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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 6
It became very clear early on that
Inuyasha was not speaking to her. After she had eaten the liver and they broke
camp, Inuyasha jumped down from the tree he had been in and silently offered
her his back. She looked to him for forgiveness, but his face was set in a
neutral expression and he refused to meet her gaze. She got on his back without
a word and rested her cheek on his shoulder, her hands lightly gripping the
cream fabric of his kimono since she was still wearing his fire-rat haori.
No one spoke as they traveled, but
towards mid-day Kagome felt a familiar soreness in her breasts and knew it was
time for a pit stop.
“Inuyasha,” she said softly.
He tensed and moved his ears so she
knew he was listening.
“We need to stop for a little
while. The baby…”
He gave a grunt and halted at the
next stream they came to that had a suitable place to rest. He set her down
gently as Kirara landed and transformed into her
small form.
“Kagome has to feed the baby,” the hanyou said without preamble.
Miroku and Sango nodded and Shippo jumped onto Kagome’s shoulder.
“Did you make more milk, Kagome?”
the kit asked.
Kagome flushed a little as she
removed the baby sling from her back.
“I think so, Shippo.
It feels like it.”
“I’ll make a fire and cook some
lunch for us,” Sango offered.
“That is a good idea,” Miroku
agreed.
“I’ll get some firewood!” Shippo enthused and bounded off.
Kagome sat down and took the baby
from his carrier. The moment he was free of it, he began to fuss so she knew he
was hungry and probably needed to be changed. She saw to his dirty diaper
first, cleaning him up and putting him in a fresh one. Sango took the dirty one
and washed it in the stream for her, then hung it from a stick by the fire so
it would dry. When he was dry and changed and wrapped back in his blanket, she
drew the edge of Inuyasha’s haori over him and put
him to her breast. He wasted no time in beginning to feed, and did so with
enthusiasm. She patted him and rubbed his bottom as he nursed, crooning softly
under her breath.
Inuyasha sat close to her. He still
wasn’t speaking to her, but she could tell that he was watching her intently
from the corner of his eye, and his face had that unreadable, nameless
expression on it again- the one he had sported that morning, when he had asked
to sniff her. She would have tried to speak to him, but then the baby bit her
to signal that the first breast was empty and he was. Not. Happy.
About it. She did notice, however, that he’d nursed
for longer at the breast, so that suggested that she had more milk for him this
time. By the time she had switched him to the other breast, Inuyasha had gone
off somewhere and she wasn’t able to talk to him.
Shortly after the baby had finished
nursing, and he’d been burped and settled, Inuyasha handed her a full bottle of
water and two skewers of roasted boar meat. Without a word, she handed him his haori and the baby, then ate the food and drank the water
while she watched him cuddle the infant close to his chest. His face was soft
and gentle as he rubbed the baby’s ears- an expression very few had ever
witnessed.
‘He’s
really serious about this. This baby’s ours. I guess I just didn’t get it until
now. He and I… we have a child.’
“He needs a name,” she said softly.
Inuyasha nodded but said nothing.
“We name him tonight. Start
thinking about what you want to call him or I’m naming him Inu-ni.”
Inuyasha nodded again, and spoke to
her for the first time in hours, “I’ve been thinking about it.”
The baby was now chewing on one of
Inuyasha’s fingers but the adult hanyou didn’t seem
to mind. He was growling softly under his breath in a non-menacing way that the
baby seemed to understand, and scritching
him under the chin. When he pulled his hand away, the baby reached out to grab
the finger again, and this time he made a high-pitched sound that closely
resembled a laugh.
“Did he? Did he just laugh?” Kagome
asked, surprised.
“Think so.”
Inuyasha huffed air at the baby and
gave another growl, this time moving to rub the baby’s ears. The baby let out
another laugh and added a happy burble as he waved his tiny hands, trying to capture
the elusive finger. Kagome moved close and looked down at the baby’s face. His
golden eyes were wide open and he was smiling.
“He’s… he’s smiling…” ‘It’s the first time in the week we’ve had
him that he’s smiled…’
The baby focused on her, then on
the two faces looking down at him, opened his hands wide and laughed.
“I think he likes us,” she
commented.
“Feh. We just feed him,” Inuyasha replied, but there
was no real complaint in his voice.
“Well, you don’t feed him anymore
and he’s smiling at you,” she countered.
“That’s because I keep him
entertained,” he responded, waving a finger in front of the baby’s nose.
“I think it’s more than that, Otou,” she whispered low enough so only the two of them
would hear her call him ‘daddy.’
His snorted.
“Feh. Oyaji,”
he corrected, using the ruder term.
She gave him a small laugh and a
smile, then leaned close to snuggle against his
shoulder.
“I’m sorry about earlier,” she
apologized.
He lowered the baby into his lap
and put his arm around her. She accepted his gesture of peace and sighed
happily. The baby, however, realized that he was no longer the center of
attention, and protested by squirming and burbling and reaching for them with
his tiny hands.
“Oi, brat. You’re ruining the mood,” Inuyasha
complained, giving Kagome an amused look that told her he remembered their many
‘mood’ talks.
“Ah, that is to be expected with an
infant,” Miroku informed, a slight hint of resignation and disappointment in
his voice.
“And just what are you implying, bouzo?” the hanyou grumbled, a
flush to his cheeks.
“Nothing, nothing,” Miroku replied
innocently>
>
The baby protested the lack of
attention more loudly.
“Oi,
don’t be pushy, pup.”
“He just wants love,” Kagome said,
looking down at him. ‘I love this little
orphan…’
He saw her looking at him, smiled
and gurgled at her. She giggled and tickled him with one finger, leaning down
to nuzzle him with her nose. He grabbed her hair and pulled.
“Ouch! Ow
ow ow ow!”
she complained, wincing and carefully extracting her hair from his hold.
“Got a grip, doesn’t he?” Inuyasha
teased.
“I’ll say,” she agreed, sitting
back up and rubbing her sore scalp where the hair had pulled.
“Not unlike someone else I know who
likes to pull hair,” he added, a wicked glint in his eyes. “In fact I recall a
certain helpless girl who was being chased by an ugly centipede youkai who had a habit of yanking on a strange hanyou’s hair.”
She slapped his chest lightly.
“Hey, that ‘helpless girl’ broke your seal, you know.”
He put an arm around her again and
smiled. “Freed and bound me in the same breath.”
She didn’t know if he was referring
to the prayer beads or something else.
“Well, you were trying to kill me,”
she reminded gently.
“Bah, woman, if I’d really been
trying, you would have been dead in a second. I wasn’t missing you by
accident,” he admitted.
“You know, I’ve always suspected
that. Even back then, I didn’t believe you were really trying to hurt me. I
knew from the moment I saw you, that you weren’t a bad person. I don’t think I
could have broken your seal if you had been truly evil.”
“Keh,
what do you know?” he groused, but she knew he wasn’t serious.
“I know lots,” she insisted, laying
her head on his shoulder again as he pulled her close, as usual his mouth and
his body saying the exact opposite.
The baby squirmed and burbled,
refusing to be ignored.
“Keh,
this pup is pushy.”
“He’s no different from other
babies. He wants his parents’ attention.”
Inuyasha snorted, but rubbed the
baby’s belly. “Hasn’t learned he can’t always get what he wants.”
“At least not from us,” Kagome
added, scratching the baby’s ears.
The baby gurgled happily.
“Feh! We’re spoiling him.”
“Yep. He’s
going to be the most spoiled hanyou baby in the
world,” she agreed.
“He’s already the luckiest.”
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