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The Lucky Ones
By Terri Botta
Disclaimer: I don’t own
Inuyasha. Sole copyright belongs to Viz and Rumiko Takashi. I’m poor so don’t
sue.
Rating: R for later chapters.
Pairing: Inuyasha/Kagome,
Miroku/Sango
Summary: Sometimes Fate hands
you a gift you never thought you’d ever get, and it’s up to you to accept it
for what it is.
Feedback to:
tci100@psu.edu
Website: http://www.wordsmiths.net/Botta
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Chapter Forty-Four
It was
still dark and relatively cold where they were, but Inuyasha was secure in his
belief that Kagome was safe in the circle of his arms. She was silent and
still, unresponsive and limp in his embrace as she worked on healing what was
wrong with her physical body. He could feel her life energy through the cord
that joined them, and knew she was deep within herself.
They were
drifting now, floating like jellyfish in the inky blackness of an endless sea
that had no light source other than the slowly swirling vortex in the distance
and the blue glow of Tenseiga. The sword continued to create an eddy of safety
against the pull of the vortex so that he could concentrate on supporting his
mate, and he devoted all of his energy toward helping her heal, but it was
taking a great deal out of him and he was growing weary. His power was slowly
waning and he had begun to weaken.
Valiantly
he was trying to hold on and give her the time she needed, even as he felt his
own life energy fading and slipping from him like grains of sand through his
fingers. He would give her every last drop of his strength if he had to if it
meant that she would survive, and he knew that he was the only thing standing
in the way of her Crossing Over. The knowledge was more than enough to make him
reach deeper into himself and find untapped reserves of power he never knew
were there.
He didn’t
know how much time had passed when he suddenly had the distinct impression that
they were no longer alone, and he opened his eyes to see what it was. He could
still see thetex,tex, although it was even further away now, and the blackness
stilletchetched in all directions. But around them had clustered a number of
brightly glowing spheres, six of them in all: round balls of light that floated
close by.
‘Souls...’ he thought, recognizing them
from the time when Kikyou had needed their energy to survive.
Were they
using the protection of Tenseiga as a bulwark against the pull of the vortex?
‘No. They’ve lost their form. These are the
souls of the truly dead,’ he answered himself although he did not know
exactly how he knew that.
As he tried
to puzzle it out, one of the spheres approached him and touched him lightly on
the shoulder. Immediately he felt a shock of cold and shivered, but then an
image coalesced in his mind of a brightly smiling green-eyed kitsune-hanyou
with a bushy red tail.
‘Akihiro?’
‘Hello, Father,’ came the answering
voice.
‘Aki?’ he choked, disbelieving.
‘Yes.’
‘How?’
‘We’ve been allowed to cross over to
Between.’
‘We?’
He looked
at the other glowing souls around them and suddenly knew that each one
represented someone who had been connected to him in some way.
‘Yes.’
A feeling of dread ran through
him and he held Kagome more tightly.
‘Have you come to take us Across? Are we
supposed to die?’
‘No. It’s not your time.’
He ‘sighed’
with relief. ‘Oh good. I didn’t think it
was.’
Akihiro’s
laughter, so long unheard, echoed in his mind. ‘And you would have taken exception to me if I had said that it was,
wouldn’t you, Father?’
‘I may have.’
‘Would you have fought me? Told me
what you thought of me?’
‘Maybe,’ he replied carefully,
eyeing the remaining five souls warily as they floated around them. One tried
to touch Kagome but he pulled her away.
More
laughter rolled lightly through his mind. ‘You
would have. I know you would. But there is no need for that. We aren’t here to
take you with us.’
‘Then why are you here?’
‘We came to talk to you.’
‘Talk to me?’
‘Yes.’
‘Why?’
There was a moment of silence
then the soul who had once been Akihiro replied, ‘Because none of us got to say good-bye.’
‘Good-bye?’
‘Yes.’
Emotions he
had long suppressed rose up in him and he felt the crushing grief of that
horrible day so long ago when his son took a fatal blow that was meant for
Kagome.
‘I’m sorry,’ he blurted. ‘I wasn’t fast enough. I couldn’t save you.
I failed you, my son.’
‘No, you didn’t. I knew I would die. I had
made my choice. Better me than Mother or the littles. My only regret was that I
died before I had a chance to tell you that I love you. I love you, Father.
Thank you for everything you did for me.’
Tears began to roll down his
cheeks. It was okay to cry here, wasn’t it? There wasn’t anyone alive to see.
‘My son. I miss you. There isn’t a day that goes
by that I don’t wish I had done things differently.’
‘Don’t. Both you and Yukio did
everything you could. I don’t blame you for my death. Please tell Yukio that I
miss him and love him, and that I’m all right and waiting for him, for you.’
‘Aki...’
‘I love you. I always will. You
don’t forget that when you go.’
‘I love you too, Aki.’
Akihiro
moved away and another soul moved close. This one touched him on the arm and an
image of Hiei, his eighth son who had been murdered on his way home with a caravan
of traders that had gone to Kōtsuke, formed in his mind. Some villagers
had seen the snake-hanyou and attacked him, and because he had been trying so
hard not to seriously hurt or kill any of his attackers, he’d gotten cornered
and eventually killed. At least, that was what the traders who saw the whole
thing told him had happened and he had no reason to disbelieve them.
‘Hiei?’
‘Hello, Father.’
He reached
out to touch the soul but his hand slipped right through it.
‘Hiei...’ he repeated, guilt and regret
filling his mind.
‘It’s all right, Father. I know.’
‘I’m sorry. I wasn’t there...’
‘You couldn’t have known what would
happen. I had gone with the traders many times before. But there is something
you need to know about that day.’
‘What?’
‘The mob was just an excuse to rob the
wagons. They hadn’t really intended to kill me. They knew in the end that
they’d brought their own deaths on their heads.’
‘So it was a mistake?’ he
blurted, his heart twisting in his chest. How could this disembodied form still
feel so real?
‘Somewhat, yes. But my death roused
the traders to fight back and chase them off, and in doing so the supplies the
age age needed were saved.’
‘Those dishonorable bastards!’
‘It’s all right. I died a long time
ago and I’ve forgiven them.’
‘I don’t forgive them!’
Hiei
laughed softly. ‘You will. When you die
everything becomes clearer.’
‘How can you say such things? They
murdered you for a few bolts of cloth and some baubles!’
‘It doesn’t matter. I’m beyond all
of that now. But I didn’t get the chance to say good-bye. To tell you how much
I loved you and how grateful I am to have been your son. You gave me everything
you had to give. Thank you.’
‘Hiei...’
The soul
moved away and a third came up to him. This one floated right in front of his
face, just above Kagome but not touching her. Then he felt its coldness seep
into his forehead and he shivered as a face he had seen but once in his life
appeared in his mind’s eye.
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The hours
passed in tense silence. No one left in the group wanted to leave long enough
to get something to eat so Uncle ordered a catered meal to be brought to the
waiting room. Yukio, Eri, Miroku, and Mama-baachan all sat together to keep
vigil over Inuyasha while Uncle and Aunt Rin sat together to work on ‘The Case
of the Switched Doctors’ and Midorikyou sat pretty much by herself with Mariko
set up as a self-proclaimed attendant. The immortal miko had decided to stay
until Inuyasha awakened, although it was also decided that telling Inuyasha
that they had been considering separating him from Kagome was a very bad idea.
Midorikyou agreed that all that would be said of her presence was that she had
been called to see what help she could offer.
Izayoi was
also grateful for her presence after she and Tetsu returned around 5pm because,
between Mariko and the immortal miko, they were able to set up strong enough
barriers around Tetsu so that nothing got through to trigger his Sight. The
young dragon-hanyou was so exhausted and worn-out from the stress that not even
his sword was able to shield him completely anymore, and even though she had
taken him back to the house to rest, he hadn’t slept for more than two fitful
hours. Midorikyou had a calming effect on him as well, and Izayoi saw her
brother relax and some of the tension lines leave his face. He was asleep,
truly asleep, within minutes and that was exactly what he needed.
The sun set
and the shifts changed, giving them an entirely new set of medical personnel to
deal with when they went up to visit Kagome or in to see the newborn. Yukio had
been up to see his mother once with his sister Eri and that had been enough for
him. It was difficult for him to see his father motionless and unresponsive on
the waiting room couch. It was impossible for him to look at his mother, half
buried under a multitude of tubes and wires, with the respirator tube shoved
down her throat. She didn’t even look like the woman he knew and adored, and
seeing her like that was more than he could bear. In addition, his mother’s
night nurse had taken a shine to him, and had expressed deep sympathy when he
told her of their situation. She had promised to let him know the moment his
mother’s condition changed. He knew that she was trying to gain his favor, and
while she was attractive and very nice, he didn’t have the heart to tell her he
wasn’t interested.
More police
came in to speak with Mama-baachan and a detective even interviewed him about
Dr. Hattori and his mother’s care, although Miroku knew better than he about
Hattori’s first visit. It looked like the investigation was going rather well,
even if things looked pretty grim for the young doctor. It didn’t help any that
he was quoted to as having said that he never knew humans were ‘so fragile as
to die from something as insignificant as high blood pressure’ in his statement
to police.
Things calmed
down after the officers left and they settled in to wait some more. The long
hours were maddening, and they’d taken to playing card games to pass the time
and get their minds off of what was happening. So far the staff up in the ICU
had said there had been no change in their mother’s condition and from what
they could tell from their father that was true. By now Kagome had been in the
coma for just under sixteen hours.
The newborn
was doing fine although they worried about him being all by himself in the
nursery. Inu-youkai pups needed contact with their pack members, especially
their mother, for proper bonding and emotional support. Mama-baachan went in as
often as they would let her and held the new pup just so he would have a pack
member with him as much as possible. She wouldn’t replace the pup’s need to be
with his mother, but she was better than nothing.
Yukio, Eri
and Miroku were involved in a game of Five Card Stud when they heard Inuyasha
draw a deep breath. Game immediately forgotten they all rushed to his side; all
of them except Uncle that is, who remained impassive and silent against a
nearby wall. As they watched, their hearts pounding, Inuyasha took another deep
breath, then coughed and choked a bit. Yukio put himself in the fore and spread
out his arms to keep the others back as Inuyasha began to struggle feebly, his
head moving and his legs kicking out. Then he suddenly groaned and rolled,
pitching himself right off the couch and onto the floor face-first with a
crunching thud. Both swords clattered to the hard tile and landed right next to
him.
“Otou!”
Yukio cried, and knelt down next to him. “Otou-san can you hear me?”
A low moan
was his answer, then his father slid his hands underneath himself and pushed
up. It took him a couple of tries but he finally rose to all fours, his head
hanging down as if it was too heavy for him to lift.
“Otou-san?”
he called again.
His father
moaned, then growled, then choked loudly and began to cough. The coughing
escalated into gagging which culminated in his vomiting what little there was
in his stomach after 16 hours of unconsciousness all over the white tile floor.
When he was finished, he slumped back down, avoiding the mess he had made and
rolled to his back, panting heavily. One hand clutched at his chest and his
eyes stared at the ceiling, darting back and forth in confusion.
“Otou-san,”
Yukio tried a third time.
“Kagome,”
Inuyasha rasped hoarsely. “Where... where is Kagome?”
Yukio was
so relieved to hear his father’s voice that he almost started bawling right
then and there, but he managed to hold his emotions in check as he looked down
into the still dilated golden eyes.
“Okaa-san
is in Intensive Care. She wento a o a coma after she had the seizures. But if
you’re awake...” ‘If Otou-san is awake,
then Okaa-san must be alright. If he’s conscious, then she must be out of the
coma.’
“Seizures?”
his father repeated, as if tasting the word. He didn’t seem to be all there
just yet.
“Yes.
Okaa-san was in labor and something went wrong...” He trailed off. He didn’t
know how much he should tell his father so soon after his awakening.
There was a
moment of silence, then Inuyasha whispered, “I remember. We... we were in the
room, and... and Kagome’s blood pressure went too high. The damn doctor was an
asshole and then...” His eyes flared wide open as he gasped and struggled to
sit up. “The pup! Where’s the pup?! What happened to the pup??!!”
Yukio put a
hand on Inuyasha’s shoulder to calm him.
“He’s
alive. He’s in the nursery.”
Inuyasha
reached into the collar of his shirt and pulled out the scrap of blue cloth.
“A boy. We
had a boy,” his father choked, bringing the cloth close to his nose. “Where is
he now?”
“In the
nursery,” Yukio repeated. “I can take you to him if you want. Or... or do you want
to see Okaa-san first? If you’re awake, then she must be out of the coma.”
“Coma?
Kagome was in a coma?”
‘He must not have heard me the first
time...’
“Yes,
Otou-san. Okaa-san was in a coma. Do you want me to take you to her?”
Yukio could
see the indecision marring his father’s face. On one hand, it was obvious that
he was concerned about his mate, but on the other hand, he was worried for his
newborn son as well.
Inuyasha
looked around him and spied Tessaiga and Tenseiga lying beside him on the floor.
Slowly he reached for them and picked up both swords by their sheaths, holding
one in each hand as he looked dazedly at them.
“Tenseiga...”
Yukio heard his father murmur, then Inuyasha raised glassy eyes to him. “How
long?”
“Sixteen
hours.”
He could
see higher brain function returning to his father and had to smile.
“Who’s been
caring for the pup?”
“The
hospital staff. But Mama-baachan has gone in several times to feed him, and we
wrapped him in a pillowcase from your and Okaa-san’s bed so he would imprint on
your scents.”
“They
didn’t take him to his mother?”
Yukio shook
his head. “They couldn’t. Okaa-san was on a respirator. It was no place for a
newborn pup.”
Inuyasha
fell silent again, his breathing slightly elevated, and he looked once more at
the swords in his hands.
“This
Sesshoumaru will take his sword,” Uncle’s voice announced.
Yukio
turned his head to see the taiyoukai standing directly behind them, his face
expressionless as he looked down at his half-brother. Inuyasha stilled and met
the cold gaze, his face also uncharacteristically unreadable. In that moment,
Yukio realized how very much the two brothers looked alike. His father’s face
was always animated with emotion, his eyes bright and flashing, but when he was
calm and his features smooth it was easy to see that the two were related.
There was
obviously some form of silent communication passing between the two siblings
that no one else was privy to. They weren’t even speaking inu-youkai but it was
very apparent that messages were being passed and received. Finally, after
several long moments, Yukio saw Inuyasha scowl then haphazardly toss Tenseiga
to its rightful owner. Uncle caught it without hesitation.
“Thanks,”
Inuyasha said.
Uncle
nodded once then turned on his heel and walked away. He did not stop as he
strode right out of the waiting room and presumably out of the hospital. His
aunt gave them a little shrug and a sweet smile, then hurried after her mate.
“We’ll be
in touch,” she promised.
“Keh.
Typical,” his father barked, but there was no heat in it, then he put out a
hand. “Take me to the pup.”
Yukio
immediately took the offered hand and helped him rise to his feet. Inuyasha’s
legs were weak and he stumbled several times before he got his balance. Still,
once he was up he managed to look at the handful of his children who had
gathered and offer them a tiny smile. Then his eyes fell on Midorikyou and they
flared open with surprise for just a moment.
“Kikyou…” Yukio heard his father
breathe.
The
immortal miko approached and his father struggled to stand on his own, roughly
pulling his arm from his son’s grasp. He straightened and met her calm gaze
with one of his own.
“We are
glad you have awakened,” she said with a little bow. “We were called to see if
we could help.”
“Well,
ummm. Thank you for coming,” Inuyasha said, his voice confused and tentative.
‘He’s always like this around her.
It’s like he doesn’t know what to say,’ Yukio thought.
“How’ve you
been?” his father asked timidly, scratching the back of his neck nervously.
“We are
well, thank you.”
“That’s...
good.”
Midorikyou
smiled a soft and secret smile as if she knew that Inuyasha was tongue-tied and
found it amusing. “We are pleased to have been of some small help and comfort.”
She turned to Shippou. “We are ready to leave now.”
Shippou
nodded and bowed, then approached Inuyasha.
“I’m glad
you’re going to be alright. We’ll take Midorikyou back to Zenko-ji, go home to
get some rest, and then we’ll be back to check on you,” he said.
Inuyasha
put out a hand and the kitsune grasped him by the forearm.
“Thank
you,” his father whispered.
Shippou
smiled and winked. “I knew you were too stubborn to let her die.”
“Oi. If I
had the strength, I’d pound you right now.”
“Save it
for the doctor who did this,” Shippou warned.
Inuyasha’s
face darkened. “Yeah.”
Shippou
smiled and released Inuyasha’s arm. “We’ll be back.”
“Okay.”
Mitsiyomi
gave them a little smile and a bow, then the three left quietly, leaving Yukio
behind with just his father, grandmother and siblings. Tetsu, having slept a
good four hours, looked much better, but he noticed that both Izayoi and Mariko
were staying close to him.
Inuyasha looked at all of them and
smiled again. “Let’s go get the pup.”
Yukio
stopped him for a moment.
“Here.
Kitarou brought fresh clothes for you. Why don’t you change your shirt before
you go in to see the pup? Yours has blood on it.”
His father
looked down at the blood splatt t-s t-shirt and gave a slight nod.
“Yeah,” he
agreed, and took the cloth by the collar, ripping it cleanly off without any
trouble.
Yukio
fished a clean shirt out of the bag Kitarou had brought, snickering at the
image of Homer Simpson and the line “I See Stupid People” winking back at him
from the dark fabric, and helped his father slip it on. Then he helped fasten
Tessaiga to his father’s waistband.
“Okay, am I
ready now?” Inuyasha asked, slightly annoyed.
Yukio
tugged on one unruly lock of his father’s hair and smirked. “Well, you could
use a wash and trim, but I don’t think there’s enough time for that.”
:Insolent
pup,: Inuyasha barked in inu-youkai.
:Impatient
Leader-male,: he barked back. ‘That’s
right. I’m not Alpha anymore.’ He grinned, suppressing the urge to throw
his arms around his father and weep with relief, and straightened out a wrinkle
in his father’s shirt. “Now let’s go get the pup.”
“About
fucking time.”
Yukio gave
his father another grin and motioned for him to go through the maternity ward
doors. Inuyasha snorted and took a step forward, but he stumbled and Yukio
immediately caught him.
‘Hmm, still a bit weak.’
Inuyasha
recovered quickly, rolled his shoulders back and straightened up.
“You okay?”
he asked.
“I’m fine,”
Inuyasha insisted and took another step, this one steady.
Two steps
more and he was walking fine on his own, so they all fell in behind him as he
threw open the ward doors with both hands, strode up to the side door of the
nursery and pounded on it with his fist.
“Oi! Open
up!”
A shaky
voice tremored over the intercom next to the door. “Yes?”
“I’m
Fushikenwa Inuyasha. I’ve come for my son.”
There was a
moment of silence, then the voice replied, “Only parents and grandparents may
come in.”
“That’s
fine. I’m his father. Now open up.”
There was
another moment of silence and Inuyasha started growling under his breath. Yukio
saw him finger Tessaiga’s hilt and gasped.
“Otou-san,
there are pups in there!” he hissed.
His
father’s growl grew a little louder, but the hand dropped away from the sword.
“Fushikenwa-san!
Fushikenwa-san!” came a new voice, and Yukio turned to see who it was.
Making her
way through the seven of them to get to him was the night nurse from the ICU.
‘Bless her. I knew she’d come to tell me the
moment something happened,’ he thought.
“I came to
tell you, Fushikenwa-san, that your mother has regained consciousness,” she
told him breathlessly.
‘Love-struck already? Oh how I hate breaking hearts.’
“Great,”
his father snarled. “Now tell these idiots to open this door before I knock it
down.”
The nurse
blinked at Inuyasha then back at him. He gave her a little shrug. “Our baby
brother is in there and my father wants him.”
Reaching
past him, she buzzed the nursery.
“Yes?” came
the same nervous voice.
“Open the
door. Fushikenwa-san wants his son.”
“The infant
hasn’t been cleared to leave the nursery yet,” the disembodied voice replied.
“Oi! Open
the fucking door before I fucking kick it down! I want my son!”
The ICU
nurse cast Inuyasha frightened glance. “You’d better do as he says and just
open the door.”
“We’ll call
security,” the voice threatened.
“More
bull-youkais?” Inuyasha sneered. “Bring ‘em on. I’m in the mood for steak!”
“Just open
the door!” the nurse pleaded.
There was a
loud buzz and a click. The ICU nurse grabbed the door handle and turned it
quickly, pushing the door open. Inuyasha shoved his way past her and entered
the nursery, casting his eyes about for the owner of the voice. Finally, he
looked down to see a diminutive tanuki youkai cowering by the intercom. She’d
needed a stool just to reach the buzzer.
“Keh,” he
sniffed and blew past her, making a b-line for the bassinet that held the new
pup.
“This is
highly irregular!” the tanuki nurse squeaked as they all came in behind him.
“Only parents and grandparents are allowed in!!”
“Don’t
worry,” Eri assured her. “We’re not staying.”
Yukio
followed at Inuyasha’s heels until he stopped at the blue wrapped bundle at the
end of the room. He paused and let his father have a moment with his newborn
son, watching the older hanyou as he looked upon his pup for the first time.
Inuyasha’s
face was a portrait of stunned wonder as he gazed at the sleeping pup, his eyes
wide and his mouth slack-jawed, but then the pup squirmed and opened his big
golden eyes, and Yukio swore he saw his father fighting tears. With shaking
hands, he reached into the bassinet and picked up its precious contents. He
brought the pup close to his face, nuzzling him lovingly and licking him gently
to get his taste. The pup responded to the scent and presence of his father by
burbling and letting out a soft cry.
:Pup. My
pup,: Inuyasha barked softly, then crinkled his nose. “Pup needs changed.”
Nine sets
of eyes looked to the tanuki nurse who turned three shades whiter.
“I’ll do
it,” the ICU nurse offered, lifting a clean diaper from the stack of diapers on
a nearby shelf.
They parted
to let her pass and she changed the newborn with amazing efficiency, then gave
him back to his grateful father.
“Thank
you,” Inuyasha said, all of his anger and upset forgotten now that the pup was
in his arms.
‘It’s almost like someone flipped a switch,’
Yukio mused.
Arms
wrapped around his newborn son, Inuyasha smiled at the tiny face, his eyes soft
and loving.
“What do
you say we go see your mother, hm? You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
“I’ll take
you up,” the ICU nurse offered, smiling at Yukio as she passed him.
He rolled
his eyes and shook his head. ‘She can try
all she wants but she isn’t going to get anywhere.’
His father
nodded and they all followed her out of the maternity ward and up to the ICU.
Once they were on the floor, most of them stayed behind in the ICU waiting
room, leaving only Yukio to go in with his father and the pup.
“We don’t
want to overwhelm her all at once and you know she’ll feel she has to pay
attention to all of us if we’re there,” Mariko explained. “Besides, she should
have a few moments alone with you and the new pup before we descend upon her.”
Inuyasha
gave her a grateful smile and nodded. “Thanks.”
The ICU
nurse buzzed them through and Yukio directed his father to his mother’s
cubicle.
“She’s in
cubicle six,” he said, taking a right and heading down the short hallway.
The rooms
in ICU weren’t so much rooms as they were three-sided compartments with open
fronts so that the ICU nurses could observe each patient from the central
station. Each cubicle had a curtain that could be drawn across the open side
for privacy while doctors and nurses were treating or examining a patient. They
stopped short of cubicle six when they saw that the curtain had been drawn.
“They must
be working on her,” the ICU nurse told them sadly.
Yukio saw
his father’s ears go up and knew he was listening to the goings on behind the
curtain. He put his own ears up to listen as well, ignoring the nurse’s giggle
when she saw him perem uem up.
‘Okay. She’s been very, very nice, and very,
very helpful, but she’s starting to get on my nerves,’ he thought dourly.
“...
kenwa-san,” he heard a male voice saying. “Can you hear us? Fushikenwa-san, if
you understand what we are saying, please squeeze my hand.”
“Nu...yash...”
his mother’s soft, almost strangled voice replied.
Beside him,
he saw his father tense and put out a hand to stop him from going in.
“Wait until
they’re done,” he admonished.
Inuyasha
growled but backed down, his ears flattening then shooting right back up when
his mother spoke again.
“I’ll be
back with Yukio,” his brother pledged.
“Okay.”
“I’ll be
here around noon,” Eri stated, coming over to kiss her mother on the cheek as
well as Miroku yielded to her.
“Always the
late riser,” Kagome teased lightly.
“Hey, at
least one of your kids had to let you sleep in,” the neko-youkai
quipped back.
Kagome
chuckled. “I’ll have to get used to sleep depravation again.”
“Kagome,
what have you decided to name the child?” Mama asked innocently.
“Oh, ummm.
Well, we haven’t decided, Mama. After the second miscarriage... we stopped
naming them beforehand,” his mother admitted.
“Oh.”
“We’ll
start talking about a name tomorroshe she added.
Yukio
approached his father. “Is there anything you want me to bring with me
tomorrow?”
His father
thought for a moment. “Some clothes. And my portfolio from my office. That has
some of the plans I’m working on now. And some ramen.”
He giggled.
“Okay.”
The nurse
returned with two orderlies. One was carrying a chair and blankets and the
other was wheeling a bassinet from the nursery.
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