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Forget the Storm	By : ChelseaTygers Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 8953 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Twelve: Post-Happy Ending
Inuyasha lay on his side in his childhood bedroom, the new bed more comfortable and much larger than his old one. Kagome was dozing now, the baby in its crib just a couple feet away. Earlier, he had complained about it, saying that Hajime should have his own room, but he supposed it was better this way. She told him he would cry less if they were nearby, and he certainly didn’t want to have his ears abused with more screeching wails or be forced to get up in the middle of the night to walk down the hall. Sighing, he snuggled closer to his wife and put an arm around her. Nuzzling her hair aside with his nose, he pressed his face into the side of her neck, kissing her where soon he’d mark her. One day, when everything was right.
To his surprise, Kagome turned around to face him, her eyes bright and mischievous. “Good morning, Daddy!” she said softly, and he was about to respond with more role play when he remembered he was actually a father for real now and his favorite trailer park scenario would always remind him of that.
Rolling his eyes at what had come so close to killing his morning wood, Inuyasha flipped her onto her back and crawled over her, a growl in his chest. Kagome started to say something, but he pressed his lips to hers, cutting her off. Her mouth still tasted of the minty toothpaste she used last night. He remembered how he’d watched her brush her teeth, her larger breasts bouncing from the jerky movements of her arm. Fuck, she had turned him on just by concentrating on dental hygiene. It was too much, he needed her now. His hand quickly traveled down to her purple flannel pajama pants, where he followed the familiar path to her pleasure center. Instead of the moan he had been expecting, Kagome let out a whimper, one that sounded pained. Concerned, he pulled his hand away from her, ending their kiss.
His fingers were stained with blood.
Eyes widening, he jumped up to his knees, ready to take Kagome back to the hospital. To his surprise, Kagome just laughed, sitting up and getting out of bed.
“That’s going to be happening for a while yet, Inuyasha. It takes more than a few weeks for a woman to bounce back after childbirth, but you’ll be the first one to know when I’m ready again.”
The shock making him fully awake, Inuyasha followed her into the bathroom to wash the icky lochia off of his hand. Now with his wits about him, he remembered that it would be about another month until Kagome would go to her post-baby check-up and then the doctor would tell them if she was ready to resume her wifely duties. Just one more month. Inuyasha wondered if he’d ever gone so long without sex since his first awakening, but soon came to the conclusion that he hadn’t. There had always been women, and yes, men, to spend his time with. Monogamy always took some adjusting, especially now that he had to masturbate, but he was determined to stay faithful. Even if he felt the itch so strong he started palming himself right there as Kagome washed her face in the sink not even a foot from him. Glancing at her bent over, plump ass jutting out as she washed the cleanser off her face, he wondered if she would object to a blowjob, or a handjob, or even just letting him rub against her, any part of her, until he was finished.
Sweating, he made his way out of the room and went downstairs, hoping for a good breakfast to distract him. Maybe if he ate twice as much as he usually did, he’d feel so full and uncomfortable he wouldn’t want to place his penis in between his wife’s thighs and squeeze them together and stimulate himself until he came. It hadn’t been this bad in the hospital! Then again, he was drained of so much blood that having an erection was probably impossible or he would have died. Once he was on the bottom steps, he noticed an unusual flurry of activity. What the hell was going on? Men and women were scooting furniture around and cleaning. Were they moving?
“Mom!” he shouted over the noise, going to where Izayoi stood in the middle of the chaos, directing people almost twice her height and apparent age with authority. “What the hell is going on?!”
“My baby!” she squealed, pulling him into an embrace. His mother always greeted him like she hadn’t seen him in years, even when he was just a child and they spent nearly every waking moment together. “I’m just getting everything ready for your party!”
“Party?” he questioned, separating from the hug which was certainly not the most welcome thing in his condition and looking around him. There was no one he recognized, not that he knew a lot of people anyway. “For what?”
“Your mating!” Izayoi said, pointing a finger to the window and forcing a sweaty, burly man to change the position of a large armchair. “Your father and I didn’t get to go to your wedding, so we’re having a mating party, just like they used to do in the old days!” Her face got a dreamy look on it. “I remember our mating festival. It lasted seven days and seven nights, and anyone who objected to our union was impaled on your father’s sword and had their lands absorbed into ours. Their heads piled up almost higher than the gifts and offerings. Toga used to be so sweet!”
Mouth open in shock, Inuyasha recovered himself and managed to sputter out, “B-B-But I haven’t even talked to her about mating! I sort of just tried it last time and that didn’t turn out too well. What if she doesn’t want to anymore?!”
Eyes narrowing in anger, Izayoi stomped over to him, her pink bunny slippers somewhat minimizing the threatening look she was going for. “Then you ask her, Inuyasha. She is your wife, the mother of your child, and I already called the caterer.” When he did not move, her hands clenched into fists and she shrieked, “NOW!”
Jumping into action, Inuyasha ran like the coward he had temporarily become, bounding up the stairs and darting into his room, where Kagome was just beginning to take Hajime to her breast. Odd feelings of jealousy beginning to curl in his stomach, he pushed away thoughts of what he could be doing if her vagina was only back to normal and instead concentrated on how to break the news to her.
“What is it, Inuyasha?” Kagome asked in her soft mom voice, her eyes on Hajime, rubbing the fine black hairs on the back of his head.
“Uh…” he began, hoping she wouldn’t freak out and start yelling and make the baby cry and turn him deaf for the rest of the century. “Well, um, Mom kind of, without asking me, organized a sort of party.”
“Party?” she asked in interest, eyes glancing up and meeting his. “For what?”
“Uh, it’s a mating party.”
“But we’re not mates,” she pointed out, brow furrowing in slight confusion.
“Yeah, it’s, uh, sorta like a wedding. We’d have the mating after.”
“…But I can’t have sex.”
“That’s not essential to mating,” Inuyasha informed her, edging closer to her. At least she didn’t seem mad. “It’s really just the bite, but traditionally sex is involved.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“Okay?” he repeated, dumbfounded. How was she alright with his parents making decisions for her? He’d thought it was the two of them against the world, that she would feel the same way he did about such important things.
Shrugging, she said, “Yeah. We kind of planned on mating, anyway, even if we didn’t really talk about it. Seems like a good time to me now that you’re free of poison and all.”
Sighing, not having entirely absorbed what she just said, Inuyasha watched Hajime happily sucking away on the breast that used to belong just to him. Kagome had a free one already out, couldn’t she just let him have a taste of her too while he jerked himself off? Mouth already opening to ask her, he looked up only to see his wife glaring at him, already knowing what was on his mind. Without words, Kagome merely shook her head and clutched Hajime to her a bit closer as if to say that was his space and his alone for however long she wanted.
Grimacing, Inuyasha headed to the kitchen, coming to terms with the idea of cold cereal followed by a cold shower.
O/o/O
Since Toga had not told him to go into work, Inuyasha played hooky and ran around in the woods all day just as he had done during childhood. It seemed that returning to his parents’ house had made him regress in several ways, and he was not oblivious to the fact. Unfortunately, that just made everything worse for him. Try as he might to fight against it, he could not help feeling stuck, just as he had during the worst years of his life. Even though the one who had created his hell was no longer there, the ghost of him remained, and no place was safe aside from the forest. Sesshomaru had been something of a neat freak and detested the dirty outdoors, leaving Inuyasha that one haven, that little slice of a sanctuary.
But to the adult half-demon, it was a sanctuary no longer.
Instead of tall trees with swaying branches that seemed to welcome him and invite him to climb them, everything was still and dark, the only noises being that of the animals rustling about and surviving. He no longer had the glow of childhood to protect him, not now that he had found real happiness only to have it ripped away by an unplanned pregnancy and controlling parents. But it was too late for wishing now. With a sigh, he hopped off a naked tree and ran towards the house. It was evening now and the party was about to begin. The fact that no one had come looking for him made the bitterness cling a bit tighter to his soul.
He entered through the French doors in the back of the house, ignoring the tables full of steaming hot trays of finger food and his mother’s nagging, going straight up the staircase, wondering what to wear that would seem suitable but not too uncomfortable. The door to his room was closed, and he pushed it open just in time to see Kagome step into a pink evening gown, struggling to get it over her hips and then again over her chest. Once her naked body was completely obscured, he felt it was safe to walk over to her.
“I don’t think that’s gonna zip,” he murmured, putting his arms around her waist, savoring the feel of her bare back against his clothed torso.
With a humph, Kagome squared her shoulders, wriggling out of his grasp. “Just try!” she hissed, irritated for some reason.
Sighing, Inuyasha did as she asked, surprised when it went up without straining at the seams. She turned around, brushing past him to go into the attached bathroom and finish her makeup, giving him a good look at how the sleeveless dress pushed up her breasts, making them appear too large for her frame. Frowning, he followed after her. He never told her, but he liked to see her go through her beautifying routine. It reminded him of when he was a very young child and used to watch his mother do the same, making herself beautiful for when his father would come home.
“Did you pick me out a suit?” he asked, leaning against the counter on his elbows, watching her face in the mirror. Her layers of powder foundation and blush were already on and she was finishing up her eyeliner, emphasizing the blue of her eyes with a silver pencil over the black cat-eye wing.
Pursing her lips, she responded in a tight voice, “Izayoi said you had all your old clothes in the closet.”
“Fine, fine,” he mumbled, heading towards the walk-in closet. Back during the short amount of time they had been living in the house together, which now seemed like forever ago, she had always picked out his clothes for him every single morning, even his socks. It had annoyed him then, but now he missed it. Picking a suit at random, he began undressing, avoiding the full-length mirror on the opposite wall. “I don’t get why we have to do this thing today,” he called out to Kagome.
“I think your mother’s just bored,” she replied, sounding bored herself. “She didn’t even ask if there was anyone I’d like to be there. It’s an excuse to dress up.”
Inuyasha grinned. So he wasn’t alone in resenting their loss of freedom. Pulling on his trousers, he continued, “It’s probably just gonna be the same old crowd of ancient demons talking about the good ole days when they used to eat humans and rule the world, yada yada yada.”
“Did demons seriously eat humans?!” Kagome asked in a hushed, curious voice, entering the closet. Her eyes were big and conveyed her sudden morbid fascination with the subject. “Did your dad eat humans?!”
Inuyasha shrugged and finished buttoning his shirt, which would certainly be wrinkled and stained by the time the evening was through. Fuck, he hated dressing up. “Probably. He’s really fucking old. But I don’t think any of them have done it lately. Pretty sure it’s illegal.”
“Wow,” Kagome breathed. “I guess they leave a lot out of history books.”
Before he could respond, there was a knock on the door, and some random hired help called to tell them the first guests were arriving. Inuyasha watched Kagome tug on the loose tendrils of her hair nervously and rolled his eyes. It was a party, not a fucking battlefield. Granted, it sucked, but still. She scurried over to check on the sleeping Hajime in his crib, her face softening. Looking away, he decided to go down first. Might as well get it over with.
While the party was far from being in full swing, the guests were already drinking and their noise level was that of people who have known each other a long time and had no secrets. Alcohol was in everyone’s hand and the band his mother had hired was playing some old timey big band swing shit. Inuyasha knew it was Izayoi’s favorite kind of music since she had played it throughout his childhood (when it had actually been popular), further proving the party might be in their honor but was not exactly theirs.
Grumbling negative nonsense to himself, he wandered over to the bartender and glared at him until he gave him a glass of champagne. Turning his back to the bar and leaning against it, he scoped out the party-goers, recognizing each and every one of them. The only thing missing from the old days was his brother and his stupid troupe of degenerates. Sighing in relief, he relaxed his shoulders the littlest bit.
“Inuyasha!” a voice boomed, and he tensed up again.
“Miroku?” he questioned wonderingly, watching his friend approach, his tired wife following behind him, glaring at all the women they passed. “What the fuck are you doing here, man?”
With a grin, he clapped him on the shoulder and grabbed the champagne from his hand, downing it as he appeared to have downed many others already. “Your mom called us up and invited us today! She apologized it was on such short notice, but when she explained the reason and offered us a freaking limo ride here, we just had to come. Shit, you didn’t tell me you were fucking married, dude!”
“Hello, Inuyasha,” Sango muttered, visibly perking up when the bartender handed her a drink. He knew she usually abstained, but she probably felt free to let loose since she wouldn’t be her husband’s babysitter and designated driver for once.
“So is it the Milf?” Miroku asked in what he almost certainly thought was a low voice. “Did you get over the jailbait yet or are you just keeping her around for later? You kinky fucker,” he finished, his voice full of admiration.
Rolling his eyes, he was about to explain when the hairs on the back of his neck stood up and the color pink filled his peripheral vision.
“K-Kagome,” he faltered. She looked angry, but the expression in her eyes was complete hurt. “Uh, this is my friend Miroku and his wife Sango. I was planning on introducing—”
“Did everyone know but me?” she said from between clenched teeth, the aura of anger radiating from her petite frame bringing them to the attention of every demon there. “Everyone knew you were doing—that—with my mother but me?”
He opened his mouth but no words came out. Miroku was openly staring at Kagome’s chest, ignoring both the severity of the situation and his wife’s glares.
Kagome’s eyes filled with tears and he felt lower and dirtier than gum on a city sidewalk. She continued, “Did you think you’d just build yourself some sort of harem? Had we never found out, would you just have kept going back and forth between us, stringing us both along?” Her voice picked up volume with each word she spoke and now the guests were openly staring, easily able to hear her over the noise of the band since they were primarily demons. A laugh escaped her, sounding choked, and was quickly followed by a sob.
“It’s not like that!” he pleaded, glancing around at the judgmental faces he had known all his life.
“Shut up!” she demanded. “I don’t want to hear it. I’m tired of lies, Inuyasha. I’m just… I’m just tired.”
His heart began to thump in panic, knowing she wasn’t saying she was sleepy or something. No, she was tired of him, tired of life with him.
“Kagome!” he implored as he grabbed her wrist, her name the only thing he was able to say under the circumstances. When she didn’t pull away, he found the courage to continue. “Please, let’s talk upstairs. We’ll go over it all, okay? Just not here.”
Her lower lip trembled but she still did not let tears fall. Her head jerked downward once before righting, and he recognized it as a nod. Gradually, the chatter around them turned to different topics and he was glad his parents were nowhere in sight. Toga usually retreated early on to his office with several of his closest business partners, where they gambled large sums of money and other things. Izayoi preferred to micromanage the staff as much as possible before coming out when the party was at its best and mingling with the more important guests.
“So,” Miroku said casually, reminding Inuyasha of his presence. “You’re the jailbait, I’m guessing.”
Inuyasha scowled at him and was about to take out his frustrations on his face when Sango came over and shook her head at him, eyes stern. Something about that amazon warned him not to fuck with her tonight, so he kindly kept his hands by his side and glared at the ground.
“No, I’m Kagome. His wife and the one who gave birth to his child,” Kagome said, her voice dripping with venom.
“Ohhh,” Miroku nodded, taking a half-empty flute of champagne someone had abandoned on a nearby table and downing it quickly. “Wait, there’s a baby? Shit, dude, we don’t hang out for a few months and suddenly you’re Mr. Family Man. What the hell happened?!”
Inuyasha shrugged. “I told you I fell in love, didn’t I?” he said, casting a sheepish glance at Kagome.
“Aw, boy or girl?” Sango asked, her expression taking on a soft feminine look he had never before seen on the gym teacher’s face.
“A boy,” Kagome replied, smiling genuinely for the first time all evening. “We named him Hajime.”
“How old is he?”
“Two weeks. I’ll introduce you two sometime tonight,” Kagome promised, obviously having taken to the woman already.
“Don’t be giving Sango any ideas,” Miroku said loudly, throwing an arm limply around his wife’s shoulders. Oblivious to her growing annoyance, he nuzzled her ear and took the lobe into his mouth. “We’re not gonna have any little monsters running around anytime soon.”
Inuyasha cringed. The entire time he had known Miroku, he’d heard him complaining about Sango’s infertility. For some reason Inuyasha could not comprehend, Miroku wanted a large family and always had. His relationship with Sango had begun to go south as soon as they knew for certain she was the one with the problem, but he stayed with her because he loved her. Over time, Sango had suggested adopting, as she too really wanted a family, but Miroku refused and now acted like he never wanted kids in the first place.
“You two are… married?” Kagome asked, obviously confused.
Sango nodded and discreetly elbowed Miroku in the stomach, making him dry heave a couple times before he recovered. “We met in high school and we’ve been together ever since,” she said with a tight smile. “Though we’ve only been married about a year.”
“Twelve yearsss,” Miroku groaned, sounding pained. “A baker’s dozen minus one.”
Kagome nodded uneasily and shot him a quick look which he read instantly. She was afraid they were going to end up like that. Grimacing, Inuyasha took another sip of champagne, wishing for something stronger. He knew Sango and Miroku looked like a mess right now, but he was also privy to a lot of personal information via the male portion of the duo, who was as chatty and needlessly candid as a teenage girl most of the time. Miroku loved her deeply, he just forgot sometimes. Sango was just as attached, but was far more dedicated to their relationship. He only seemed to remember how much she mattered to him when he saw her speak to another guy or when she threatened to leave, which she didn’t do as frequently as she should, in his opinion. Several times Miroku had made it obvious he cared for no one like he cared for her. Hell, to him all other girls were just sluts worth nothing more than an hour here and there. It was Sango he came home to, Sango he gave gifts to, Sango he married, and Sango he loved.
Him and Kagome would never have their problems, he promised to himself. He’d never cheat on her. Why would he when she was everything he’d ever wanted? And she wouldn’t be unfaithful to him. The mere thought frightened him and he clutched his champagne in reaction. No, Kagome was too good to ever be with another. They were made for each other and he was sure she felt the same way. Feeling a small amount of uneasiness anyway, Inuyasha reached out and put his arm around her shoulders, bringing her flush against his side. Only when she relaxed against him and did not try and pull away did he begin to breathe normally again.
“So what have you—” Sango began to say, but a disturbance from across the room captured her attention and their eyes followed hers.
At first, Inuyasha did not recognize her. She was too far away for him to smell in such a crowded room and was much changed. Her hair now reached her shoulders in gray-streaked black strands, greasy and unwashed but still frizzing. The raincoat she wore was long and brown, missing a plastic button or two, the open spaces revealing a dark men’s shirt over matching sweatpants, and she wore ratty old gray slippers on her feet. He was about to make a joke of the old woman’s appearance when she began to speak, her familiar voice horrifying him.
“Inuyasha Taisho is a liar and a thief!” Mrs. Higurashi yelled in a powerful, hate-filled voice that managed to be louder than the still playing brass band.
Everyone turned to look in his direction and he smiled tremulously on instinct when confronted with the sudden attention. Remembering Kagome’s overwhelmed state, he glanced at her, quickly taking in her terrified eyes and trembling lips. Her face had gone white as a sheet beneath her make-up and there were visible drops of sweat on her bared neck and temples.
“He lied to me,” Mrs. Higurashi continued, her voice sounding rough, breaking at the end. “He lied to me and pretended he loved me and then he took my daughter and twisted her. And now he invites me to their mating party like everything is fine!”
Miroku giggled nervously next to him and Sango just looked highly uncomfortable. Inuyasha began to sweat as well, the anxiety and complete guilt and sorrow radiating from Kagome making him feel physically ill. Just as he was about to dart away and take his wife with him to his forest of sanctuary, his parents made an appearance. Izayoi’s smile outshone any beauty pageant queen’s and his father looked just as wealthy and powerful and confident as ever. Several men in plain black suits streamed from the doorway they had just entered from and two of them grabbed Mrs. Higurashi by her arms, speaking in low, soothing voices to her and dragging her away when she dug her heels in and did not cooperate. Inuyasha felt Kagome next to him begin to shake, and he held her tighter, worried she would faint.
Izayoi skipped over to them, leaving Toga to address the guests and use his commanding presence to make them understand it was in their best interests to forget the small blight on the otherwise good party. Inuyasha noticed the skin around his mother’s eyes was tight, the smile plastered on her face not distracting those who truly knew her from her obvious nervousness and mild embarrassment. Without a word, she slipped her hand in the crook of his elbow and dragged him away and up the stairs to his room. He switched from keeping his arm around Kagome to holding her hand, and they went through the deserted halls of the rest of the house like a human chain.
When finally they reached his room, Izayoi closed the doors and took a deep breath before facing them.
“What,” she asked in her sugary voice that told him he was very much in trouble, “was all that about?”
Since Kagome had immediately collapsed and sat on the bed, staring with blank eyes at Hajime’s cradle, the burden of a response was on Inuyasha, who swallowed past the lump in his throat and tried to think of an appropriate answer.
“Uh, well, that—”
“Just tell her,” Kagome whispered hoarsely, her face still expressionless. Worried, he moved a bit closer to her, wanting to comfort her but not wanting to do so in front of a witness, especially his mother.
Sighing, he decided to just go for it. “That was Kagome’s mother. I’m guessing you sent her an invitation?” At her hesitant nod, he continued, “She and I… Well, before I met Kagome, I was working for her mother at their shrine as a sort of handyman. And uh, we had a—physical relationship,” he finished in a mumble, his ears burning. “But that ended when Kagome and I got together. When she found out about us, she sort of lost it and kicked us out and well, now we’re here.” He shrugged, not very fond of the topic.
Concern the only emotion etched onto her face, Izayoi sat next to Kagome on the bed and put her arm around her. “I am so, so sorry, Kagome,” she said in a quiet voice. “I had no idea. This was supposed to be a fun surprise for you, but I didn’t think…”
“It’s okay,” Kagome murmured, wiping a tear from her eye.
“No, it’s not,” Izayoi returned, her voice upset. “Now you can’t be mates!”
“What?!” Inuyasha roared, his outburst disturbing Hajime and making him whimper. “What do you mean we can’t—”
“I meant not tonight,” Izayoi clarified, her arm still around Kagome. “Your mating will be officially rescheduled until you are both at a place of peace, love, and harmony.”
“Why?” Kagome asked, seeming only a fraction as upset as he was.
“The feelings you both possess during your mating will be preserved throughout the entire course of your relationship.” When Kagome and Inuyasha just looked at her in confusion, she rolled her violet eyes. “I suppose it’s my fault for not teaching you, Inuyasha. I never thought you’d find your mate this early, though. But anyway, what you feel for your partner during your mating will be the same sorts of feelings you have for them during the rest of your lives.”
“But… Why?” Kagome asked again, glancing at him.
“When you mate, your lifespan will match his, unless he dies first, in which case you will revert back to your normal human one, right where you left off,” she explained patiently. “Imagine—living that long. Humans weren’t meant for that. Our feelings aren’t like theirs, Kagome. Even you, Inuyasha, aren’t fully capable of that demonic unconditional, eternal love. That’s why once you mate, your feelings during that moment are going to be preserved. “
“So we’ll never fall out of love?” Inuyasha asked. No one had ever told him anything like that before; he just knew about the bite. He never even thought about what would happen when their very mortal feelings were brought into the realm of immortality. Like most people, he liked to believe true love was everlasting, but had realized long ago that among most human and unmated couples, the romantic love was only there during the first few months. The rest was just stubborn faithfulness.
Izayoi nodded. “Not if you do it right. Take Toga and I, for example. When we mated, we both knew we wouldn’t be accepted by my family or by the demon world. Even now, hundreds of years later, I cry when he has to leave, even if it’s just for work or we’re at a restaurant and he’s going to the bathroom. And he feels compelled to keep me away from people as though we’re still living back then and my life could be in danger.” She sighed. “It’s not like I want to be that way, but our mating was tinged with sadness. I love him more than anything, and I know he loves me, but because we were not just focusing on how much we loved one another while we mated, we have complications.”
Kagome looked at him and he realized he had been staring at her. Before she could recover and change her expression, he saw the doubt in her eyes.
“How long do you think it will take for us to get to that place?” Kagome asked.
Izayoi shrugged. “I don’t know. However, I think you two should talk now while I go downstairs and help Toga out with damage control.” Rising to her feet, she kissed Kagome’s head, tweaked Inuyasha’s ear, and stopped to look down into Hajime’s crib. “It’s important for you to be your own little family right now. We’ll have another party after you mate.”
As soon as Izayoi closed the door behind her, Inuyasha sat down next to Kagome on the bed, making her bounce with the force of his actions. The look on her face was pure annoyance, but he pushed his wounded feelings aside and glared at her.
“You don’t want to mate me,” he stated, thankful he was only feeling the anger now and none of the despair.
Kagome snorted and turned away, her nose going up in the air. “You’re acting like you even want to mate me.”
With a growl, he grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. “I fucking do and you know it. Now why the fuck are you acting like such a fucking bitch?!”
“Why am I acting like a bitch?!” she screeched, rising to her feet. “You’re the one who’s been ignoring me for months, even while I was pregnant. ‘Working’, my ass,” she scoffed, glaring at him. “And the only times you pay attention to me are when you want sex or when you’re telling me I’m fat!”
Gaping at her, he quickly recovered and stood as well, ignoring the baby’s increasingly distressed noises. “And what about you, huh? First Hojo, then Kōga, and a fucking human baby. How do I even know it’s mine?!”
He knew he had gone too far as soon as she said it, and instead of feeling gratified when she burst into tears, he just felt like shit.
“Do you want a DNA test?!” she sobbed. “Do you really want to do that to us?”
Groaning, he covered his face with his hands and lay back on the bed. “I don’t want to get into this shit with you right now.”
Of course, that just made her tears worsen, which made Hajime’s whines turn into screams, and she grabbed him out of the cradle and locked herself in the bathroom. Shucking off his suit jacket and unbuttoning his shirt, he listened to Kagome try to soothe the baby while still choking on her own pathetically heart-wrenching sobs. Feeling his ears droop, he dropped his pants to the pile of his clothes on the floor, not caring if they wrinkled, and got in bed, pulling the covers over his head and pressing his cheek into the pillow. It wasn’t like he doubted the baby was his. He had at first, though. Who wouldn’t? The words had just come out before he could stop them and then it was too late.
After everything he had done for her, shouldn’t she understand by now? Sure, she didn’t know the details, he thought, his brow furrowing, but didn’t she just instinctively feel something? Kagome had known something was up while he was working under Sesshomaru (in the most literal sense). Couldn’t she just connect the dots and save him the agony of trying to explain himself to her?
A headache beginning to form behind his eyes, he allowed it to combine with the nausea he’d felt ever since Mrs. Higurashi had appeared and force him to sleep. If Kagome crawled into bed next to him that night, he didn’t feel it.
O/o/O
Kagome sighed happily, giggling at Hajime as his bath bubbled even before she could put the soap in.
“Silly boy,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “Just don’t make a habit of it.”
He giggled back at her, his eyes so very much like hers sparkling with the pure innocence she cherished. Had her mother ever felt this way about her and Sota? Pushing that depressing thought away, she grabbed one of his tiny feet and gently wiped it with the soft sponge shaped like a star. The soap she scrubbed him down with was a mild one so as not to offend her husband’s nose. Though it wasn’t like he spent any time with him, anyway, Kagome thought with a small frown, not even her child’s laughter at the sensation of his toes being tickled enough to lift her spirits after that thought.
Putting on a smile for his benefit, somewhat paranoid about showing her sorrow and damaging him in some way and ending up with a grown-up murdering degenerate, Kagome finished bathing him in the little plastic tub in the bathroom sink, wondering at how he had grown so much in such a short amount of time. His skin had lost all the redness and his hair seemed somehow finer and darker. Grabbing the blue towel to the right of the sink, she wrapped him up tightly—but not too tight—and traveled over to the crib, where she patiently fitted him with a new diaper and began dressing him in his best crochet booties and matching white onesie. The reason for his beauty treatment was, as usual, his playdates with Noriko and Kōga. It wasn’t a playdate per se, since Hajime was too young to even sit up by himself. The occasions mostly consisted of Kagome and Kōga talking about anything and everything while they watched Noriko chew on every toy and sometimes even her fiancé, which his mother always made sure to put a stop to immediately.
His wife, Ayame, never came. Kagome used to feel a bit strange about that detail, but then Kōga explained to her that having a baby had taken a deep toll on her nerves and she was quite grateful for the little vacations from mommyhood. She couldn’t understand it herself, as any time she spent away from Hajime had her feeling on the verge of an anxiety attack, so certain that something terrible would happen. But to each their own.
Now that Hajime was clean and handsome, Kagome carried him to the playroom, which had been the room Izayoi had set aside for a nursery before Kagome had insisted on keeping him with her. Her guests had arrived a few minutes ago, comfortable enough to settle down and wait without supervision. Fixing a smile on her face and hoping it looked genuine, she swept into the room, greeting her future daughter-in-law and her father before setting Hajime down in his little swing seat.
“How was work?” Kagome asked, fighting off feelings of nervousness when Kōga immediately switched from his seat near his daughter on the floor to the cushion next to her on the sofa.
He shrugged. “It runs itself.”
Kagome nodded, wishing he’d at least make something up so they’d have something to talk about. She knew he only went in a couple times a week and only then for a few hours. Sometimes she wondered at how a man who seemed as energetic as her husband would avoid activity like Kōga did. The thought of Inuyasha made her feel like crying. Ever since their fight a little over a week ago, he had gone back to work and made a point of avoiding her, only coming to bed when she was already fast asleep. Though she wanted to wait up for him, her body was still recovering from giving birth and looking after a little one thoroughly exhausted her. Getting the hang of parenthood was sort of hard, she was discovering, especially since she was going it practically alone. Sure, Izayoi helped out as much as she could and was glad to do so, and even Toga liked to help sometimes, but that was different. She wanted Inuyasha.
“That’s nice,” she murmured, too emotionally drained to bother with keeping up the conversation like she normally did.
“It is,” he said with a grin, leaning closer to her. This time, she thought to herself rebelliously, she wouldn’t lean away. Even if his presence did have the uncanny ability to make her develop a nervous tic in her left eye. “I can do whatever I want, since I own the company,” he continued. “My father doesn’t control my life. I made my own way.”
Kagome winced at how obvious he was being. Why didn’t he like Inuyasha? The least he could do was keep those kinds of thoughts to himself while in her presence.
A small furrow in her brow, her only response was a murmured, “How wonderful.”
To her horror, that only seemed to encourage him. “You know, you could do a lot better than that boy you’re with.”
Tearing her eyes away from where Hajime was dozing next to a babbling Noriko, she responded, “You mean Inuyasha?”
He nodded, blue eyes flashing with something she could not identify. “I could take care of you, Kagome,” he wooed her, grasping her hands, seemingly oblivious to how thoroughly uncomfortable she was.
She was this close to flinging him off of her and forbidding him from ever coming to her home again, but then she remembered why they knew each other in the first place: Hajime. But she would be lying to herself if she said she didn’t appreciate the attention. That’s what made her so scared of him all the time. What if one day, Inuyasha pushed her too far and she did something she’d regret just in the hope of getting his attention? Already it was hard not to give in to his kind words and heated looks. Again, Kagome reminded herself of Hajime, calming her rapidly beating heart and tried to reason with him (and herself).
“But what about Ayame?” she asked, keeping her gaze on his forehead. Something about staring into his eyes directly unnerved her.
He snorted. “Our mating was arranged. Believe me, if I could have avoided it, I would have. I can’t stand her.” The vehemence in his tone nearly made her gasp.
“Then why are you condemning your own daughter to that same life?”
With a sigh, he said, “It’s for a good cause. I came here sure I was going to turn down Toga’s offer, but once I saw you, I knew I couldn’t. I can’t let you see your son die, Kagome.”
“Thank you,” was all she could manage.
The heaviness in the air increased and Kōga leaned closer to her. Kagome felt a helpless feeling rise up in her chest. All she could think about was Inuyasha and how this wouldn’t be happening if he would only come home and spend time with her. Before whatever was going to happen happened, a splash of liquid on the floor and a series of little burps distracted her, giving her the courage to pull her hands away. Hajime had spit up, most of it going to the wood floor where Noriko was now slapping it with her little hands, screeching in delight.
“Shit,” Kōga cursed, a dark scowl on his face.
Kagome laughed uneasily and gathered Hajime up into her arms. “I’m so sorry, Kōga. I’ll clean up and then it’s time to put Hajime down for his nap and Izayoi wanted me to expand some rooms in the design of the guest house…” she trailed off, trying to look apologetic rather than relieved.
The demon sighed and got to his feet. “It’s no problem, Kagome. I’ll grab Noriko and get outta your hair. See you tomorrow!” he finished pleasantly, the tone of his voice belying the spark in his eyes.
Before she could react, he leaned down and kissed her cheek before picking up his daughter and leaving the room. She didn’t move until she heard him wash off Noriko’s hands, bid Toga and Izayoi adieu, and then leave the house. A sigh that was more like a sob escaped her, and she held Hajime tighter, not caring that his mouth was dirty and he was probably about to give her a repeat performance of earlier. Tears trickled out of her eyes and she rubbed her cheek on the soft top of the baby’s head to comfort herself. If only Inuyasha were there…
End Note: So, several people have told me they miss the sex scenes. They’re kinda hard to fit in (no pun intended) when the two leads are fighting and one’s vagina is still all messed up. Also, I like to think that the few parts of my stories that are not sex scenes are at least a little enjoyable. I don’t want to keep writing porn 24/7. It gets boring. I’m very tempted to make a new account after this series of stories are finished and just start over so I don’t have to deal with everyone’s expectations.
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