, she gratefully lay back. This felt
even better than the hot water had. She gasped when he moved to her feet, and
jerked them out of his grasp. “What?” He asked. She glared at him over her
stomach. “You know what, don’t play innocent!” He tilted his head to the side
in confusion. “No, really. What?” Narrowing her eyes
further, she stuck out her tongue. “You know
my feet are ticklish!”
“I’ll be careful. And it’ll make
you feel better. Now stop wiggling, and come here—” He grabbed her ankles and
set them firmly in his lap. Gently, he massaged her feet, ignoring the stifled
giggles that escaped his mate’s lips when he hit a particularly ticklish spot.
Her toes kept clenching at his hands, and wriggling. With his short human
nails, he lightly tickled the arch of her foot; she shrieked in laughter and
kicked her leg up and out of his reach. He barely retracted his head in time to
miss being kicked. “You did that on purpose!” She yelped. He grinned. “Maybe.” She wasn’t letting him touch her feet now, and
burrowed them underneath his seat. He would have fought back, but her toes
wriggling under some rather sensitive areas made it difficult for him to
concentrate on multiple things at once.
Sometime later, he noticed she was
dozing. Despite their late bedtime, she’d been up longer than any of them. Smiling
slightly, he got up and took her into his arms. “Come on, wench… let’s get you
in a proper bed…” Kagome grumbled, blinking sleepily. “I’m fine… Just tired…”
Ignoring her protests as usual, he closed the door behind him. She winced when
he sat her on the bed. “InuYasha… rub my back, please? I swear, it just gets worse every day…” He sat cross-legged behind
her. “Like this?” He asked, being as gentle as he could against the small of
her back. She sighed with content, leaning back into his touch. Her scent was
spiking again. “I can help you with that too…” He blinked, not sure if he’d
actually said what he thought he’d said. She gasped. Turning slightly to look
at him, he was surprised to see, and smell, uncertainty and a bit of fear.
“What’s wrong?” InuYasha asked, feeling slightly panicked.
“A-Are you… are you sure?” She asked, voice wavering. “I mean… most guys get
freaked out when they think of having sex with a pregnant woman… And I know
it’s still safe, but it still worries me…”
His eyes widened. “Kagome…” He
turned red, trying to think of what to say. “I… er… I
want to… but, er…”
She regarded him. “It scares you too?” She asked quietly. He nodded,
shamefaced; his youkai was snarling inside, not understanding why he wouldn’t, couldn’t take his mate. “I don’t want to
hurt the pup…” She took his hand. He was relieved to see she was blushing too;
he wasn’t the only nervous one. “We can… start off slow. We don’t have to… mate
tonight, if we don’t feel we can.” They stared at each other, cautious. “Like…
like before we mated…?” He asked softly. “Like getting reacquainted.” She replied,
her voice just as quiet. Slowly, as if scared she’d make him stop, he met her
lips with his. He thought to be gentle, but didn’t quite realize exactly how
strongly her arousal was affecting her. She pressed herself against him
roughly, wanting his touch more than anything else at this moment. Aroused, and
challenged, further by this dominance, he wanted nothing more than to shred her
clothes and take her, as was his right, but his more human side knew he had to
be gentle, and both of his bloodlines, in their own ways, worried for the safety
of the pup.
InuYasha tried to lay her on her
back, but she resisted. “I know how hard this must have been for you…” She whispered
breathlessly, breaking their kiss. Her hands were fumbling with the ties of his
hakama. Kneeling on the floor, she managed to get the
offending material off, and glanced up at him with a raised eyebrow as she
noticed he still went without underwear. He blushed again, mumbling something
about old habits, and she smiled slightly before taking him into her mouth. He
sucked in a breath, hands clenching into the bedspread; she’d only done this
once before, and that encounter was vivid in his mind as this one now. He
choked out a broken version of her name as her tongue swirled around the tip.
Pausing, she looked up to him, her mouth still covering the top of his length.
He whimpered when she stopped, and looked pleadingly at her. He barely caught
her brief smile before a howl lodged itself in his throat, sounding mangled as
she began sucking forcefully on him, while her other hand reached up to massage
his sack. “Ka-Kago—” Hot, white light burst in his
mind, and he bit down hard on his arm to stop himself from howling; Kagome
gagged slightly when he thrust himself into her mouth further than she could
handle, but swallowed him eagerly, ignoring the saltiness of his seed.
Releasing him, she caught her breath and watched in amusement as he collapsed
back on the bed, breathing hard. “Feel better?” She asked softly, grunting
slightly with the effort to get back on her feet. He nodded, too dazed to
speak. Kagome smiled, and managed to get back onto the bed.
He turned his head to look at her.
“Don’t think this is over yet.” He warned, and she squeaked when he pounced on
her. She moaned as his lips met hers, and he greedily drank in her scent, which
returned with spicy vengeance. He broke the kiss only to remove her dress, and
returned, wrapping his arms around her to get rid of the damned bra-thing she
insisted on wearing. He’d managed to get it off once or twice without resorting
to claws, but it seems that five hundred years had dimmed his memory on these
sorts of things. He growled, breaking their kiss again to see what he was
doing. Kagome laughed, realizing the problem, and reached back to help him;
this one had three hooks instead of the usual two, which was probably the main
reason he was having trouble. Freed, he pushed her back to the mound of
pillows, and could hardly contain himself: he latched himself to one of her
nipples, and suckled. She cried out, and he felt confused when she pushed him
away. He looked at her, and realized she was hurting. “What…?” She covered her
arms over her chest, holding herself tightly. “They’re… they’re sore… I thought
this might help, but I guess not…” He took her arms and gently removed them.
“I’m sorry.” He told her honestly. “But don’t hide yourself from me, please…”
InuYasha nuzzled the breast he’d hurt, and licked the side tentatively. She
sighed, and he continued the treatment, remembering to pay attention to its
twin as well. Here, he noticed, she smelled more like a nursing bitch than a
pupped one, but he supposed it was only because she was making the milk she’d
feed the pup after the birth next month. He breathed in the soothing smell for
a moment, letting it calm him, before heading south. He paused briefly to
nuzzle her swollen stomach, feeling the pup kick against his nose. “Keh, pup’s
already defending his mother…” He said, rubbing the tingling appendage. Kagome
looked at him curiously. “Kicked me.” InuYasha said
simply, before distracting her with a lick to her thigh.
He disappeared behind her swollen
stomach, but she could still feel everything he was doing. He underwear was
gone within seconds, and his mouth eagerly lapped at her core, sending her into
fits of gasps and moans. He was becoming dizzy at her scent’s strength, but
loved every minute of it, and made sure she did too. He ran his nails down her
thighs, feeling the goosebumps that followed, and thrust his tongue inside her
wet channel. She sucked in a breath, and felt something start to coil up
tightly. He noticed as her scent changed, driving him to continue his sweet
torture at a more hurried pace. The coil snapped as she felt a fang graze her
nub, and she fought the urge to scream; she moaned out his name as her hips
bucked, and he eagerly drank in her juices, cleaning her as the last of the
pleasure waves coursed through her body. He slid up next to her, enjoying her
flushed appearance. Her eyes were closed and she was panting.
She turned her head, and opened her
eyes to a warm amber gaze staring back at her. She’d forgotten how emotional
she could be in a post-orgasmic state, and started to cry as she reached up to
trace his fuzzy ears, and bury her hands in his silky, snowy hair. He let her
hold him and cry out her happiness, as he worked the blankets out from beneath
them, and covered them both. When he looked at her again, she kissed him
thoroughly, her hands never leaving his ears. Her tongue forced its way into
his mouth, and traced the outline of his fangs, and she moaned in happiness.
When she came up for air, he asked softly, “What was that for?” She buried her
head against his shoulder. “I missed you…” About to reply that he’d been here
for weeks now, he suddenly caught what she’d meant, and chuckled instead. She
fell asleep holding his ears.
((The flight used in this chapter was real; in 1985 Japan Airlines
Flight 123 crashed 100km north of Tokyo. Four women survived, out of 524 people
on the flight. Also, it’s noted in a book summing up the first eleven
chapters/episodes, that her Papa died in an accident a long time ago, and
that’s why they live in the shrine house with Grandpa. (funnily
enough, I didn’t even know that until I Wiki’d Mrs.
Higurashi after I’d written about the plane crash) The cause of Izayoi’s death is entirely of my own creation, as there are
no records of an earthquake in Japan in the mid-1200s. I like to think of
myself as different now, since I didn’t kill her off with a disease or
hostility from the local humans. Though I was considering a disease, I didn’t
know what foreign diseases would have been present in Japan at the time. (damn that Japanese history class I took, I’m all methodical
in keeping dates right and when trade started XD) So, really extra long
chapter, since I don’t know how much I’ll be able to write this weekend; I have
a bonspiel on Saturday and like, a thousand papers due next week. T_T Oh,
college…
Unistar ~ I
hope this chapter made up for the lack of mate-acting!! I tried to keep that in
mind the whole time, even if the last half was a bit hard to grind out.
Psycho_chick32 ~ I think
that’ll be coming up in… two chapters? Yes, that sounds about right, I have a
fun scenario planned for next chapter, and then we’ll get into the nitty-gritty
with the maid… (oh dear, I hope that doesn’t sound too
horrible? XD)
Catlover260 ~ When I finish this, I might go and do a Rin/Sesshou-maru
story in this universe, how they got together, their children, and maybe how
the brothers got over their egos. =3 It’s an idea I’ve
been playing with, but I want to finish this one first! And I tried as best I
could to make it as InuYasha-ish as possible, I’m
really working at it to make him stay in
character/character-with-added-maturity! I’m glad it worked well!
Skath ~ Aww, thank you very much, I hope you keep reading!
Kokoronagomu ~
I’m getting better at remembering where the vowels go in your penname. XD
Anyway, thanks for the chocolatey motivation, I might
have to dig out the M&Ms bag I have to keep up with it!!
Megumu192 ~ Thank you!!! I
hope you liked this chapter!
Antwangel ~
Thank you! I know the basic plot has probably been done, but I wanted to give
it a try, and see how things went. =3 I’m pleased that so many people like it,
and I hope you continue to read!!
Xagzan ~ I
liked that line too, heh. My roommate gave me a weird
look when I laughed after re-reading what I’d just wrote
at that point.
Lissa ~
I’m thinking, if there’s a point in the story to bring it up, that I may use
that fate’s-second-chance thought; I was thinking about it and how it also ties
in with Kikyou’s soul being reincarnated into Kagome…
not sure if I want to mention Kikyou in this story or
not though.
Chikyu ~
Funny how he can’t dance freely but he can waltz… I don’t think I thought that
part out too well, but I think it made sense at the time. XD I’m glad it came
out well, that he was still uncertain about how to handle feelings, and how he
was more likely to take flight than fight in these kinds of situations!
Nmos ~
Yeah, but you know how he is with feelings and such. Poor overwhelmed hanyou.
InuYoukai ~
Thank you!! *blushes* I’m glad you liked it!
Patty530 ~ I’m sorry I can
only really update on weekends, since it’s the only time I can get a chance to
write (and stay up until 3am, which is for some reason the only time my muse
gives me good ideas). I did try to get this chapter out earlier, but it was a
not very exciting chapter (and I didn’t have any awesome ideas on what to do
with it other than strengthen their relationship). I hope you liked the chapter
and it was worth the wait!!
Thank you so much everyone for reading and reviewing!! I hope everyone
liked the chapter and I hope to get another one out this weekend, maybe two if
I get lucky. I love all the feedback!!! See you next chapter!!))
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